horrifying scene
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I could hear the deafening sound of uproar screams of excruciating pain.
my heart bled in so much pain when I noticed my mother was on the bare ground, she was in the pool of blood, while other wolves, like the children and omegas, were scurrying their feet in different directions, looking for a place to serve as sought of security.
"Mum" I cried before I rushed towards my mother and had her in a very firm grip, I felt so much pain, at the slight thought of what was about to happen to the pack I love and care so much for.
I took a deep breath, my father scurried towards Mum before he had her in a firm repulsive grip, he cried in pain, feeling the hurt that came with the thought of what my mother was experiencing at the moment.
I can't get the hang of myself, my father was oblivious to his surroundings, while the armoured men came trooping in an unending number, they continued creating more havoc, and more growls and howls could be heard.
my father wrapped his strong hands around Mum without a care for his surroundings, I couldn't comprehend what was happening, not until a man came walking towards my father, with a sharp piercing sword, aiming it at my father.
"nooo...." I screamed at the top of my voice, and before I could reach his destination, the man lunched the sword at my father, piercing the sword to his beating chest, he coughed out blood, and I felt so much rage.
before I was weak with what had happened to me, but seeing the death of my father right before my eyes, was something I hate to witness.
I rushed towards my father and I started fighting the heavily built man, I tried as much to overpower him, but there was that insane strength that the man possessed that I couldn't overpower, no matter how I tried.
the raw urge to eventually transform into all furs and fours was lurking within me
"let me out" my wolf growled, it's clear enough that my wolf was as angry as I was, I tried as much as I could to keep calm and focus on my wolf, but I was raging in anger, that I was finding so hard to keep calm, even though I wanted. I wilt my strength towards the anger I was experiencing, but it only added to my lack of focus.
I let out a howl, a very loud howl of frustration, only to hear the resounding voice of my father, while my mind linked to his in response,
" no don't Matilda, we have lost the battle and I don't want to lose you as well" The voice of my father sounded sad, I couldn't further fathom why he was stopping me from achieving my aim.
I turned to look at him before he landed on the dead body of my mum, he stretched his hand midair before he whispered.
"I love you Matilda always remember that, " he said before he succumbed to the enveloping darkness.
"nooo...." I screamed at the top of my voice, my voice etched with so much pain.
I went closer to my father, what's the use of trying or even attempting to fight for survival, when I know I'm going to die anyway?
I waited to be killed or be slaughtered like my parents who were not lying lifeless in the pool of blood, only to feel my head being abruptly knocked out lifeless on the ground.
I groaned in both pain and agony, before I blacked out, welcoming the darkness that enveloped my entire being.
"don't give up, I know you can bring back the lost pack" the voice of my father said, it brought that lingering feeling that I have tried to ignore.
I took a deep breath while attempting to get my bearings, my eyelids were extremely heavy, and my body felt so weak like I was beating a colony of men, I couldn't open my eyes, despite my several attempts to do so.
" you can do it, Matilda, I believe in you". the voice of my father, managed to calm my resolve before I managed to open my eyes, I muffled out a gentle groan, and my eyes felt oddly itchy, I attempted to bring my eyes closer to my face, while attempting to scratch my temple, only to feel strong metallic iron stopping my hand midair.
I finally managed to fully open my eyes, I was shocked when I noticed my hands were shackled, my skin burned at the slight felt of Silver on my skin and the lurking strong enough wolfsbane that managed to fill my nostrils.
I coughed when I inhaled the strong stench of wolfsbane in the air, the pain was more like a simple stink before it worsened and then radiated all over my body, making me groan in pain.
I won't cry, even though my eyes are glistening in tears, due to the excruciating pain, I won't give my captors the delight to see me in my most vulnerable state.
after countless seconds of trying to focus my wolf, I managed to recuperate my bearings before I channelled all my thoughts on how to be better.
I closed my eyes while looking at the silver shackle that was used to chain both my wrist and heels, I felt the burning pain, but I ignored it in other to concentrate on how to escape.
before I could think of doing anything, I then heard the sound of the door, being burst open, it was almost like, I was already escaping and my captors thought I was already fleeing.
after countless seconds of looking at their predatory look, I came to realize they looked inhumane, with their deadly red eyes, their evident furs sprung on their bodies, with the evidence of large animalistic toes, Their big hands balled in a fist, as one of them approached me.
he bored his red crimson eyes Into my chocolate brown eyes while inhaling my scent before he said, "Nice meal for the day".
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