Betrayal from the one who is meant to love me and protect me is the thing that made me the way I am. A weapon for the disposal of the one who bids the most.

I stood in front of the mirror, but the person that stared back at me was someone I didn’t recognise. Black bags sat beneath her dull, lifeless eyes, that was once merry and bright. Her once pink plump lips were now chapped from the gnawing of her lips. That girl no longer knew what happiness was, no longer knew what love was, and she sure as hell didn’t want anyone or anything to enter her heart that was kept between barbed wire; that girl staring back at me was me. They used to see me as weak, even though I was far from it. I kept quiet, I let them push me around and use me as their own personal punching bag because I didn’t want them to know who I was. I was just a rogue to them, who was nothing more than some lowly classed wolf. But what they didn’t know was that I had alpha blood, that I ran away from my pack in order to be free from my father. But they didn’t need to know that, so that’s why I kept quiet. It was better to keep on the down-low so that he wouldn’t find me. But what I didn’t know was that the day I turned 16, my life would turn upside down