I'll Show You (rewritten)

6: Life escaping the cage

The forest engulfed my pitiful existence.

My sorrow could be heard throughout the woods, each wail sending most the wildlife into hiding. From my high pitched howls it was no surprise. Tears dripped onto the ground, creating unheard splashes as I ran through the trees. It surprised me that tiny plants didn't sprout from the sheer volume of water I was providing, next I'll be able to water a full rainforest.

Something had just snapped inside of me and next thing I knew, a strong sense of abandonment filled me. A dam broke and a whole flood of emotion poured out, the emotion I'd kept to myself for so long.

The misery of being despised by my sister who was supposed to be there for me, the pain of my mother's death and father's disappearance, the agony of being rejected by my mate, the unfairness of the werewolf world. Everything. Everything in my life was so wrong.

I had never felt so negative before. All this emotional had pressed down on me for too long, this being the final straw. Now my mind was starting to shut down, my mentality slipping through the cracks. The last morsel of my hope and happiness was finally out the window.

My wolf was moaning softly, mourning our mate's rejection. I don't think I'll ever get used to calling Wane our mate, he had released that title from himself. The fact he was the one on this planet destined for me made his words and actions that much more painful. I was just a valueless she-wolf.

The pack would run perfectly fine without me; it wasn't as if I was a part of the pack in the first place.

I tore through the forest, my helpless sobbing lost on the spring breeze. The once calming effect of the forest was completely lost to me. Branches nipped at my skin and clothes but not a second was wasted on them. Blood pumped through my body, the adrenaline fuelling each stride I took. I sprinted, away from my pain, away from my life.

Forcing my body to run relieved some of the pain, taking away just a fraction of the pain made a difference. I stumbled over multiple tree roots. Blood once again made an appearance on my skin. I just didn't care, my wolf was all over the place and her devastation was overwhelming.

Kacie I can't believe he did that. She sniffled. Mate

I can't believe it either. We can't take this anymore, we have to get away from here. There is nothing left for us.

My wolf took a minute to respond, clearly hesitating to leave in our current state. I knew she was seriously struggling with the recent events.

I'm not too sure, you don't know who or what we'll come across. My once head strong, cocky wolf had lost it, I could feel her fire die down to a small ember. A shock even to me.

With much difficulty I had accepted the possibility of death. Anything was better than this and I knew my wolf could sense my frame of mind.

She let out a defeated sigh. I can see what you're thinking Kacie but I'm not sure I can give in so easily.

I pictured Wane beating us over and over again. The unfiltered anger etched on his face as the blood flew off of me. She flinched at the picture, the raw feeling of grief, despair and sorrow coursed through me which I knew belonged to her. Physical or emotional, hurting your mate was taboo, it was like insulting the Moon goddess but Wane obviously didn't care, he didn't want me.

We're not wanted. We need to leave here- whether that may be through death or living alone in the wilderness, it would make us happier than staying. I stated bluntly. I needed her to see the dangers of staying.

What if life gets better now he knows we're his mate? She queried confidently.

I shook my head, emotionally drained from getting nowhere with her.