I thought my life was going to come to an end. I thought my moment of death had come, and it was not going to be long before I am taking to the gallows and shut permanently.
I stretched my eyes widely as the first ray of the early morning sun hit me so severely that my brain felt like it was going to explode. I felt weak. I felt conquered. I felt broken.
I tried to get myself together and stay positive, but the sound of the cries of the prisoners close to me did not give me the kind of positivity that I needed. The more I heard their tears, the more I felt my own time to cry would come and it was going to last for a long period of time like they own.
I finally relaxed myself once I came to the understanding that my efforts in trying to set myself free was not going to work, and I was only going to waste time complicating things when there was nothing to be done to set myself free.
I sighed slowly as I realized the trouble I had brought upon my own head. I knew it was avoidable. I was the one who decided to go to war even though I knew fully well that I was not old enough to go to war because I was yet to turn eighteen.
"Get up, you piece of s**t!"
I struggled to stand up with the help of a woman who was angry that I had disobeyed the command of her superior.
"When I tell you to stand up, you stand up," Alpha Brian said to me.
I did not say a word as I looked at the eyes of the woman who was holding my hands. She looked back at me with an angry stare. I knew she might probably be wondering what had led me to join the war when I looked younger than most female werewolves in the war.
"For many years," Alpha Brian said to me,"the Sacred Moon Pack and the Sacred Sun Pack have been going to war, but do you know the reason why both packs are going to war?"
I couldn't answer his questions because I did not know the reason why both packs were going for war. I grew up knowing fully well that my pack hated the Sacred Moon Pack. It is what my father taught me. It is what my mother taught me.
After he left I was left alone to think about my life. I was taking a private cell after spending a few minutes with the captured people who were begging for mercy.
"Where am I going to?" I asked the woman who was dragging me.
"You are going to a private cell where you will be treated in the manner that you deserve to be treated in."
"What do you mean by that?" I was very confused because I didn't understand what the woman was saying to me.
"You see, you are a stubborn member of our enemy. And, during the war, we discovered that you took the lives of a good number of our soldiers. So, we can't keep you in a public cell and treat you like the others as if you didn't commit a crime. You will have to be treated harshly and dealt in the manner that people like you deserve."
I was thrown into a dark cell. I could feel my body shivering. I could feel my spine bending in a way that I did not want it to bend. Every part of my body was feeling uncomfortable because I was in that sell and there was no food, and there was no light. I tried to scream for help but after considering the fact that I had no friends in the pack, I decided to not follow up with my plan. I sat down as I prayed and hoped that someone will come and save me, but nobody came. I spent the next few hours in solitude, thinking about my escape route.
In the afternoon, I was removed from my dark cell and brought to the light. I was dragged and treated badly until I found myself in the centre of the prominent people of the Sacred Moon Pack.
"What are we going to do to her?" An old woman asked.
"I suggest we t*****e her and turn her into our own slave," Alpha Brian said. "If we t*****e her and treat her badly, she will learn how life works to people of her kind."
"I am not in full support of what he said. I want her to be killed," the old woman spat on the ground. "She killed a lot of our people during the war. It is only fair that she gets her own share of the killing."
"No!" Alpha Brian raised his voice. "We are going to put her in a very difficult position. We are going to t*****e her and make her understand what it means to be a true slave. I disagree with the suggestion to kill her. Killing this member of the Sacred Sun Pack will not change the fact that she has killed some of our brothers and sisters, but subjecting her to the life of a s*****y will make her know her place in this world is forever lost. So, I suggest in front of everyone gathered today that we turn her into a slave."
Like before, I did not say a word. I was dragged back in my private cell and I was giving little food to eat. I was told that I was not going to see any light on till the next day when my fate will be decided. I felt very bitter as I stayed alone inside the private cell thinking of my late parents and how they had died during the wars fought with this pack.
"Shut up!" The woman who had brought me to the cell yelled at me. "Shut up, you b***h!"