The Abused Female Alpha

    "Dammit Camilla, get down here now!" I heard my father yell from downstairs, he sounded even angrier than normal, and I'd be inclined to believe it, if that were possible.     I grabbed my book bag before running out of my room and darting down the stairs, glad I'd already gotten ready for school, the longer I took, the angrier he'd be when I got there. I slid when I took the turn in the middle of the staircase, my shoulder ramming into the wall, it hurt, but not nearly as bad as what he'd do if I kept him waiting much longer, so I just ignored it, and kept running, nearly falling down the stairs. "Yes, alpha?" I asked. He hated me calling him anything other than alpha, especially dad, or father.     "What the Hell is this?" He asked, pointing at the table, more specifically, the pancakes on the table.     I didn't see anything wrong with them, I'd fixed them just before he got out of bed, just like he liked. "P-pancakes." I stuttered, I hated stuttering, it made me feel weak, vulnerable. Well, I guess I wasn't wrong to feel that way, I mean, I was the alphas daughter, but I couldn't even shift I was so weak, I was a disgrace to the Blood Moon pack.     "Cold pancakes!" He yelled, before throwing the plate against the wall, syrup, pancakes, and broken glass flying everywhere, a large stain now on the wall.     I couldn't help but flinch at the sound, loud, sharp sounds always got to me, and he knew it.     "Look at you, you're so weak, pathetic, you're nothing but a disgrace!" He growled out, before backhanding me across the face. His knuckles connected harshly with my cheek bone, the whole side of my face stinging. "You're the daughter of an alpha, but you can't even shift, you're worse than worthless. You're the reason your mother is dead."     I felt a vice tighten around my heart, he knew I hated when he brought her up, especially her death. I couldn't say anything though, after all, he wasn't wrong, I still remember it like it was yesterday. I was only eight years old the day she died, at the age which most wolves shift for the first time. I was so sure that night would be my night, the night I finally met her, the night I would take my wolf form, for the very first time. I snuck out of my bedroom, and into the forest, my sanctuary, the forest was where I always went. When I was happy, I'd run, if I was sad, I'd find a place to sit, and calm my mind, just listening to the sounds of the woods. This night, I was running, I still remembered the feeling of the soft, damp earth beneath my bare feet, the cool breeze flowing through my soft blonde hair. I wasn't sure how far I'd ran, but as it turns out, I'd ran past our border, onto rogue territory before I'd gotten tired, and fell back into the grass, a smile on my face, I was so happy back then. A few minutes passed before I heard a noise, the rustling of a bush. Being the naive child I was, I decided to investigate, edging closer to the noise. Slowly, a creature stepped out of the shadows, I know it was a wolf, but this one, this thing, it was grotesque, terrifying. It's fur was as black as oil, eyes blood red, almost appearing to glow in the pale moonlight. I tried to scream, run, move, but nothing happened, I stood frozen as he glared down at me. Those eyes, they would forever be burned into my memory, they didn't look at me as a wolf, or even a person, they looked at me the way one of my kind would look at a deer or a rabbit, that night, I was the prey. I stumbled back, falling onto my butt, as tears fell from my eyes, I tried to scream but I could barely breathe, my lips separated, but no sound escaped. I remember the feeling of his breath on my face, the stench of death escaping between gleaming white fangs. Suddenly, something slammed into him, throwing him off me, my mother. She was the most gorgeous wolf I'd ever seen. Her frosted sapphire eyes practically aglow, her fur a radiant silver, she truly looked the part of what many cultures call my people. 'Children of the moon.' That was what she was, elegant, beautiful, and everywhere she went her warm glow followed. She could calm anyone's anger, ease anyone's sorrow, and, on top of all that, she was a fierce protector. I knew in my current state I was of no use to her, even worse, if I were to get caught it'd only hinder her, so, I ran. I ran and ran, as fast as my feet could carry me, begging, pleading for my wolf to appear, but all I got was silence. Finally I reached the pack, I let everyone know what'd happened, I told them I'd been attacked, that my mother was fighting a monster, that she needed help, it was all I could do to save her. Still, it didn't help, she died that night, protecting me. The rogue who killed her was never found, even though she'd done quite a number on him, given the amount of blood he left behind. I vowed that if I did change one day, if my wolf ever decided to appear, if I gained the courage to face a beast like him, I would kill him. I wanted to tear him apart, just like he did my mother, just like he did my family.     "Get out of my sight, before I give you a reason to look so damned pitiful." My father demanded, his voice practically a growl, as he glared down at me with disgust.