The next shitty story from when I was 12. oof.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP!" I wake up to the sound of the inmate alarm and I stand up shakily. I am the only one down here but that's okay. My father is the alpha of the Tan River pack and I am his daughter. You may be asking why I am down here rather than sunbathing or doing what alphas daughters do, well I never shifted when I was 16. I secretly did when I was 4. They all waited on the night of my 16th birthday for me to shift, for the light of the moon to come out through my eyes and reveal the usual tan coat. That never happened. I am a pure white wolf with swirls of black on my sides. My wolf, Breeze, told me I am a wind wolf and helped me use my powers to make things bend, levitate, and glide around on invisible highways. I never know how old I am except for the day on my 16th. It's been awhile now. Oh how rude of me! I am Emily Evernade, daughter of Alpha Kyle and Luna Marie. Well, I debated with my wolf if I should shift and make myself look weak by having little to no light come through my eyes and be a science experiment, or hide it and make myself seem like a normal human. As you may be able to tell, I chose the human one and now I am the pack slave. Sleepily I stand up and walk to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the 100 or so pack mates who live in the pack house. It's a simple bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes, and toast for some. I place practically boiling teapots on heat bricks and lay out plates, knives, forks, and spoons, and fill everyone's cup with black coffee so they can change it if they would like. The steps of shoes running down stairs startles me and my thoughts float into the air when I see Alpha Kyle with a petrified look on his face. "You down stairs now." A chilling battle howl shakes the air causing my heart to sink. A pack war is about to happen. All warriors to frontlines, children are to be safely kept away. The tone of his voice makes me cringe and he sees my discomfort. Shoot. "Is wittle Emily sad?" I shake my head in a no. He has already abused me enough as it is. The whippings on my back leave scars and the bruises are sickly purples and greens. His fist connects with a rib and I hear a crack. Clenching my stomach I crumple to the ground. He kicks me for another few minutes then he leaves. "Get out of my sight." Nodding I race down the steps and to my cell. A guard puts me back in the rusted shackles and attaches the weight to my leg, preventing me from moving. Rushing away more howls are heard and the stench of blood fills my nose. Cringing I press myself further into the wall trying to block out the blood curdling howls that fill my ears. Seconds pass without a sound, then the stench of smoke fills my nose. Flames are licking the wooden floor above me and I see the ceiling cave into the cell across from me. Panicking I try to slip past the bars by inhaling deeply. I had thought about trying this before but, there was always a guard outside my cell to stop me. With me being so malnourished it took a couple of tries but I manage to slip through. My chains get caught but are snapped by the roof falling in. I gaze at the spot I was at less than a minute ago. I could have died and my father would never know. Dismissing the thoughts I begin to race up the steps. I try not to fall down burning holes and barley slip out into the open to see my father surrendering. Wait, I'm free now! Free! While everyone is staring at my father I slip past some of the warriors unnoticed and bee line for the woods. Suddenly a large black wolf pins me down and growls in a way only a beta would. "Where are you going Alpha spawn?" He growls and causes me to bring forth silent tears as he put pressure on my broken ribs. "Please." I barely choke out. He looks at me confused then his gaze locks on the scars and crusted blood on my arms and legs. His eyes go glossy and soon he looks around. I can sense other wolves that smell of blood gather around and the wolf steps off my chest. Great fully I lower my eyes in gratitude and soon a figure steps from the trees. My breath hitches as I look at the figure before me. It's the Alpha King, Alpha Roberto. One of the deadliest alphas around. He switches to his human form and a boy who looks about 20 emerges behind him. Immediately I jump high into the air in fright as I hear words roll off the boys tongue. "MINE!" Me, of all the people me?! I tremble as he steps closer and try to make myself as small as possible. My wolf is freaking out and I begin to hyperventilate. Another step and my throat tightens making me labor for air. He takes one more and now is within ten yards of me. I just escaped and now this. Run. I leap into the air about six feet. This is the first time my wolf has talked to me in years! Her voice is weak but, she manganges to speak. This causes the wolves to advance towards me. The Alpha looks at me and says using his Alpha tone. "Come here." Obeying I stand up and I am about ten yards from him. "Come here." He says again and it takes all of my will to reject it. If the people see my imperfections then he will undoubtedly send me back to my father. Beads of sweat run down my face as the Alpha looks at me in shock. I double over and my hands scrape on the gritty soil. If you may not already know, I don't like people seeing my white coat. It has swirls of black on the side near my rib cage and it makes me look deadly. Most people think I have a tan coat due to my blond hair. But, sifting into a white wolf is unthinkable right now. Rumor has it that one is born every 10,000 years and whoever the mate is, gets to be the Alpha King. Growls erupt around me and I only concentrate harder. The pain is too much to bear as the ground comes up to meet me. Pain rushes through me and I feel my body go limp just before I close my eyes. Is this what it is like to die?
Shane's POV
Standing beside my father I watch Alpha Kyle surrender and my father commands all of us to shift back.
"Well Alpha Kyle, your pack is no more. If anyone would like to not be a rogue then step over to my side." No one moves and soon I hear the pack Beta growl in the distance. Strange. The old Tan River Pack disperses and theyy all head their separate ways into the forest. Most coats are tan and some are blacks and grays. Nothing unusual.
"Alpha Sean, I got an Alpha Spawn surrendering and you have got to see her. I'm near the southern border." His presence leaves my mind and I shift into my black wolf. My father is just a wee bit bigger than me and we all run over. An aroma of fresh rain hits my nose and my wolf, Dagger, is going crazy.
Stop it, your giving me a headache!
But, why?? It smells so good!
Get your smelling genes under control! We don't what we are going to have to do.
Ugg alright.
Dagger leaves my mind and my father signals me over into the woods. We both shift and step into a circle of warriors. They surround a girl with blond hair and stunning gray eyes. Dagger is back and has begun to chant in my mind, a single word I thought I would never hear. Mate. His voice gets louder, and begins to plead. "MINE." The words roll of my tongue and I see the girl go pale. Because it is early in the morning I can see traces of bruises and scars underneath her fear stricken features. Taking a step forwards I see her begin to hyperventilate, another and her face is turning a sickly purple color, one more and she jumps to her feet. Looking around frantically for support I back up to my father. "Come here." My father says using his Alpha tone. The girl takes a step forward then pauses. "Come here." He says again and beads of sweat trickle down the girls face. She doubles over and digs her fingers into the soft dirt. Her face is turning red and before to long she passes out from lack of oxygen. Even I am stunned, it takes a lot of effort to reject an Alphas command. She really must not want people to know something. "Beta Max and Shane, grab the girl were going back to the pack house." Darting over I pick up her frail form. There are scars on her legs, arms, and face. Some are newer than others but, you can tell. Most werewolves heal pretty quickly but, her wolf must be weak. She is underweight by the looks of it and I can feel her ribs through the thread bear clothes. We pile into the cars and I get in one with my father and his two betas. I take the backseat and lay her across the seats. Shocks have been going through my arms the whole time and I gently smooth out her hair. My father turns on a cd and it's the same recording about the prophecy of the white wolves. Mentally I groan but the others listen intently. They are trying to figure out where the wolf is by deciphering the words. The words are carved into my brain.
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