The Blessed Luna's Saviors

Chapter 1

~Reagan

It had been years since I had arrived at Janices pack and I could still remember the day I had arrived. I was smart even for a seven year old and I had understood why my parents needed to keep me safe. My Uncle Felix had always scared me the way he looked at me and even though I wasn't supposed to I had eavesdropped on his last conversation with my dad, and heard how he wanted me to breed. Despite being seven, I was far advanced in school and knew what that meant. My parents had taught me the importance of mates at a young age and I had seen how close my parents were together. So when my parents told me I had to go to my Aunts pack for safety I understood. I tried not to cry when I said goodbye to my parents, wanting them to see that I was strong.

The warrior who was tasked with taking me, seemed nice until we got off the pack lands. He then became a bit shifty and I didn't understand. I asked him if everything was ok, being a little bit scared, but he assured me everything would be ok. I trusted him, he was one of my daddies warriors and I thought he would never hurt me. That was until we arrived at the border of a pack, there was no guards but a woman standing there. I learned her name was Janice and I thought she would be nice, boy was I wrong. Janice's demeanor was anything but kind, and she roughly grabbed my arm. I noticed that there appeared to be on one around and even at my young age I knew that was strange, my pack's borders were always well protected, but here there was no one. The second the warrior left, an envelope full of cash in his hand, Janice finally smiled, but it was anything but kind and for the first time in my young life I had felt true fear. Janice had led me down to the dungeons and placed me in a room with a thin mattress and a bucket in the corner. There was nothing else, there were some dimly light safety lights the shone in the small room, but it was hardly bright. Janice said nothing as she slammed the pure silver door behind her, leaving me at the age of seven, totally alone.

That was the first day I got my wolf. Most shifters got their wolves between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, but my wolf came to me on that day. Her name was Amethyst, and she explained to me that she was there to help protect me. I had been shocked and scared to hear her voice for the first time, but she promised me that she wanted to make sure I never felt alone. Even at a young age I was intelligent enough to know that what Janice was doing wasn't to protect me, but for something much more sinister.

Since that day, I had lived with constant abuse, for the first few months I was there, Janice would bring me food, usually only once a day, and it was often scraps from what the pack ate, but after a while she had decided to give me a personal guard. She didn't want Wilfred to become suspicious of why she was always in the dungeons. Despite the door being made of pure silver, with Amethysts help I was able to hear everything that went on outside of my prison. The small skylight also allowed for sounds to travel from outside.

The first day I had a personal guard I was scared, I was certain he was going to beat me, something Janice had taken a liking to doing. Every time she'd bring me food, she'd hit me, landing a few good hits, taking her anger out on me. I had no idea what I had done to deserve such treatment, but I had become used to it. The guard, who's name was Eric, never hit me and I could see the pity in his eyes whenever he looked at me, but it was quickly replaced by hardness. While he never laid a hand on me, he wasn't kind to me, sometimes throwing my food on the floor, or spitting in it before handing it to me. He'd then laugh as I was forced to eat it, because I knew if I didn't I wouldn't get food for days on end, something I learned rather quickly.

I spent most of the time completely ignored and those were the times I liked the best, Amethyst would talk to me to keep me sane, but the loneliness set in rather quickly. As I got older the worse my treatment got, Janice would come down to use me as a punching bag whenever she was in a bad mood, and she'd often bring her daughter down to help with the torture. My fourteenth birthday was the worst, that was the day that Janice and her daughter Ashley forced me to wear a blindfold. They had told me my eyes were hideous and scared everyone who saw them. That was the day they moved to me to a different cell in the dungeon. This cell had bars and was attached to a round cell in the middle of the dungeon. I knew this was the torture cell, the place they took rogues they wanted to make an example of. I was forced to wear my blindfold at all times, not being allowed to take it off or I would be severely beat. The only good part of this cell was I could hear the guards talking easier, this is where I learned that Wilfred had died. Janice had told Eric that now that Wilfred was gone, I could be used as an example, as she no longer had to hide me. She told the other guards a sob story about how I had attacked Ashley and I was being punished for attacking the future Luna, or in her case Alpha. No one seemed to question this, despite the fact that even though I couldn't see myself, I was clearly malnourished and much smaller than Ashley. From the beatings she provided she was taller, and stronger than I was, plus she was older.

My life some how became worse then when I was locked in the cell with the door. The darkness that the blindfold gave me taught me to use my senses more, my hearing and smell were stronger but Amethyst and I were becoming weaker. No one knew I had my wolf as I was constantly taunted by Ashley and Janice for being wolfless. Eric also began to take part in my torment especially when Ashley started spreading her legs for the warrior. I was often taken to the middle cell, and hung from the ceiling, whipped and beaten until near death as an example to other prisoners what would happen to them if they didn't provide answers. This was my life and I didn't know how much longer I could take it.