Killer Vio

Chapter 1: Tortured Mind

I remember when I was 12 and ranaway from my pack, Silver Moon, they where shitheads and treated me like a mutt. I wasn't as strong back then.

My mother would tell me how nice my father once was. She fell inlove with his charming smile. She would say that every morning he would write her a poem or a cheesy pick up line. It made her heart swarm.

All I ever wanted was his love and attention but instead he hated my guts, starved me, chained me with silver if I made one wrong move.

She would just watch with teary eyes and say nothing, do nothing. It's like she saw a ghost but kind of ignored it. Yeah know?

I remember this one night when he told me that if I didn't force myself to shift into wolf form he would chain me with silver, only that time out in the woods. I was terrified so I tried so hard to force my bones to crack and rearrange themselves, only they couldn't I was to weak and under feed.

So I went to my room and packed my bag and grabbed some spare money I had been saving up.

I left.

I zig zagged through the woods and made my way to a water fall. I sat down and filled my water bottle up sipping the water to help with my dry throat.

I remember smelling something so disgusting and horrible that I thought it was me! I looked around and saw a man dressed in rags. He had a slight limp in his right leg and had an ugly smirk across his face.

Dirty bastered.

You have to remember I was weak, hadn't had a single training in my life. I wasn't even aloud near the gym to watch the worriors fight.

The limpy scumbag... He jumped on me and pinned me to the ground, he licked the side of my face and shreaded my clothes to bits.
I could only yell and claw at his face! I was useless..weak, after those failed attempts... I gave up and let him have his own way.

Each time he slipped in and out of me, I felt my sanity slipping, it was like my body had given up and wanted to go into a deep coma. I never thought I'd ever be in this situation let alone hate my own pathetically weak self.

After he had finished up I felt my bones crack, my body felt like I was being set on fire. I started screaming and before I knew I was covered in fur and howling in pain.

... I was a beautiful grey wolf with thick fur...

"I'm sorry I couldn't help you!", The sweetest most angelic voice speaks up in the back of my head.

"I vow to never let this happen to you again, please forgive me Xyrillex" My wolf whimpered out.

I couldn't feel any emotions but I knew I was glad to have someone else to be with. My wolf.

As soon as she took a look around my mind I could feel her getting angry and I could feel her trying to take incontrol, so I let her. I sat back in my mind watching the whole scene play out.

Blood soaked our coat, blood dripped down the corner of our lips. Blood seeped into the soil, littered around the body parts of my rapist. His head was resting on top of a branch, his arms were in a pile of blood and his legs were shreaded to nothing. I felt my wolf calming down from her vicious attack and I some what enjoyed seeing this dirty no good scream in pain, begging us for mercy and that he actually was afraid.

I felt better.

This is how I became the most dangerous preditor in the world.

I was a lonely she-wolf, probably out of control yes but no one needed to know that. They just needed to know that as long as they stayed out of my way, I wouldn't cause trouble.