The Abused Female Alpha

Chapter 3

'Camilla, you can't mean that.' I could hear the pain in his voice, even through our link.

'Yes, I do.' I growled out. 'I don't care what you want, but I know what mom would have wanted. She wouldn't want me to suffer the rest of my life. How could I ever be a luna to a pack that doesn't care about what happens to me? How could I swear to protect them, when none of them lifted a finger to protect me from you?' I asked, rage still boiling my blood. 'This pack is just as rancid as it's alpha, and I'll have no part of it.'

Without another word, I dashed past him, and quickly made my way into the forest. I'd ran here many, many times, but never like this. I felt so, free, unhindered by everyone and everything, nothing mattered to me anymore. I knew I couldn't go back, I had no home now and that should have bothered me, but I really couldn't care less, I was free. Free from that place, free from my father, free of the burden of my mother's death, and the stares of my so called pack. My claws dug into the soft earth beneath them, as I ran, wind whistling through my fur, energy pulsing through my veins, all my senses, so much sharper than ever before. I knew I was running incredibly fast with how the wind flowed through my fur, but the world around me appeared to be in slow motion. I could count every single blade of grass as I passed, every leaf on every tree. I could hear all the creatures of the woods, from the grazing deer, to the rabbit expanding is burrow, even the wind fluttering through the wings on the birds above. I smelled the sweet scent of water off in the distance, that made me want for another hobby of mine, swimming. It'd been such a long time since I'd gone, I'd almost forgotten what it felt like. I turned, and darted towards the smell of the water, my paws carrying me at breakneck speed. I ducked under low hanging branches, dodged bushes and trees, until finally, I'd found it. I stood entranced for a moment, it was such a magnificent sight, crystal clear water flowing over the hillside, into a giant pond. I walked slowly upon it, before gazing into the water below, my toes hanging over the earthen edge, claws dipping into the water ever so slightly. I took in my reflection, the first time I gazed upon my wolf form, she was so beautiful. My eyes were a bit different than my mother's, they looked almost like perfect sapphires, rather than frosted ones, and on the outside edges of my eyes, the fur was a few shades lighter, in the shape of two crescent moons. I closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath, before releasing it, focusing on my human half, it was time to turn back, for now. This shift was almost instant, painless, after our first the rest are incredibly easy because our bodies have already adapted to the change that comes with shifting. It's a little known secret, but us wolves can adapt to live basically anywhere, there are even a few packs out in the frozen tundra, but I'm glad I'm not there. No, I've always preferred warm climates, and where better for that than Florida, am I right? I stuck my feet in the water slowly, testing it's temperature, before lowering myself in, a humm of content escaping, as a smile slipped onto my face. "This brings back memories." I said to no one in particular, reliving the times my mother had taken me swimming. I no longer felt sad thinking about her, but rather happy. I had a wonderful, sweet, courageous mother, and I no longer blamed myself for her death. No, now, I didn't even blame my father, it was that wolf, the rogue, plain and simple. I couldn't have protected my mother, I couldn't shift back then because my body wouldn't have been able to handle shifting into such a large, powerful wolf, and that isn't my fault. My mother may have realized I was missing, and thought I was still in our territory, and my father let her find me because he thought we'd be safe, so it wasn't his fault either. The only person who had any say in the matter, was the rogue. He chose to attack me that night, he chose to kill my mother, and there's a possibility he's still alive out there. A snarl escaped me, even as I floated in the water, my anger causing me to tense, and sink. I quickly righted myself, taking a few breaths to calm my anger. I now had a new task, I would find the rogue responsible for her death, and tear him limb from limb. I would find anyone associated with him, and kill them, before they can do harm to anyone else. I would not let another child lose a mother, or a father to those monsters, they deserved to die, every last one of them. I scrubbed the blood and dirt off my skin, noticing my scars we're all still there. I knew wolves healing is far more advanced than that of a normal human, even so, I was glad the scars didn't fade, I wanted to keep them, they reminded me of my past. No matter how dark, how awful it was, it was my past, I lived through it, I survived, and no one could take that away from me. As I was cleaning myself, I heard a rustle in the bushes, just outside the clearing of the pond, the sound bringing back painful memories, as anger surged in my veins. That's when I smelled it, the pine scent of a wolf, it couldn't be mistaken. But this one was, different, it almost seemed familiar, it had a sweet undertone, but also a masculine musk, it was a tantalizing combination. I covered my breasts before shouting at them. "Hey, whoever's there, step out now!" I felt some of my wolf's energy come forth, my voice changing slightly, becoming more beastial, was that, an alpha command?

Slowly, a wolf stepped out, he was large, solid black, his head low and his eyes, closed?

My breath hitched in my throat as I took him in, I've seen this wolf before, but, where? That was when it clicked, this was him, the wolf I saw that night, the one who murdered my mother!