Malia Pierce at the age of nineteen was alone, constantly moving in fear she would be hunted down and found by her tormentors. She is the Alpha's daughter of the Phobos pack, where father, and his whole pack despised her just for her existence. He b...
Warning! Extreme abuse and torture! The next chapter will be free of it so you may skip this and read that if you please. A warning will be put where the abuse begins for those who want to read the beginning of this. The beginning of this had no abuse.
This chapter is also 2,173 words long, the longest chapter I had ever written!
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I remembered the day that my life changed forever . The day when I came to the conclusion that my father was not a man, he was a monster. Though, our rare species of genetically advanced wolves that were also part man were a form of a monster, my father had lost his human side, it had never existed in the first place.
Trial and error had become my best friend because no one would help me. I had to try and try again until I finally succeeded because either they hated me or they were to scared of my father to offer me any type of assistance. I learned the rules of survival. The rules my father put into place during his reign of dictatorship.
This winter was harsh, the worst we had seen in years. Finding food had been a hassle for me before, being loud and clumsy in my earlier stages of adolescence had scared all the prey away. So, following the rules of nature, I had to adapt, had to change.
I learned the art of trapping and snaring. Human men who claimed they were hunting had often crossed our border, following the prey and showing me their ways without knowing. Most had used rifles or modified traps that you had to buy from stores, but others used the land. They used bent sticks, string and bait to reel them in and snag them into an unnoticed trap. They used leaves to conceal the traps and they rolled or around in dirt to mask their scents.
It took weeks for me to figure out how to make a proper trap. The set up had to be perfect and setting it up was harder than it looked. I climbed trees and hid in the brush to get a closer look at their handiwork and it helped me for the most part.
I had to live of scraps until I learned the human ways. Digging through trash of others in the pack has been my best option but most days, they didn't put their trash out or, they were running low on food. They had to provide for themselves, just as I. My father had long abandoned his role of leader and protector over us, letting us loose and turning us over to the will of the Moon Goddess.
Those days, I had to walk in snow with nothing to shield myself from the bitter cold. I had out grown my shoes and most of my clothing, never had been provided with a jacket. The best I had was to wear a pair of leggings under a pair of jeans with multiples of heavy socks and shirts. That day, the worst had come. That day was when the Moon Goddess had given up on me, told me my times on this Earth was done.
Checking my snares had been a routine, the only stable thing I had to hang onto at the moment. I enjoyed it for the most part, being able to get out of the house and sometimes even being lucky enough to return with food. That day, I had been blessed with a plump, white hare. I had complete my overlooked it when I glanced over the snare, through I had came up empty again. When I walked close enough, it scrambled up and tried to get away, but it foot had been securely entangled in the string.
