Prince Kurat and Nari. Book 1, The Lycan Prince series

Nari I was seemingly dropped at this hell hole at birth. The dump for unwanted pups, or Mrs Lightly’s orphanage for the unfortunate. Totally f*****g unfortunate, with no heating or staff. Just Mrs Lightly and her two scumbag sons. The same Mrs Lightly that has been making my life hell for almost seventeen years. Turning a blind eye when her darling sons would be totally inappropriate towards the girls, or just outright abusive toward us all. She is a short dumpy woman in her late forties; she has horrible brown fuzzy hair and always smells of boiled fish and spinach. Not to mention her horrible brown stained teeth. The elder of the scumbag duo is Travis, he is in his mid-twenties, he thinks man vests are totally acceptable even with food stains going back years. His mullet hair style in the same colour of his mommy dearests crown of fizz and is ironically the same colour as the teeth that he has left. Travis has an unhealthy mummy’s boy complex, and an IQ of pond scum. His ass is always on show, hanging out his jeans that fitted when he was at nursery school. Travis is more perverted in an openly learning kinda way. While the younger of the Lightly boys, Conrad, has a darker aura and an evil side that is not to be ignored. Having just turned twenty Conrad openly hates most people, especially his mother. Unlike his elder brother, Travis, he prefers to openly cause fear especially to anyone smaller than him. Conrad’s hair is more dirty blonde, it falls over his face giving him a more sinister look. He gives off the feeling that you might find him in the corner torturing animals, something I’m sure the pups wished to do but no, Conrad's favourite thing to torture is anyone weaker and smaller. The only thing the three have in common is their almost black beady eyes. Mrs Lightly always said the reason I never got adopted was due to my bad attitude and, in her words, I look weird. I was born with white hair and different coloured eyes. Seemingly my mother was human, in the eyes of most in this s**t hole of a pack, humans are the lowest of the low. I can't wait to turn eighteen and get my wolf. I know she's there; I can feel her; I turn seventeen in two weeks. Not that we celebrate birthdays in this place, well unless it's me or Jannie the cook that bakes a cake for the younger ones. There are twenty-five kids here, I am the eldest and have been here the longest. That's all I know but I can't wait to leave and explore some of the world. I am currently standing with one of the other unfortunate cases in here, Psalm, a six-year-old, little girl who was recently dumped here after a rogue attack killed her parents. She's a little shy thing with huge blue eyes. I hate how they are just dumped, and no one helps to settle them in. I always try to help make them comfortable and reassured. Reassuring them is basically telling them lies, let's face it everything is not going to be ok, and no one really cares. I am the unpaid staff who cares, well as much as I can. Conrad likes to make my life hell and if I mention it to the Ma’am, as she liked to be called, I would have been the one to start it. I have always said when I get the chance they will all pay for every punch, kick, spit and everything else they have done to me. Travis never lifts a hand to us, unlike his mother and brother. No Travis likes to look at you, especially in the shower room or your private space. I once woke up to find him sitting on the end of my bed. After that I always move my chest of drawers in front of my door. For the past three weeks I have had Psalm in with me, she is like my shadow. I often wonder how the Ma’am gets away with it , the Alpha visits once a year more out of duty than concern. If I am honest this pack is a joke, the few times I have been to the market for Jennie I have overheard the people talking about things. From what I have heard the pack is not happy, the Alpha and Luna live in luxury while people are struggling. It really doesn't surprise me though, who would let children live like this? I have been whipped more times than I care to remember. Sometimes it was just, sometimes it was to stop one of the younger ones getting it, I would take the blame. At this point it really doesn't bother me. I just zone out and plot my revenge, ways to torture and kill the three of them. I often worry that when I do finally leave who will take care of the little ones? Jennie tries her best but she's getting old, she's been here longer than I have! I often wish I could take all the others with me, but I know I can't. I try to make myself feel better by telling myself surely if I get rid of the three scum they will need new people to run the orphanage. The first time I can remember being punished, I was about Psalm’s age, we had not been fed for two days. The Ma’am had been on one of her binge drinking episodes with some dirty old wolf. I stole a bread roll from the kitchen. She caught me and took a leather belt to my hands. Back then there were a few older ones who, like me now, took care of the younger ones. At some point I will need to look after myself. I have taken so many beatings and punishments to save others. I know with every passing day my temper and hate for these people and this pack grows and will eventually be my downfall. I have no regard for authority or the feeling of needing to submit, even to the Alpha or Luna and definitely not the three scumbags who have been making my life hell since day one. I have never really cared what people think of me or how the hierarchy works, I know I should. As wolves we live in packs and there is always a chain of command. On the few occasions I attempted to run away I would be dragged in front of the Alpha and get the talk. I have been beaten within an inch of my life for blatant disrespect as I roll my eyes at him and refuse to bow. At this point I have no idea why, but I just refuse to. The day of that beating I had to be taken to the infirmary as I had lost so much blood. When I woke up, I was surprised to find myself there. The doctor who looked after me for the first few days kept asking how I got the scars and lashes on my back. I knew even if I told him he wouldn't believe me, so I just stayed quiet. On the third day the Ma’am came to take me back. She was not happy I had been away so long as it meant she had to care for the others. The distaste the doctor showed for her made me laugh, she really thought she was better than everyone else. He had tried to stop her from taking me back, saying I was not ready to be discharged. Of course, she took me whether he liked it or not. After that attempt I decided to give up my escape plans and do my time. That's how I am still here, still taking care of the pups. But the time is ticking now, not long now until my birthday then I will be on my way. Or so I thought.