The Sacred Moon Pack

Chapter 15

There I was, I lay on the cold floor of my dark cell. I was all alone. I was tired . I was drained of energy. I used my hands to feel my body. I was really lean, so lean. I could feel my clavicles poking out. My skin embraced my clavicles in a stingy way making it feel well pronounced. I had the opportunity to look at myself in a large mirror in the hall I had cleaned earlier in the day.

Earlier that day while I was working my a*s off on some other duty together with the other slaves. Madame Poof had come to take me away from them, telling me that she had another work for me.

"Picking out cotton balls is not tough enough for you, you need something more hard core," She snarled.

"You need something more suitable for your status as a slave,” she had said.

I followed Madam Poof, I trailed behind her as she led me off to a place quite a distance away from where the other slaves were.

As we walked away I started thinking to myself "Like were actually is this lady taking me off to.”

"Last time was the mad house and the other dancing room, she also mentioned something about a place for me to see demons.”

"Well I hope I never get to see demons,” I felt a bit awkward.

All these thoughts went on in my head, they all started to feel like a dream, they didn't seem realistic to me anymore.

Madam Poof had sent me off to clean a large dirty hall all by myself. The hall looked abandoned.

"Get in here you dirty little b***h," Madame Poof said as she dug her long dirty sharp finger nails into my skin all in an attempt to drag me into the room.

Her finger nails had punctured my skin. I could see my blood trickling out of the injury and I felt a very sharp sting but who cared, ever since I had become a slave in the Moon pack, I had known no rest. My body was battered almost every day of my life.

Madam Poof just had a way to get me injured everyday even when I didn't deserve it. She hated me personally . Sometimes I had to ask myself if I was the one that killed her son.

Yes, I heard the other slaves whispering about it. They once talked about it during the short moments of her absence . They had mentioned that her son had died during one of the wars between my pack and theirs. Since then Madam Poof had been so bitter and hated the Sun Pack even much more. She refused to have any other mate or even any other child of her own. She became ruthless and bitter and would pour out her anger on any werewolf from my pack.

She did hate all of us but my hatred was special. My body was bruised with whips. Madam Poof's slap had become a regular for me. I get slapped by her almost every day of my life. In fact I had become used to it. I think I had even developed a thick skin for her slap I was used to it.

I stumbled when Madam Poof dragged me into the room, I fell hard on the floor. I looked up, the room was so dusty. It had tables and chairs everywhere. The chairs were scattered around, the tables too. Some of them were broken splinters of wood all around.

I stood up from the floor, I tool a step forward.

"Ouch" I exclaimed. A splinter of wood had dug into the sole of my foot.

"Have you no eyes, you i***t," Madam Poof snarled.

"Well, get used to getting your sole pricked, not like I care anyway. Be done by noon, if you are not I'll make sure to put you in your place, you are a hard core slave, do what you were brought to do" Madam Poof said and stepped out.

I looked around, the hall looked like an abandoned meeting hall. It looked like a fight had broken out in the room which could explained the smashed chairs and tables.

At the corner of the room was some cleaning tools. I had to get to work. I had to be done with this work before noon. Madame Poof meant all what she said. She derived joy in inflicting pains on me anyway. She would feast on my body by noon if I wasn't done.

I got to work anyway cleaning, dusting and doing everything as quickly as I can. Honestly, the hall was so large. I didn't want to while away time by having any rest at all. I dusted , swept and mopped so fast, I took off the cobwebs.

There it was at a corner of the room, a mirror looking so grand and majestic. It was in shatters too but I could imagine is old glory. It was dusty.

I used my cleaning towel to clean a portion of it.

I hadn't looked at myself in a mirror for a very long time. I didn't know what I looked like anymore.

My mum had called me beautiful and a few the wolves I knew from my pack had also called me beautiful back then. If I was really beautiful, I didn't know what I was looking at in the mirror right now.

I looked like a ghost covered in bruises. My eyes looked tired and at the same time, they looked bulged in their sockets. I looked like eyes, skin and bones. My skin was pale also giving off the ghostly appearance.

"No, I'm not a vampire, I'm a werewolf,” I began to wonder, "What exactly does Alpha Clint see when he looks at me? Do I look pretty or attractive to him?"

They were a lot of pretty ladies in their pack and just why wouldn't he just go off and find a mate amongst them.

"No, my inner wolf feels this comfort when I'm with him, my inner Wolf just wants to be with him, we connect,” I thought with a hitch of smile.

But on the contrary, Alpha Clint's interest in me as a mate has increased the wickedness that I was receiving as a slave, not just from Madam Poof but any other of the were wolves in the Moon Pack that was in command of us as slaves. I wish Alpha Clint doesn't have to be my mate, I wished my Mum's words about the mate ship were true just for the sake of me being a slave. Apart from that something in me tingled when I got to know Alpha Clint the more. He was so kind, loving , handsome. Alpha Clint had a perfect body build.

"Why would he really want someone that looks like this?" I said gazing at the reflection of myself on the mirror

My dirty ugly tattered clothes gave off a ghostly look too. It was almost like I should have been dead by now

"How could a girl of my age be going through all this pain" I thought to myself while I lay on the cold floor of my cell.

I sighed.

I missed my Mum, I missed the good old days with my Mum and Dad. I missed both of them.

"Why did Dad agree to go for that war, the war that took his life, I'm just a teenage wolf, I still deserve parental love and care,” I protested to myself.

Mum should have stayed with me , didn't she ever think about me before she went for the war, didn't she ever think she that she just might die and I would be left alone in this cold world.

"We were happy together, at least we tried to be.” These thoughts went through my head till I finally dozed off. I needed that sleep. Sleep was never far from my eyes.