The Demon's Broken Werewolf

The War

The war was terrible. It was almost the end of the world. I've heard this story many times about how bad the demons were and to always obey them. It was wolf law. That's how my mother died though. She was pregnant with me at the time the war started and my family fought as long as they could. But my mother was taken away from the pack to a secluded area, burned and destroyed enough, nothing would survive in that area. My mother was taken by a powerful demon, the king to be exact. He forced himself on her, typical demon. He started raping her and beating her in so many different ways. He would beat her so much it nearly killed her, but he healed her everytime just enough to keep her alive for the torture. The worst part of all, he saved for last. He tore open a small patch of his skin and forced my mother to drink his blood. He knew it would kill her and so did she. She was scared, yes. But she pleaded for only her to die if it meant her baby got to live. He refused and didn't care about either of us. But she kept begging and pleading. He told her, "If it dies, then it dies!"

He tortured her more until she looked like a bloody pulp. He ripped out organs, bones, skin and forced them into her body again stabbing other body parts. He soon let her body drop to the ground, barely clinging to her life force and he left her to die. Her mate however found her and immediately brought her to the hospital, but she stopped the nurses from operating on her and forced them to save her baby. With her last few breaths, she said her goodbyes to her mate and her baby. Then she was gone. Her mate promised to take care of their child and always protect their family, but it didn't last.

As I grew older, my father hated me and blamed me more and more. He remarried and had another kid and they soon hated me as well. My father named me, Silver, as a reminder that I hurt everyone. Silver is a dangerous and deadly chemical and weapon to wolves. And I have to live with that. My whole family and soon entire pack hated me and convinced me it was my fault my mother was dead. My father had broken and soon forgot about his promise to my mother, and turned everyone against me. But I had to deal with it. All the abuse, all the beatings, all the harassment. I had to deal with all on my own.

All through out highschool, I had suicidal thoughts and actions. But something stopped me everytime. I believed it was my mother telling me, "Its not over yet..keep fighting." So I did.