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...
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"We have to get going soon." Rebecca said, holding out a hand to help me up. "They will come looking for your body." I took her hand and she pulled me up but my legs were to tired to hold my weight and buckles beneath me. Sliding her arm across my shoulders, she helped hold my weight.
"Why are you helping me?" I grunted with effort as we began moving. "I thought you hated me."
"I did." She admitted solemnly. "Though it was for all the wrong reasons."
"How did you even find me? We are far outside the pack borders."
"I knew the plan. I knew where they were going to be." Shoving her away, I fell forwards and landed on my hands and knees. Flipping around, I kept my eyes on her as I scooted always from her.
"You are working with them." I cried and quickened my sloppy movements. "You've caused all of this! You're a traitor!"
"Would you keep your voice down? They will hear you. I'll explain everything if you just let me but you need to stop." She held her hand out again but I growled at it.
"Look, I understand you're angry and you can beat me if we were to get into a fight. But, right now, you are weak and I could have easily have killed you already. Hell, I could have just let you drown but I didn't. Now, let me just help you get back to Orion and I'll explain everything on the way." She nodded to her outstretched hand and I regretfully took it. Getting into the same position as before, we continued our trek back down the mountain.
"I'm not sure if Orion had told you this or not but I am half human."
"He's had mentioned it to me once." She nodded her head.
"My mother was a werewolf but she was a rogue. I'm not sure why but I was told that she was. Most thought it was because she enjoyed freedom and not having to abide to others' rules. She was what you would call a hooker or a call girl or sorts." I stayed silent, not sure how to respond.
"Your uncle used my mother's services as did other men,. It was how she made a living. Though, she was completely infatuated with your uncle, maybe even loved him." I shivered at the thought.
"A few months after meeting him, she fell pregnant with me. She was ecstatic and thought that she was carrying his baby and that he might establish a relationship with her. Yet, when she told him that she was carrying his child, he didn't care." She was careful in the way she navigated us down the steep inclines. She made she she had the proper footing to ensure that we didn't fall.
"She was devastated when I was born with bright blonde hair and blues eyes, features that nether her or him had. Shamefully, she turned to my father, a human drug dealer who didn't want me either. She told him what she and I were and he called her a mental freak and told her to get the hell away. Heartbroken, she left on on your uncle's porch and swallowed wolfsbane."
