Broken, Not Shattered.

What? - 7

 This chapter is dedicated to AshleighPing for being the first person to comment on my story!

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SMACK!

I felt Jamie's hand fly across my face I turn and see her face. I only get to look at her for a second before she disappears Welp that went better than expected.

"There you are Liam!" I hear Gabe yell as he's running up to me. "Liam! My dad flipped when he found out Dahl is gone! HE CLAIMED HER AS HIS MATE!" I was in Utter shock. that's when my anger started I could FEEL my wolf starting to surface.

(Werewolves aren't like all those stories on Wattpad says we are. We don't have a separate person in our head. That makes us sound schizophrenic! yeah no, but when we get too 'excited' we shift uncontrollably. )

The next think I know, I'm on all fours and my body's covered in white and grey peppered fur. I get ready to run but then Liam grabbed my scruff. low blow man. I look at him and growl as a warning

"Dude, let it go. He won't find her, AND even if he did she's with the maikaʻi ka naʻau pack. That pack is VERY protective of family. especially those related to the alpha." he bends down to look me in the eyes. "Dahlia. Will. Be. Fine." His assurance, though not what I wanted, was enough to calm me. I Shift Back and look at Liam. I can tell the ONLY reason he stopped me is because he didn't want to see me get hurt.

"Okay. but don't expect me to show him any mercy once I'm alpha."

"I don't want you to." He gave me a reassuring look and headed back to the pack house for the daily meeting.

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Dahlia's POV

6/21/18

I wake up to a bunch of pain in the back of my head. I haven't bothered to open my eyes yet. However, When I hear the door slam (open or closed? I have no idea) I force my eyes open and I'm immediately blinded.

"Arghhh!" I groan. I reopen my eyes slowly and allow them to adjust to the light. I'm in the room Jas & Cam had made for me. I look towards the door and I see a Average height man with brown hair and blue eyes

"Um, hi there?" I say with the confusion evident in my voice. He just stares at me for a moment clearly dazed

"Oh um yes." He says snapping out of it. His voice is strangely gravelly. " I am Nathaniel ." wait..........

"Nathaniel? Nathaniel Novak?" I say. now I'm the one that's dazed

"Yes. Have we met?" he says. He shows little emotion but I can see a bit of confusion seep through.

"You don't remember me Mish Mish?" I say feeling a bit hurt.

"Only two people ever called me that; they were My grandma & Dahlia Martin." He says. his face now showing so much emotion that is unreadable. 

"Yes! I'm Dahlia!" then his eyes fill with sadness, Shock, & happiness all at once.

"Lia I thought you were dead!" he says starting to tear up. I get out of bed to give him a hug. Nathaniel was my best friend growing up (Besides Liam of course). My sisters and I would visit mom's pack to see grandpa like every summer. Back when I had a phone me and Nate would talk almost every day. We were so close, it was like we were brother and sister. I'm Guessing my dad had told mom's family that I was dead.

"Nate , I'm OK. I'm not dead. That was a lie." I say in an effort to sooth him.  He  starts to calm down. 

"Who the hell would tell such a lie?!" he says sounding like his nose was stuffy.

"My dad." I said. Anger and confusion growing on his face. "After my mother died he started going crazy. He pulled me and my sisters out of school and started abusing us."

"I want to know what he did to you EXACTLY." I have the compulsion to tell him everything. He  is my best friend after all and he deserves to know. I pull him over to my bed and we sit down. 

"Well, Firstly, After my mom died my dad became an alcoholic and damn near retired as gamma. He would come home wasted and would start hitting me and my sisters. I would protect my sisters and take like 90% of the blows but sometimes it wasn't enough. he expected me to do all the chores, even if I had a broken arm. Which he gave me often.  When my sisters tried to help me, he'd hit them. If my dad came home and the house wasn't clean or dinner wasn't ready I'd get it bad. he just progressively got worse over time. when I was 12" this is when I started to cry " He started m-molesting me. He'd Let the pack r-rape me. He even let the F*k*ng alpha change my name. I was Nothing but a toy anyone could Have their way with!" The I broke down crying. Nate sat there with me the whole rest of the day. I calmed down after a while and I spent the rest of the day catching up with my long lost best friend.

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Sa dudes. here is another chapter. ik its been a wile since I last updated and I promise to try and keep updating regularly but school will keep ya' busy. Sayōnara

-Shrek428