My Broken Voice

Dark. Alone. Cold. Hurt. That was how the young female ward of the Alpha of The Red Talons Pack spent most of her time as a young girl. It only got worse as she grew older, as she was forced to stay in her room and occasionally get beaten by the Beta of the Pack, with the Alpha intentionally turning a blind eye for him.

She doesn't get much of a break besides the long hours that she is left alone in her dark room, which is slightly more unbearable than just enduring Beta Scott's "visits". Her food is barely edible, her clothes tattered and falling apart, and her body riddled with scars from infected wounds and weapons made mostly of sharp silver.

She finally gets a rest when her Pack is attacked by another who know how awful the Alpha and Beta and are willing to lose a few werewolves to save the people who are being kept by them. She gets taken to a human hospital and now the people of her new pack have a problem on their hands. She can't talk, and something or someone is coming after her with a vengeance, using way to communicate that were previously thought impossible.

Can she find out who is hurting her and what they want? Will she be able to open up to the Alpha of her new pack, who just wants to help her adjust to her new bright surroundings? And will the new tall, dark, and handsome Alpha be able to get her to talk again?