The End is Just the Beginning

Chapter One

Friday morning started off like any normal morning for Graceson. She woke up brushed her teeth, put on her sweats and loose t-shirt, and threw her hair up into a messy bun. She really hasn't cared about her appearance; not since the night of the fire. She ran downstairs grabbed a slice of bread and headed out the door.

Sitting in her car she decided to call her mother, something she hasn't normally done.

"Hello?"

"Hey mom," Her voice cracked a bit as she has become accustomed to the silence.

"Hey honey, What's up?"

"Nothing mom, I just thought I'd call and see how the trip is going. I know dad said it was important for the pack." Honestly, She's curious. Maybe they're trying to deal with what happened to her brother, or maybe it really is pack business.

"Darling, you know I'm not supposed to talk about it. Not until we get home. You never know who could be listening." Her mother has always been good at avoiding tense subjects.

"Yes I know, but y'all have been gone for almost a month. The school is going to start asking questions soon."

"And you know to tell them-"

"Yeah I know. You're on a business trip."

"Sugarplum," Graceson hates when her mother calls her that dreadful name, "we should be back on Monday. It's only a few more days."

"Okay mom. I have to go; I'm going to be late for school. Bye," and with that she hung up and swiftly backed out of the driveway.

On her way to school she had a tense feeling, but she shook it off and continued to the hell that was to come.

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Once Graceson arrived she went to her locker, pulled out her things, and headed to her first class of the day. Standing at the door of her English class she stopped. Do I really want to do this today? No. With that split second decision she wandered her way into the library.

"Hello Ms. Throne," She greeted the friendly librarian.

"Hello, Graceson. Are you ditching English again to spend time with me?" Ms. Thorne carefully joked.

"Of course not! I'm skipping to spend time with all your lovely books," Graceson smirked as Ms. Thorne shook her head and walked to her favorite section: romance. Something about these books gave her hope. They allowed to to look forward to one day finding her mate and being bound to the same person forever. Depressing.

BANG

What was that? Probably some stupid jock punching his locker again. She settled back into her book and got comfortable again.

BANG

This time it was accompanied with screams.

"Go! Run and hide!" Ms. Thorne hollered as she locked the doors. Graceson jumped up. She wasn't prepared for this. She ran to the private bathroom in the library climbed on top of the toilet and into the ceiling.

BANG BANG

The gunshots were getting louder but Graceson didn't make a sound. She heard the library doors rattling and being ripped off their hinges. This was no ordinary shooter.

"Where's the girl?!" The man screamed to Ms. Thorne.

"What girl? No one has been in here all morning." Then she screamed. The man was using sliver. He pressed it against her skin and made slow, steady trails.

"Now I said where is she? I'm getting impatient."

"Bathroom. She's in the bathroom!"

Graceson rolled her eyes. Fucking sell out. She had nowhere to go. All she could do was await her fate.

After what felt like hours, she heard the door slam open, and for a split second she thought she was safe. Then she was dragged out of her safety net and forced to the ground. She didn't say anything she was afraid of what might happen if she did. She stared at the man for what felt like eternity. He snatched her up by her shirt collar and stabbed the silver blade into her stomach and walked away.

Graceson fell to the ground. She didn't make a sound for the fear that they may still be listening. She laid there for what felt like days. Then when she felt it was safe she started to pull herself to the door. The pain of dragging herself was unimaginable; with every move she made the knife wiggled a bit more inside her body. When she got the the door she stopped, took a deep breathe, and continued.

Get out. That's all Graceson could think. You have to go; no one is coming to save you. As she was dragging herself down the blood soaked high school hallway she heard someone talking.

"Did you get them all?"

"Yeah the wolves are dead."

You have to move quickly. They'll know. Slowly she pulled herself to her knees. The silver dagger wedged in her stomach barely hovered above the tiles on the ground. Then she heard it. The footsteps walking towards her. She tried to move quickly but the pain was too much to bare.

"Well, well, well what do we have here?"

"Please just leave me alone!" Graceson wailed out.

"I think I'll have a little fun first," with lightning speed the man flipped her over on her back and ripped her clothes off, and just before he did the unthinkable another voice spoke loudly.

"IF YOU LAY ANOTHER HAND ON HER I'LL RIP YOU TO PIECES MYSELF!"

As everything went dark and fuzzy she managed to mutter one last word, "Mate."

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How was that my dears? Not too shabby for a first chapter? I hope you all enjoy!

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