Fated to the Blood Moon Pack

Chapter three

Days turned into weeks, and my life in the Blood Moon pack settled into a bleak routine. I was treated as nothing more than a slave, forced to do menial tasks and endure the constant abuse of my captors.

But one day, something unexpected happened. I was out in the forest, gathering firewood, when I stumbled upon a young werewolf. He was sitting by a stream, staring off into the distance.

I froze, unsure of what to do. But the werewolf didn’t seem to notice me. He just sat there, lost in his own thoughts.

After a moment, I tentatively stepped forward. “Hello,” I said softly.

The werewolf looked up, surprised to see me. For a moment, we just stared at each other in silence. Then he stood up and walked over to me.

“Hi,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’m Ethan. You must be new here.”

I nodded, unsure of what to say. This was the first time anyone had spoken to me with kindness since I had been captured.

“I’m Alice,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ethan smiled warmly. “It’s nice to meet you, Alice. Are you okay? You look like you’ve been through a lot.”

I hesitated, not wanting to reveal too much. But something about Ethan’s kind demeanor put me at ease. So, I told him everything – how I had been captured, tortured, and enslaved.

Ethan listened intently, his expression growing more and more serious. When I finished, he placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“I’m sorry you’ve had to go through all that,” he said softly. “But know that not all werewolves are like that. Some of us still hold onto our humanity.”

I looked up at him, hope blossoming in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way out of this nightmare.

“Thank you,” I said, my voice trembling. “Thank you for being kind to me.”

Ethan smiled again, a warm and genuine expression that made my heart skip a beat.

“Anytime, Alice. Just know that you’re not alone in this.”

From that moment on, Ethan and I became unlikely allies. Whenever he had the chance, he would seek me out and offer me small acts of kindness – a kind word, a gentle touch, a piece of bread.

It wasn’t much, but it gave me a glimmer of hope in the darkness of my captivity. And it was something to hold onto, something to remind me that not all werewolves were monsters.

But despite Ethan’s kindness, I never forgot that I was still a prisoner. And as much as I wanted to escape, every attempt ended in failure.

One day, I decided to try again. I waited until the moon was high in the sky, then snuck out of my small shack and began to run.

I didn’t know where I was going, but I didn’t care. All I knew was that I needed to get as far away from the Blood Moon pack as possible.

I ran for what felt like hours, my heart pounding in my chest. But just as I was starting to feel hopeful that I had escaped, I heard the sound of someone chasing me.

I turned around and saw two werewolves running towards me, their eyes glowing in the moonlight. I tried to run faster, but I knew it was no use.

They caught up to me quickly and tackled me to the ground. I struggled and fought, but it was no use. They were too strong.

When they finally let me go, I was bruised and battered, my clothes torn and my body aching.

But the worst was yet to come. Gabriel, the cruel alpha of the Blood Moon pack, arrived on the scene.

“You think you can just run away from us, little human?” he snarled, his eyes burning with anger.

I trembled, realizing the gravity of my mistake. “Please, let me go,” I begged.

But Gabriel only laughed, a cruel sound that made my blood run cold.

“You’re not going anywhere, little slave,” he spat. “You belong to us now.”

As the crowd dispersed, I was left alone with my thoughts. My body throbbed with pain, but my mind was racing with ideas. I had to find a way out of this place before Gabriel broke me completely.

I started to plan, searching for any weak points in the pack’s defenses. I scouted out the area, noting the location of every guard and every barrier. I observed the habits of my captors, trying to predict their movements and anticipate their reactions.

Days turned into weeks, and I continued to bide my time. I endured the daily beatings and humiliations, all the while keeping my eyes and ears open for any opportunity to escape.

One day, I overheard a conversation between two of Gabriel’s lieutenants. They were discussing a shipment of goods that was due to arrive at the pack’s compound that night. Apparently, it was a large shipment of weapons and supplies, and Gabriel was planning to use them to expand his territory.

This was my chance. I waited until dark, then snuck out of my cell and made my way to the compound. I managed to avoid the guards, using my knowledge of their routines to slip past them unnoticed.

I found the shipment of weapons, just as the lieutenants had described. It was a massive haul, enough to arm a small army. I couldn’t let Gabriel get his hands on them.

I quickly set to work sabotaging the shipment, using a knife to puncture the barrels of gunpowder and destroy the crates of ammunition. It was dangerous work, but I was determined to see it through.

Just as I was finishing up, I heard footsteps approaching. I panicked, realizing that I had been too slow. Gabriel and his men had caught me in the act.

I tried to run, but I was too slow. They caught me and dragged me back to the compound, where Gabriel was waiting for me. He was livid, his eyes flashing with rage.

“You stupid girl,” he snarled. “Did you really think you could get away with this?”

I didn’t answer. I knew that I was in deep trouble.

Gabriel motioned to his men, and they dragged me away to a new cell. This one was even smaller and darker than the last, and I knew that I was in for a long and painful stay.

Days passed, and my hope began to dwindle. I was kept in my cell for what felt like an eternity, left alone with my thoughts and the constant ache in my body.

One day, Gabriel arrived at my cell with a group of his men. They looked eager and excited, as if they were about to enjoy a great feast.

Gabriel strode towards me, a wicked smile on his face. “I have a special treat for you today, my dear,” he said, his voice dripping with malice. “We’re going to have some fun.”

I tried to back away, but there was nowhere to go. The men closed in around me, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Gabriel raised his hand, and one of his men handed him a whip. He cracked it against the wall, the sound echoing through the cell.

“Let’s see how much pain you can take, shall we?” he said, grinning.

The first lash landed across my back, and I cried out in agony. But it was only the beginning. Blow after blow rained down on me, each one harder than the last. I lost track of time as the pain consumed me, my mind going numb with the intensity of it all.

At some point, I must have passed out, because the next thing I knew, I was lying on the cold stone floor of my cell, my body battered and broken.