The Daughter of Medusa

Chapter 1

Ravens POV

"Raven!! Raven Mitchell Core!! Come upstairs now!!"

I sighed and rolled on my back so I could face the ceiling, what a great way to start my birthday. After another five minutes, I finally decided to get out of bed. In my case, my bed was nothing but a piece of wood on the floor.

I don't own a comfortable bed because a "useless slut like me doesn't deserve a nice bed." That's what everyone in the pack, tells me every day.

As you've heard already my name is Raven, Raven Mitchell Core and I'm a member of the Blood Bath Pack. Hey, I didn't choose the name, I'm just part of the God-forsaken pack.

If you're confused, we're a pack of werewolves. You know those big murderous dogs with extremely sharp claws and teeth? That's what we, well what they are. As I said before it's my birthday, I'm turning twenty years old, and I have yet to phase.

I was supposed to phase when I turned eleven, fourteen at the latest.

When I didn't phase on my eleventh birthday, everyone was so understanding. They were so nurturing, they said that I was just stressed because my parents weren't here to witness my first phase.

I never knew my parents, and no one told me anything about them. I never bothered asking, they didn't care about me, so I don't bother caring for them.

Even my best friend, Kurt, just comforted me and assured me that it was going to happen soon.

Then my twelfth birthday came, everyone said the same thing and I got the same support. Then my thirteenth came. Michael, Kurts Beta, had phased at my party. Everyone was so happy and proud of him.

Where with me, everyone was getting frustrated and less understanding. Kurt stopped hanging out with me. No one supported me anymore. There were whispers here and there, pointing, laughing, everything that would bring down anyone's self-esteem, they did.

Then my fourteenth came, I knew something was going to go wrong. I felt it in my core. I didn't phase, I pleaded with the Alpha, and he gave me an extra week to try and phase.

I don't know why I bothered, deep down I knew I couldn't phase,

On the final day, when I didn't phase the abuse started. Worst of all my former best friend, Kurt, declared me human and demoted me to Pack maid.

I had to cook, clean, and submit to any command or punishment they would give me. None of it bothered me, until Kurt laid his hands on me for the first time.

That day, my spirit broke. I had no fight in me, I knew then he really didn't care about me anymore. So, I submitted and did everything they told me to do. Even then I would be punished.

I don't even get to eat the food I cook. They would starve me, and I would have to sneak and take some of the food that I would cook. I was caught once, and the punishment was beyond what I could imagine. It's a shame to say, but I've become accustomed to the abuse.

I wake up, I cook, I get punished, I clean, I get punished, I tend the garden, I get punished, I cook dinner, I get punished, go to bed, then repeat the next day.

It's an endless cycle of misery, I would often wonder why the Moon Goddess would curse me. What have I done to deserve this? Was it something my parents did? Was I not meant to be born?

Did I do something wrong in my past life? I will never understand. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy, which is the whole pack Hehe.

But something was, different. I feel like this year is different, I feel good about today. I don't know why. the last five years have been nothing but absolute misery and pain.

But something was telling me, that this year was going to be different. Honestly, that little bit of hope made me smile. A genuine smile, I haven't had one of those since my twelfth birthday.

I closed my eyes, and let out a deep sigh, "Today is going to be a good day!"

I went into my box that had all my clothes in it, I don't have a dresser like everyone else. My pack made sure I knew I wasn't worth anything, not even a dresser for my clothes.

I shook my head, one day I'm going to leave this awful place and never look back.

I looked in the box and grabbed the one flattering thing I had. It was a grey and red long sleeve dress that stopped right at the knees. It was a little tight, but it hugged my body the right way. I liked this dress because it covered most of my scar and the fresh wounds that I had.

I put it on and looked in the mirror, I took down my fishtail braid and let my hair fall down my back. I've always loved was my hair. Although my hair is black, it always glistened, whether it night or day.

I shook my head coming back to reality and looked myself in the mirror. Happy with my look, I put on my grey flats and went upstairs.

My stomach was turning, but I remained calm.

"It's going to be a good day. I know it is."