Readers be warn; this story is different from all the rejected mate stories. The girl does not run and find a new pack and get stronger in one year. This is completely different! So sorry if it's out of the norm! I edited this chapter so tell me if you see any mistakes.
I stared at them as they watched me squirm and fidget on the floor. They didn’t say anything; they only watched me. I couldn’t take it anymore, so I closed my eyes, but soon snapped them open from the fear of what might happen if my eyes were closed. As tears clouded my eyes, my vision became blurry; I looked up with my blurry vision and did a double take.
Shadows danced around the three of them, but I couldn’t see its faces. The shadows were radiating so much malice, I started to choke. I felt like someone, or something was depriving my lungs of air. I could hear my wolf gasping too. I felt heat crept up into my throat as I struggled to breath. My breathing began labeled and heavy; I squinted at the shadows, and the more I stared, the more they began to grow larger.
“What’s happening?” I cried to my wolf.
“I don’t know they never grew to this magnitude before,” She replied, sounding frightened from the unexplainable realness of the shadows.
A sharp pain stings my face. I looked up. ‘The Father’ was looking downed on me with rage. He seemed to be screaming something at me, but I couldn’t hear. . I was too distracted with the shadows that kept getting bigger as if something was feeding them, like putting gasoline on fire
It felt like my head was underwater; sounds became jumbled together. My heart was not helping from how hard it was pounding. I felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest and run far away. My wolf too was shaking; I could hear her shallow breathing inside off me. I just wanted it to end. I felt another slap to my ears, but my eyes were still focused on the growing malice to register who landed the hit. I could feel my lungs collapsing as they struggling for air.
Black dots started to appear behind my eyes as more blows left nasty bruises across my already broken body. I was only too excited to welcome the darkness, if only to get away from the shadows as everything went silent, and then I passed out.
Standing in the kitchen by the garbage can, I looked down at a half-eaten apple. It wouldn’t hurt to take it, right? Father said I must not touch anything because nothing belonged to me, but I’m so hungry, and the apple looked like nobody wanted it. It was in the garbage, so it meant I could take it, right?
My small brain debated whether it was a good idea. I didn’t want Father to be angry with me; I always seem to make him mad. Maybe if I don’t take the apple then he would allow me to go outside and see the light I always saw through the kitchen window. I was about to walk away and go back to my tiny room father gave me when my stomach growled. I hesitated and then walked back to the garbage can.
Yanking out the half-eaten apple, I bit into the skin. It was so good; I started to devour it greedily, hoping I would finish it before father found me. He always seemed to know when I was doing something he didn’t like. I jumped in fright when I heard the kitchen door opened. I froze and looked to the door; it was father.
He looked at me, and his nose went up like he smelled something stinky. I was so scared! I was beyond terrified! I started to cry. I mad Father angry, I am a bad girl. I looked down so he wouldn’t see me cry; he hates my tears. He said it was crocodile tears, although I don’t know what that means.
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Nothing to Gain (Watty Awards 2013)Werewolf
Primula is tormented by her family and pack members every day. From the day she was born they beat and tortured her for something she could not control. The Only thing Primula has ever known was brutality. When she met her mate, he shattered her dre...