The Undefeated Werewolf King

Preface

Creak

The sound of the metal door opening was heard in the dark hallways where the prisoners were held.

'It was my time' she thought.

A burly man entered her cell with a sinister look on his face.
He didn't utter a single word but roughly grabbed the fragile girl from the ground and walked out of the cell.

It was for the very first time in her 'stay' here that they chose her. They wanted to make sure that she was of the appropriate age, as to avoid any useless deaths that had occurred to the other prisoners.

The girl had no idea what they were going to do to her. As she mindlessly watched the dark hallways she passed. No guards today guarded the cells as they do every single day.
It had been 12 years since the girl was taken from her parents. Which again to the fact that she was oblivious to.

It seemed like it was just yesterday when she was playing with her bubba in their family living room. When the gruesome men forcibly entered their house and started thrashing everything around.

The 6-year-old had no idea what was happening around her as she heard her mother's cries for pleas and her father's grunts of pain. Her bubba protected her by placing his arms around her tiny waist and shielding her fragile body with his own.

The men eventually found them hiding under their father's study table. They grabbed the little girl from her brother's arms forcibly and knocked her out with some kind of a hard object.

That's the only thing she remembered about that horrible day when she was taken away from her family. She had no idea till today what had actually happened to her family and if they were even alive.

The beatings that she received from the guards from when they were bored blocked most of her memories from her childhood. The only thing that she wished for was freedom from this personal hell or death.

Feeder number-627 that's what the guards called her. 'Whatever they meant by that' she thought. She somewhat remembers her parents and Bubba calling her by the name Angelina or Angela. But she wasn't sure.

Their short walk seemed to come to an end as the man opened a door to his master's study. He pushed the girl inside roughly and slammed the door.

She was beyond scared now.

She was petrified.

The room was dark, no light source of any kind seemed to enter the room except for the sunlight which made it's way cogently through the crack of the curtain.

She managed to see the room's beauty through the creak of light, oblivious to the monster lurking in the shadows of the mighty room.

He watched her curious eyes gazing his study, enthralled by the naive creature whose eyes held innocence and naivety that were oblivious to the turn of events of the near future.

The mere smell of her delicious blood made the monster want to crawl out of his hiding and pounce on her. But he regained his composure. For now.

The girl stood in the same place paralyzed to me as she took in the appearance of the mighty study. It resembled her Papa's study back at home.
Home. If it still stands.

The rushing sound of the wind made her tare her gaze from the table front and towards the window which was closed.

A cold hand wrapped around her neck from the back and grabbed her throat in a vice-like grip.

The monster had managed to make his way behind her with his supernatural speed.
He brought his cold lips towards her neck and grazed her skin sniffing her blood like a rare drug.

He finally bought his lips towards her ear and whispered
"I have been waiting for you, little one"