Chapter 1.
Someone kicked me when I woke up with a shock and intense abdominal ache. Tears welled up in my eyes and I cuddled up in my frayed blanket. I was sleeping on the ground in the forest that encircled the White Fur pack, in a makeshift house.
"Bitchch, wake up!" A hoarse voice boomed.
My stepmother, Joyce, was my father's partner.
"Dumbwit, no one in the world has all the time for you!" she scoffed. I whimpered in anguish as she kicked me on my chest once again. "We are heading out. The hounds of the White Fur packs have smelled us."
Every pack detested rogues, and the moment we were discovered, we were eliminated. Furthermore, the White Fur Pack had a reputation for finding and eliminating outlaws.
Chanbee Ken is my name. My age is nineteen. Along with a few other rogues that lusted after me as if I were the w***e of the rogue pack, my father and stepmother are vagrants and we live as vagrants. It surprised me that I had managed to remain virgin until now.
Joyce grunted and cursed a little more at me before running off.
"Why do not we murder her?" Zyn, my wolf, complained.
"Through sobs, I responded, if we kill her, my father would kill me right away." My wolf was weaker than she ought to have been.
Her years of maltreatment and starvation had worn her down.
"We are going to flee, Chanbee," she snarled. "They are going to make you and me even weaker at this rate." Your father gave you a back cane only yesterday. Just how much is too much?
I stood up, dabbing at my tears and trying to ignore the agony shooting all the way down to my bones. I knew that in a short while my wounds would become black or blue. Eventually, they would recover, but very slowly, leaving scars.
I tucked my sandy brown hair into an untidy knot and wept over my unlucky circumstance as I folded my blanket. If only my mum could be here.
The stories I was told said that my father, Alex, was seduced by my mother, Fiona. She got pregnant, but she passed away inexplicably soon after I was born. And my father brought Joyce, his partner, a month later. I do not know why, but when I turned five years old, Joyce gave me away to Macy, my mother's sister from the White Fang pack.
I have experienced a decline in my life ever then. Joyce and Alex detested me. Every chance he got, my father would beat me and punish me, and those chances never ended. Even with all the rogues around him, he insisted that I perform menial tasks.
My stepsister Ester yelled, "You are still crying, asshole!" "I hope today ends badly for you! Why are you travelling with us? She swore, "You are such baggage!"
With a sob, I picked up my small bag containing a pair of pants, jeans, a blanket and a tattered blouse. Shaking from the night's chill, I hurried outside while wearing only shorts and a tank top.
My father was in his wolf form, shifting already. After giving me a vicious glare, he bolted from the cave where we were sheltering. My mum trailed behind him. Before long, all of us had switched and were racing through the forest, attempting to get away from the White Fur Alpha's fighters.
But we had not gone more than a few hundred metres when we heard growls and snarls from behind. A lot of footsteps pursued us.
My father's voice called out to us, "Run fast!" I forced myself to move quickly despite my discomfort, but a few minutes later, we could hear the howling becoming closer. It implied that we would not survive this time. I sprinted as fast as I could, but I was slower than other rogues, so I ran hard knowing full well that if I stopped, I would die. The agony pierced my back, stomach, and chest like sharp ice.
I pained with every breath I took. After Joyce kicked me, I wonder whether one or two of my ribs shattered.
"See, I warned you," Zyn complained. "He is attempting to murder us." Give them up.
"Zyn, what do I do? "Where will I go if I leave this pack?" I asked her. You are aware that lone wolves are quickly pursued and killed?
"You should leave your father now. I will guide you to your mother's pack if you turn right. In a panicked tone, Zyn said, "I am sure they will take you in." I was aware of her desire to
I was not sure if my mother's pack would ever take me in, but they were protecting me. They had betrayed an innocent five-year-old.
"No, we continue with my father." Zyn muttered as I gave instructions.
However, that day my stars were all wrong. All of a sudden, someone bit my leg, and then they attacked my back. I crashed onto my tummy on the ground, howling in pain. I turned to see Joyce scowling at me and Ester's blood-stained teeth.
I heard my father's voice, enraged. Girls, come back.
Give her the death penalty!
