My Blood Wolf

Chapter One-Suffering I can’t remember the sun. The beautiful bright shining light, warming up the darkest of souls. I can’t even remember the last time I was free. I’ve been held captive by my own father, my Alpha since I was four years old. I used to live with a loving mother and father in a mansion. I used to be friends with the neighbouring pack’s sons and daughters. I used to have a bedroom, covered with girly colours; pinks and purples everywhere. But that all changed when my father changed. My father has always hated me, as far as I could remember. My mother took me out to get ice cream for my 4th birthday, but we were attacked. I don’t know how, but somehow I survived, but sadly, my mother was torn to pieces. My father walked by, saw me curled up next to a dumpster and then he saw his torn dead mate. He blamed me, said I should’ve protected her and died instead of her. But how was I supposed to do anything? I was only four, just starting to talk, I couldn’t fight. But I could remember every detail as if it happened only moments ago. To get revenge on me, before anyone else found out that I was still alive, my father kidnapped me. The place where he took me was a concrete cell with a silver door. I had a wire bed with a thin blanket as a mattress and an even thinner blanket for warmth. I don’t want to even mention what I’ve had to do to empty my stomach of what little food I had. My father starved me almost to the point of death and barley gave me enough water to live. He never told me where he had taken me, until a year after my mother’s death. On my fifth birthday, my dad said he had taken me to the family safe house in the middle of the pack’s territory and that he had a special gift for me. At first, I thought that he would let me go, say that he had a change of heart and that he was sorry for what he’s done to me, but instead, he smashed his fist into my face. I felt my nose shatter under the pressure and could feel blood pouring down my face. That was almost ten years ago my father kidnapped me, but nine years since that first hit. I am now thirteen years old, almost fourteen; my birthday will be in almost two weeks. The beatings had gotten worse over the years. My father left me alone for a week after that first blow to the face, but since then, I’ve broken a wrist, arm and all my ribs at least once. And that’s not the worst of it. I think I was eight years old when my father punched my already broken ribs into my lungs. I was choking on my own blood, my breathe coming in short sharp gasps. I don’t know how, but I managed to survive. It helps that being a werewolf speed up the healing process. I can’t talk to my wolf, because I haven’t shifted yet and that won’t happen until I turn fourteen. And I can’t wait until that happens. I’ll have an enormous amount of strength, and I’m hoping it’s enough to get me out of here. So much has changed about me since I was free since my mother was alive and well. I used to have bright tanned skin; normal for a werewolf, red hair; not the orangey hair but the bright dark hair and everyone thought it was dyed, but it was completely natural. I was four years old; my mother would’ve killed me if someone had died my hair like that. Now my skin is pale and crusty, my hair and dead-looking brown instead of red. But the biggest change of all is my eyes, they were once the deepest of green but now they are grey and dull and have no sign of life in them. I still can’t believe my own father would do this to me. The cell that has now become my home is dark and smells like death has touched this place. I shudder at the thought; there will be death if I’m not careful. On that happy note, the door of my cell was thrown against the wall, leaving an even bigger dent in the cement wall. In the doorway stood my proud Alpha, my horrifying father. I huddle my body closer together as I bowed my head and bared my neck, a sign of submission. He never leaves me alone though. He finds it weak of me and punishes me, just like I know he is about to do now. “How is my little girl today?” he asks with sorrow and pain fuelling his voice, but I’m not going to fall for it. Whenever he does it, he thinks that I’ll think he’s gone back to being the loving father I knew, but then screams and kicks me until I pass out. Not this time, I’ve learnt my lesson. “I’m fine Alpha, how are you today?” I lift my head warily, looking him dead in the eyes, but instantly turned away. My father is a frightening man. I don’t know how, but he managed to get three long scars from another werewolf along his left cheek, just missing his eye. That alone would send people running for the hills, but if you get close enough, you can see the coldness behind his brown eyes and the twitching of his mouth when he thinks of something cruel. I try to be brave when he comes to visit, but what he has done to me has ruined everything good about me. I duck my head back into the safety of my arms and legs while I cast a look into my father’s direction. He does not look happy. “I am your father, you should show me more respect than that.” I watch as he slowly but forcefully stalked his way over until he toward over my cowering body. “I think it’s time for your monthly lesson, yes?” He doesn’t wait for a reply, just hauls my screaming and aching body over the wall opposite the corner I was in and clicks my wrists, with my front facing the blood-stained wall, into chains. When he walks away, I know what he is going to do. I don’t beg him to let me go, I know that will not work, so I silently cry and let my body shake from the pain about to come. “Are you ready Amber?” He doesn’t wait. I can feel the air shift as my father pulls the silver whip behind his back and snaps it forward onto my bruised, scared and already bloody back. I let my scream tear from my lips, because I know that’s what he wants to hear. He brings it down onto me again and I can feel the flesh-tearing off the bone, blood pouring down my back freely as my body desperately tries to heal itself, but without luck. Without proper food and good nutrition, my healing is almost as slow as a human’s. My father brings the whip down again and I scream and cry until there’s nothing left inside of me and gladly welcome the darkness.