A Winters Memory

Chapter Eleven

Four days remained until Ara's eighteenth birthday. And as she prepared breakfast she also prepared herself for her attempt at escaping, though it wasn't going to be an easy one, she had to plan and time everything precisely if she was going to pull it off. She knew the only way that she could leave was when everyone was sleeping; they were less likely to check on her or even acknowledge her presence until morning.

She had gained their trust enough to allow them to leave the basement door unlocked so that she could come and go in as she pleased without having to disturb the other members of the pack to unlock the door to get to her chores.

Once she was out of the cabin, she would need to figure out where to run to, it wasn't as if she really had a place to go back to and she wouldn't be stupid enough to go back to the den; that would be the first place they would look for her. No, she needed to run far away from here, so far that they could never find her.

Though the problem Ara faced was the cabin was in the middle of the forest surrounded by nothing but mountains and more forest. Any kind of civilization wouldn't be for miles and who knew how long she would last especially with how harsh the winters were in RedWings.

She sighed running a hand through her long locks and stared down at the pile of hides splayed out in front of that needed her attention.

Once breakfast was over, she began her usual routines acting as normal as possible to not give away that she had an escape planned for later that evening. The Alpha stepped into the room, his dark eyes scanning for Ara as she moved about from one end to the other, busying herself with what she could.

"Draw a bath for my son and don't even think about laying your filthy hands on him. Get another to wash him; you aren't worthy enough to even gaze upon him."

Ara glared towards the alpha instantly regretting it as he caught her glare. He stepped closer to her, his face inches from hers.

"Do you have something to say? Am I wrong in my words?"

He barked out a harsh laugh.

"Of course, I'm not, you're nothing but a filthy whore whose only reason for breathing is being a slave and that is all you will ever amount to be."

Ara's fists clenched tightly as she tried to fight the urge to speak out to him. He chuckled as he watched her inner struggle knowing well enough she had plenty to say. He grabbed a hold of her face tightly as he spoke once more.

"What are you going to do slave?"

His eyes bore into hers as he waited for a response or even a movement from her; he was looking for any reason to strike her and he knew it was only a matter of time before she slipped up again and his itch would finally be sated when she did.

Deciding against going after him Ara turned her gaze away from his, her body going limp. She was not going to give him the satisfaction nor was she going to ruin her chances of escaping when she was already so close. No, she decided to pick and choose her battles wisely and this was one of those times.

His time would come soon, and she hoped she would be far away from here when it come even if she wanted nothing more than to see that smug grin wiped from his face. The Alpha's lips curled into a sadistic grin as he spoke,

"That's what I thought, now go do as you were told."

He removed his hand from her face with enough force to shove her back a few steps, walking away as he laughed shaking his head.