You Always Have A Choice

You Always Have A Choice

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"Sister I think - " I started but she cut me off. " Don't." She said coldly . " Don't think." A dangerous silence settled between us. She sat very still , barely moving just staring out at the trees that lie ahead. " This is the goddess' fault. She claims to love her children her wolves of the night but she condemns me to over a decade of solitude. " Her voice was dangerous , despite her fragile like frame she still held power in her voice . " She stood by and let our father walk out on me . She stood by and let our mother beat the shit out of me. She stood by and let Tiberius make me into a monster. She stood by and let me die. She stood my and let our mother kill Valerie. She stood by and let her kill my mate. She stood by and let her mate kill me. " When I begged her , pleaded with her . She still did nothing. She condemned me to die. She once told me that my humanity hung in the balance . Now her life will."
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Everything was gone. I sobbed, my clothes ripped and I was bleeding, but it didn't matter. I had to get to her, to them. Had to find- Struggling to stand, I grasped my side, biting back the scream that wanted to escape. I looked down at my hands and red coated them, blurring together until I couldn't see anything anymore. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing my panicked breathing to slow, until I felt in control of myself again. It had been so long, I thought as I turned my peeling and dry face to the sun, my fingers shaking as I struggled to make sense of them. For so long, I'd been a wolf, cursed. All that I was, or could've been had been reduced to nothing but an animal driven by instinct, bloodlust, thousands of lives met their ends at the edges of my razor sharp claws. I had no idea where I was, how much time had passed. My fingers touched something hard in the sand, and a jolt of information went through me as Queen Azalea's sword, gleamed as I pulled it free. My heart started to pound as sun glinted off of the blade, reflecting back at me. I nearly dropped the metal when I saw myself. I took a second look and saw white hair, caked with dirt, and yellow eyes, blue veins sparking in their depths. All at once, I remembered who I was. I remembered why I was here, how much time had passed. I am Azalea Marie Albescu, The Queen Alpha. A false queen sits on my throne, controls what's mine. I would have to make my way back to my pack, my family, and my home, if still there. I would rise again, as I had before, and reclaim what belongs to me. DISCLAIMER: AS WITH MANY OF MY STORIES, I DO IMPLICATE SITUATIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT/ABUSE. Not in any way do I intend to glamorize this behavior, I write about these delicate and painful situations because I myself relate to them and will always fight for survivors, including myself. Thank you for your understanding and if you are in any way uncomfortable reading these stories, I encourage you to look elsewhere.

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