The Hunted: Escaping The Alpha

Prologue

I've done terrible things.

I had no control over it, but I still live with torment of the lives I've ruined. My sleep is forever haunted by their blood curdling screams. They weren't good people, but who am I to decide who lives and dies? I remember each and every one of them. I looked into their eyes as the last drop of life left their bodies. I killed them. I couldn't stop it. I was trapped in my own body watching, as though I was merely a spectator.

I don't know how they did it, but I'll never let them control me again.

They did terrible things to me.

I was still a child when they took me. For years they tortured me into submission. They trained me harness my 'gifts' so that I could track and attack at their will. I was nothing more than an animal to them. Used for hunting their prey. They took my name and called me 'Pink'. A permanent reminder that I was nothing to them. A disposable asset. Something they owned.

And now they hunt me.

I was stupid to think that I had escaped. It was a cruel punishment. They let me think I could live a normal life and in one day they destroyed it. Just because they could. As a reminder that I will never be free, and they will always own me.

They are coming for me. They are just biding their time.