Downtrodden
Willow looked up as loud footsteps thundered towards her. She trembled and returned to scrubbing the floors, desperately trying to avoid detection. However, it didn't work. "You worthless bitch." Alpha Tyrone growled as he towered over her. "Do you ever accomplish anything? You're wolfless, powerless, and useless. You can't even work right! Finish the job, or your rations will be suspended." 'Oh no.' Willow thought as she doubled her efforts. 'Not again. I just got them back.' Then the Alpha left, leaving her with a blow to her face and a warning. "Be out of the main castle by sundown. The mating festival is tonight, and i wont let you ruin it." Willow nodded, cradling her bruising cheek, tears streaming as she tried to cover old wounds. She doubled her work and slunk to her room just as the sun went down. Her bedroom was a broom closet, and her bed was a ratty blanket. Her tin plate was dented and had moldy crumbs, and she was so familiar with the rodents that she knew them by name. "Hello Julius. And how are you today?" She asked a little black mouse. He squeaked back as he took a crumb back to his mouse hole to feed his little family. Then she heard the most familiar voice to her. Her soul stirred in response, and she smiled. She may be weak, but she had secrets no one suspected. Secrets her parents told her to keep hidden just before they died. "So, how long before we escape this pigsty and join the others?" Her wolf Violet asked, voice laced with good-natured disgust and joking.