The lycan king's innocent mate

BIRDIE'S POV I should have died. Through the house's walls came the sound of loud roars and crashes as war waged outside. I huddled closer on myself, pressing my back as much as I could into the corner of my dark room. I clamped my hands tight over my ears to muffle the sounds as much as I can. "Wait here, and do not come out." Father's stern voice rang in my head. That was the last thing he said to me before he left to lead our armies. I can't forget the look of pure disappointment on his face as he said those words. Pest. A furniture is even more useful than you. Why are you my daughter? Why do you have Abdiel blood in your veins? You're nothing but a failure. The walls reverberated with a loud explosion. I gasped, squeezing my eyes shut and closed in on myself even more. War waged outside. And here I am, unable to do anything. If only I had not been so weak. If only I had been faster, stronger. If only I had been what the daughter of an alpha should be -- strong, bold, fast, powerful. If only I had a strong wolf! And if only... There was just an endless list of if onlys. How my life had been a joke and a misery due to my lack of value to the pack. So worthless that, on my father's orders, I was forced to sit in my room during a war while my father and my siblings -- Vance, and Josephine led the pack warriors on the front lines and their first daughter sat in her room, listening only to the sounds of battle. I exploded with pain as I kicked my bed's foot with such force that I let out a cry. Was it my fault that I was the weak first daughter of alpha Abdiel Rasmus, the alpha of the Snow Blood pack? Have I ever made the decision to be weak? My father and my family had high expectations, and I had always wanted to live up to them. I wanted to be the daughter that everyone wanted me to be. I wanted to be strong, capable of leading the pack into battle and emerging victorious. That was what I wanted! That was the kind of daughter I aspired to be! And certainly not a daughter who was pacing the house in frightful anticipation of what would happen in a war she had been excluded from. Nothing was mentioned to me by anyone. Who the pack went to war against, or why our pack went to war against whichever pack it was that they were up against. Not a single word was spoken to me. No one explained anything to me, they didn't consider me worthy of an explanation. My anxiety reached sky level. A thud against my door startled me. For a while, everything was quiet until I heard someone sliding against my room's door. I jumped to my feet and scanned my room for the nearest object I could use as a weapon of defense. Then I saw the wooden sword I had been training with. I picked it up, clutching it as hard as I could, as though my life depended on it. I walked a step at a time towards the door, tightening my grip on the wooden sword, when my door burst open to reveal a bloody body that was barely alive. He leaned against my doorframe, his head raised and his eyes met mine. . "Vance!" I shrieked, running to him. I tried to pull him into the room to close the door when he grabbed my hand. "Run." He whispered to me, barely audible. Blood on his hand soaked through mine, the copper stench making me feel sick. "Birdie run!" He said louder. "What?" I asked, shocked at how battered from head to toe he was. How could the first thing that he managed to say, after falling into my room covered in blood be "run?" Pulling him into the room and banging the door shut behind us. "You heard me Birdie." He repeated, his voice becoming weak. "I said run!" He raised his voice. "Where's father?! What happened out there?!" He stared at me, his eyes slowly losing light. I jumped to my feet and ran over to my cupboard. I threw it open, my hands hastily searching for my first aid box. I always kept one handy because of how easy it was for me.to get hurt. I grabbed the box and ran back to Vance. His blood was staring to soak my carpet, spreading out from under him. "Please." He begged. He grabbed my hand and held tight. "Please do this for me Birdie." He said coughing up blood. "It's not safe here anymore. I'm begging you." His eyes were full of what I could never place but sure that it was not the look of Vance. Fear. My brother was scared. "I have to help you," I whispered, my voice cracking. "It's the least I can do, please let me." He grabbed the roll of bandages from me and forced himself to sit up. "I can help myself." "Don't!" I said holding him down. His injuries were numerous. I spent time wondering how someone would hurt another person so badly. There was a dagger in his left shoulder and left thigh, that went so deep that only it's handle could be seen. He had wounds all over his body that made the tears flow even more. Vance was the last person I would want to lose. No matter what was going on, I wasn't going to run and leave him here. I couldn't lose him. "I'm not leaving you here!" I said to him, moving my hand to the dagger in his shoulder to pull out the dagger. "Leave it." He said and brushed my hand off. He grabbed it and pulled it out. I winced in pain, but he didn't show it. He grit his teeth hard and tossed the dagger to me. "Take that and run." I grabbed the dagger soaked with his blood. It felt heavy and cold in my hands. "But you..." "That is not what's important!" He yelled taking a hold of my hand. Then his eyes softened. "You have to leave." He said coughing up more blood. I looked at his wounds, they still bleed as if they were freshly inflicted. They were not healing. "Wolfsbane," I whispered, covering my mouth. Which pack would fight another pack using wolfsbane? That is was seen as unfair, that was unfair and the move of a coward, or a psychopath bent on eradicating us. "Birdie....now..." I rose to my feet. "I have to find father. And then I can..." I didn't get to finish my words. Next thing I knew, the door was split in half from the brutal force of someone kicking it from outside. Vance grabbed me and shielded me with his body. "f**k," He muttered under his breath. "Well well," A loud voice cackled from the door. "Look what we have here, boys!"