Broken Souls

Prologue ~ Broken Souls

This is the first time I have posted anything on Wattpad, and evidentially my first book. I know its quite short at the moment as I have only just started to actually write up my ideas and the plot, but I hope you like what I have started with and I would love any comments you have about it or improvements you think of and obviously your votes would be much appreciated! Thanks Amy

Also would just like to say a big thank you to 'ThatOneGirlWriting' who made a couple of suggestions on how to improve it, thank you again!

{sorry for any grammar mistakes, misspellings etc}

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Have you ever wondered what it was like to be truly alone? What happens when you lose the single most important thing in your life? When you have to watch someone so dear, be torn from this world without another word in their favour...

They're not just the person you casually had your eye on for the past few years, or that person you thought you had loved unconditionally and unwaveringly, until their unfaithfulness became the thing to pull you apart. The love I am talking about is that which you are destined for; they are your one true match, your fate and the one person you are bound to from the beginning and no matter what the situation, you will love them and they will love you back. They are not just your mate, but your soul mate. Those are the two words that mean the most to people like me. They are what everyone spends their life searching for and yearning for. They are what give our kind instant happiness, companionship and a sense of completeness and purpose. They are not just the person you have been destined for, but the person that makes the three little words, "I love you" hold real purpose and meaning. Your connection to them being so strong that only death itself can take them from you.

This one condition, one rule, one loop hole is the outcome of my sufferings; it is the fate that my mate was handed as it should have been my fate to follow. The one single piece of bliss that entered my life was suddenly torn from my grasp as I was left floundering in shallow water. Our kind should grow old together, slowly but never the less together, and only then do they part when old age has caught up to us. But the difference is it will be together, as one should not be made to live without their other half.

But for me, we have lost each other before it had even truly begun. The loss of one so dear causes its match to follow with its fate, but I cannot do that. The gods have sought to punish me for what has happened and no matter how hard I try I have been forced to stay for a purpose that is little unknown. I am no one now, and nor shall I ever be. Without my mate I am empty and bitter, my life no longer see-able through my eyes but something that I envy of others as I see them live how I should have.

My once hateful, yet promising life was turned upside down upon his entry, he overcame what everyone saw, and he was the one to believe in me and it changed my life for the better. But the tables have turned once again and his death has plunged me back into despair and consumed me with the flames of a living hell. This one place being what everyone fears whether you believe it is there or not. The place described by so many and yet so few. But what if hell isn't a place, but a time period. The single but most frightful word is now the time period in which I live. My life is no longer my own, but merely what I have managed to salvage from myself in order to keep going. If I had the choice I would have stopped, like others I would have perished and withered away without his company, without my other half; yet neither my body nor my soul will let me.

It has been a whole month now since I lost him and yet I am still here, living and breathing whilst he is not, living with my pack when I should not. To be honest I am surprised I am still here, in this house, in this room, in this life. I had spent the first few weeks grieving for him, grieving for what we lost and what we will never have. I had expected death to find me, like others I would have taken it gratefully, a saviour from my life as it is now, as it has returned to. But as the days stretched on, I grew impatient, my life having taken one step forwards only to go three steps back. I decided to take this life into my own hands and my fate with it. However I soon came to realise that whatever my attempts I would not succeed, for a wolf to take their own life goes against all of our natural instincts. My wolf therefore fought me for control with each attempt, with each chance I tried to be with him. Even though desperation consumed our feelings, my mental and physical state left me no energy to try and over-rule her actions and decisions, despite the emotional pain she felt from the loss as well. Usually with our kind a grieving soul mate will pass away shortly after their other half, as the wolf will have suffered so emotionally that their instincts are drowned out and our human side can take control. But that is not the case with my wolf; my once shy and obedient wolf has forced my life to become this living hell as the gods continue to taunt me and prevent my actions from that of following in my mates footsteps, my wolf now striving for resilience and vengeance for what she has lost.

Eventually a month came to an end and knowing I could not follow him, I started to accept it, and accept that of my wolfs new motives. I had started to rein in my emotions and put on a mask. As my life had grinded to a halt those around me had not and they had been plotting and deciding on my behalf. I refused to waste my life now filled with remorse and I soon turned that remorse into anger. Anger for myself for having not been able to help him, anger at my wolf for preventing me from following him, but more so anger and rage filled me for what those rouges had done and taken from me.

I was no longer the meek little girl that enraged her father and followed those around her blindly. I was no longer the warrior's daughter or the Beta's Mate. I am however now alone. No support was given from my remaining family, and no mother was left to comfort me after her death in my early childhood.

I, Allison Bennet, have had what was mine stolen from me, and from that my once difficult but seemingly carefree life has been knocked out of place and masked with that of my hatred as I am left alone, demoted from my position as Beta and kicked out from my pack for a misplaced betrayal.