The call of the wild

Fighting Is For The Heroes- FIFTH

A/N:Hello wonderful creatures I am here yet again with a new chapter , damn I am going too fast, every day I write more and more, and I am positively surprised. I can't wait to finish this book and surprise myself with the ending. Yes I do indeed have this book planned out, but not all of it. The ending changes a lot of times, in fact the whole story changes a lot of times. But nonetheless I still love writing this piece, this time it is different from the other books that I have been trying to write. Usually I have a writer's block for months, or I am too lazy to write a chapter. But for this one I am constantly coming up with new names, scenarios, and new ideas. But how are y'all doing? I hope you are healthy, safe and most of all not hungry. I hope you have an amazing day and week. You can do anything you want to, nothing is impossible. I believe in you and your dreams. Make them real. All love♡.

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Zara's P. O. V

No this can't be happening. Not again. Did I not get away ?. There was I, I was laying down on my bed, sleeping peacefully with my mouth gaped wide open.

Small snores leaving my mouth as I breathe in and out. My hair is all over the old gross pillow that they gave me. And I didn't have any blanket to be covered with.My tiny body was curled up in a fetus position as it looked even smaller.

You see as an act of "kindness" they would give me on my birthday used things. Such as this pillow for my last 16 teen birthday. But I don't complain at least I have something to sleep on. However they treat me as a slave rather than a part of their pack, a daughter or a mate.

You see I wasn't allowed to shift into my werewolf form, so my wolf have been leaving me, and her absence is less and less prominent. Werewolves must shift into their wolf form, to let out some steam and let their wolf run to satisfy themselves.

It is like when you are home for weeks and you really want to go out and have fun. Or to clear out your thoughts. Since I wasn't allowed to shift into my wolf they probably think I'd ran away.

So if a werewolf doesn't let their wolf out they will leave them, day by day, month by month, year by year. It is said to leave you so painfully that it kills you at the end when they are gone for forever.

And what is a werewolf without their wolf. So that's what I am without my wolf Lucy, just plainly nothing. Since I am always treated with disrespect and I'm constantly being bullied and hit many times. My manipulators don't even let me outside much, afraid I'll run off to someone and tell them and get them in trouble. Or let the hunters know and kill them.

But why if they hate me so much do they even kept me in the first place. That would be a mystery for me, for forever. Groaning in pain I rolled over on my back and ran my fingers through my hair several times.

For fucks sake another day of hell. I was cursing in my head on how much I hate my life and how weak I am, while I was trying to get rid of the knots in my hair I accidentally pulled too hard and hissed in pain. As a result from the last times beating I got because the floor wasn't clean enough, and I tried to fight back but instead I got myself into more trouble.

*flashback*
"You fucking cunt!".

A slap echoed in the room, the walls shuddering from the roar in their voice lacking any sympathy and being filled with disgust and dissatisfaction.

The same hatred that I always hear and recognize which is always pointed towards me. I felt tingles dancing on my now red crimson cheek that was left with a hand imprint from the recent slap I got. It stung like a bitch.

"What did I say about the cleaning?!" he shouted and slapped me again really hard.

I winced in pain, from the impact,my head turning to the other way. For fucks sake Lucy was ready to appear and tore my father into pieces.