Alcateia - The Alpha's Nightmare

CHAPTER 4 - TERESA

I feel my lungs and legs burning. I wish I could run faster; I wish I could turn into a wolf or something like that; but I can’t. I’m the daughter of two powerful werewolves. Sister of an Alpha. Still, I was born a simple human with psychic powers.

Yes, that’s right. I can feel and see spirits. No, it’s not fun. But I’m not being chased by anything like a ghost. This… this is very human and scary.

“TERESA!”, I hear them screaming my name.

I run through the trees. The Moon Hill was darker than usual. I feel like all the good souls that ever stepped into the Sintra’s woods are trying to help me, still, something inside me tells me that not even God can save me.

I stumble in a root and fell against some rocks. I touch my forehead to just confirm that is bleeding, but I’m not going to quit. I get up and try to run, but… a hand pushes me back, making me falling again.

“Princesa!”, he’s mocking me. Carlos Sousa dirty eyes are all over my body. This guy doesn’t even know who the hell I am. He isn’t even aware of the existence of werewolves. Only if I was one of them… I would rip his skin off. f*****g bastard.

I scream and try to get rid of his friends hands. And don’t who are those two guys, and, honestly, I couldn’t care less. I just know they’re dead men.

“Leave me alone, asshole! Let me go!”, I scream, struggling to get rid of their grip. Their hands are hurting my arms.

“Why, princesa? We’re just going to have some fun together…”, he says, his hands removing my shirt in just one move. I fell a deep pain in my heart, it stopped beating for a second. I can’t believe this. This is a nightmare!

“Mário is going to kill you… Let me go… Please…”, I warn him, but it sounds more like I’m begging. And I’m am.

I never let any man touch me. I wasn’t a werewolf, but I could feel everything like one. And I would definitely want to find my half and gave myself to him. Only him. Or her. Love has no gender to me. I just want to be touch by my half; human, werewolf, psychic or even a vampire! But my half.

Carlos laughs at me and, in seconds, I’m laying there with no clothes over my body. I started crying. I’m disgusted and afraid. I don’t want this. This could not be happening to me. God help me! I don’t want it to happen…

I don’t want o be r***d.

But… it happened, while I cried and screamed, and begged. By Carlos. And then, by his friends.

I’ve a family of werewolves, but the true monsters were those men. They’re not humans, they cannot be. I was broken. I was weak. I was dead inside.