Silver Shines Brighter

Violet

Violet was a special wolf. Willow's parents knew that if she shifted, she would instantly be targeted. Not only was it extremely rare for a wolf to have a silver coat, but her eyes were a striking shade of violet. Bright purple irises surround a pupil that could only be described as an iridescent black. Pastel colors swirled in a transluscent overlay that would have been mesmerizing. As it was however, Willow was a slave to her own pack, and her uncle, Alpha Tyrone, as well as her aunt and cousins, were extremely cruel to her due to her parents death, her violet eyes, and her brown hair with streaks of shimmering silver. However, their philosophy was to keep her a filthy slave to hide her appearance. "Hello? Earth to Willow? Talk to me, girl." Violet told her in a huff.

"Oh, right. Sorry. What was the question?"

"I asked when we're escaping this hellhole. Our heat is coming." she said, and Willow could feel the rolling eyes in her head.

"Not tonight. We need to save stores, and after Alpha got mad at me for the broken mug and withheld rations for a week, im too spent to run anywhere." Willow said sadly. Then she felt it and curled up, stifling a moan. Her heat is coming. This is not good. The Mate Festival brings young folk from all 4 packs together to find their mate. But if she was in heat, someone could find her. Then she hears a low growl and flattens into the corner. Someone is coming ever closer. The door bursts open. Alpha Tyrone has come to work out his frustration. On her.

...

Willow stirred 3 hours later with a low groan. She was completely destroyed. He had covered her in bruises and bites and scratches. She probably had a concussion, and she had a broken leg that was healing fast. She shivered hard in exhaustion and pain.

"Let me at him." Growled Violet deeply.

"You can't." Willow moaned as she sat in the corner of the room, watching her mouse friends Julius and Napoleon, as well as their mates, Diana and Sophie, and their mouselings. "First, no one is supposed to see you. Second, you're too weakened to fight the alpha, and third, no one can attack their own alpha. The pack bond would stop us. " Violet sighed in Willows head. She knew that Willow was right on all three points. She was just tired of watching Willow get beaten. Every day, multiple times a day, she would be hurt, just so others could vent frustration. It was a loathsome existence. Then she heard footsteps, but wasn't Alpha Tyrone. And then they smelled the sweetest scent either had ever smelled in their lives. Cedar, vanilla, lavender, old books, fresh cut grass, the smell after a rain, all swirling in one beautiful scent. Willow had one thought as the door swung open, and a tall man walked in. 'If i die like this, it will be ok. That gorgeous aroma is worth it.' She cowered away, expecting the worst.