last Hope

The Beginning

Lily

    *Ten years ago*

Luca was the Alpha’s son and was about a month older than me. We spent as much time together as possible and he was my best friend. I had thought that we would always be together. We were always together. He had deep dark sea blue eyes, light brown hair that could easily be mistaken for blonde, and he was the kindest person you would ever meet. 

We spent our time together in a treehouse our Dads had built for us a couple summers ago. We were always staying in that tree playing games, or drawing, and sometimes we would fall asleep together. It was our safe place. He was my safe place. 

However, we had no idea the reason my Father had come to the packhouse that day was to tell the Alpha we were leaving the pack. 

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“But Dad, I don’t wanna go home.” Dad had been trying to convince me it was time to go for the last five minutes, but I was being my stubborn self and kept trying to get him to let me stay. 

However, he was starting to get impatient and was grasping for anything to convince me to go home with him. “We need to go home so we can make dinner and check on your Mom and brothers.” 

I knew he was right and that the boys and Mom shouldn’t be alone for too long, but I didn’t want to go home yet. I wanted to stay with Luca longer. I wanted to stay in my safe place longer, even if it was for only a few more minutes. So I tried to bargain with him. 

“Can we come back tomorrow then?” He looked at me hesitantly before answering.

“Of course.” He never lied to me, so I decided to give in and went over to hug Luca goodbye. 

“See you tomorrow.” I hug him as tight as I can as I say this in almost a whisper. 

He didn’t want me to leave just as much as I didn’t, but he hugs me back just as tightly anyways. “See you tomorrow.” He whispers back to me before we are torn apart by our Father’s. My Dad picks me up in his arms and Luca in his Fathers’. 

I look back one more time to see Uncle Liam (The Alpha) staring at me with a sad expression on his face. Luca is in his arms as he waves goodbye to me. I wave back. Unknown to us is that we won't be seeing each other again for a long time. 

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*The next morning* 

I wake up in our truck, confused as to where I am as well as where we are going. I only find out when we get to my Aunt and Uncle's house. Before we get out of the truck, our parents finally tell us we are going to stay with them for a while. They claimed it was just a visit, but we never went back home. I didn’t get to see Luca or anyone else from the pack for a long time. I had lost everything and everyone I had ever known and loved in one day, and my dad lied to me for the first time, betraying my trust forever. 

After we moved, I stopped trusting my parents, I stopped trusting everyone. I didn’t even make friends nor did I want to. I had tried to at first when I still had hope, but I was different from most people. I wasn’t very open or sociable, and that made it hard for others to talk to me. That's why me and Luca got along so well, he understood me and we were practically born together so we didn’t really even need to try when it came to getting close. That’s just how we were. 

I went through the next eight years moving in with relatives going from one place to another, one school to the next, and taking care of my brothers as best as I could. Until one day,  Mom finally broke for the last time. 

She had tried to leave Dad multiple times in the past but he always chased after her, dragging me and my brothers behind them. However, she finally left for the last time and Dad couldn’t find her anymore. He became abusive and at the same time we were still being dragged around for almost two more years in his search for her before he finally gave up. At last, we could go home. We could go back to our pack. Back to our family. 

However, I am a lot different now compared to before we left. All those years of being away from home and being practically alone changed me a lot. After moving from place to place, going through school after school, and putting up with what I had to put up with, I got deeply depressed, major anxiety, trust issues, and now scars thanks to the ceaseless abuse. No surprise there I’m sure. I had been going through that for ten long years and I am now about to turn eighteen.