The Dominant Heir

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Present

Camila

Every now and then, I can still hear my screams echoing against the cold, concrete floors and walls. How I knew it was pointless to scream and beg for mercy but I still did it anyway as if it was to give me the slightest of hope that I would make it out alive.

When I turned 17, I had learnt to come to terms with the fact that I was just a punching bag used to relieve stress; leaving me to hinder my sassy comments no matter how much they  wanted to be released. It would only leave more pain. 

They even fired all the omegas whom also cleaned and cooked just so I could take the burden of doing our shared chores, alone. I wasn't even an omega.

Since my father, who was a very well-renowned warrior, had died, I was left alone at the age of 7 - when it all started. I didn't know my mother, and frankly I didn't want to. If she had cared, she would've come and saved me from all this humiliation and torment.  My deceased father never brought her up, and if I did choose to, he would dodge my questions or ignore me, so in the end, I did eventually give up, it wasn't like the lady would magically appear in front of my door.

I never knew the reason why I became the laughing stock of the pack since my father had died. Always getting weird stares or mutters about how my father wasn't even a good warrior. Did their parents teach them manners or what? I'm right here. Say it to my face.

From what I knew, he was an amazing warrior, he taught me everything I knew, even at a young age. I had learnt all the basics when I was about 6. He said he didn't want to further my training because he thought it would 'damage my childhood years' but what he did say was to develop them to the best of my ability seeing as I was 'valuable'. Whatever that meant. I'm not even sure how he was a warrior at such an old age, must've been his early 40's, definitely had a good backbone. I probably would be lying 6 feet into the ground by 30 or even less. Okay maybe that was an exaggeration but you get the point. 

I wasn't the type to mingle around with other pack members, so my extroverted abilities weren't so great, I did assume though, that if I tried to make a friend, we were going to be a great pair/group. I mean.. who wouldn't love this. *mental hair flip*

Just stop. That's cringe.

Right forgot you were still there.

I swear I don't think I would need anyone else other than Artemis, even if she could be a bitch sometimes.

I heard that. But I'll ignore it and accept the compliment.

She was by far my best friend and the only source of motivation I had.

***

"Oh, don't you think this is a great place to take a dip?" A human? What are they doing out here?

"Yeah." A deep voice followed. Great there's two of them.

Still in my wolf form due to having no clothes to wear, I looked at them. They were swimming. How troublesome. It was in my lake too. No one knew of this place but me, and if any other rogue came to find out about it, they would personally be ripped apart by my hands. I found it to be honour.

Maybe I think too highly of myself but I can't help it.

Not my fault I'm great.

There I go again. I never expressed these feelings openly, it would be more of something that me and my immediate family (plus Artemis) would be revealed to. Sort of like an inside joke.

I heard splashing in the waters and laughter before me. An unintentional growl left my throat. Artemis was a very territorial wolf. And I meant that. She hated the things she claimed to be touched.

Before I knew it, my wolf had taken control and leapt forth and dragged them out to soon rip off their heads. Gruesome, I know. But it was bound to happen soon enough, I just happen to be sooner than the others. In fact, I made their death a quick one, who knows what anyone else would have done. Pretty much everyone that lived or hunted in these woods, was feral, and yet somehow I had just managed to maintain my sanity, even after approximately a year. However, I knew deep down, that untamed sense was pushing itself to be let out freely. Not now, I wasn't going to let it out. It's too soon. 

Then, I realised, I was covered in blood again. "Great." I muttered. This never gets old. 

*** 

After cleansing myself, I got out to see the humans' had left their untouched clothes by the edge of the lake. I can use them later.

I'm hungry, let's hunt.

I agreed. We hadn't eaten in a while and I was craving meat. And after I ate, I would sleep. Sleep was my comfort-zone, I could sleep anywhere peacefully. It was something I could do after my mind wandered aimlessly and pondered over things I didn't need to. I would straight up marry my pillow (if I had one). 

***

We were sauntering casually down the forest. I saw a deer munching on some nearby plants. Yippee! I'm actually going to have dinner today.

I was stealthily approaching my prey when I stepped on a twig by accident. The deer's head shot up and looked for the source of sound, me. Once it noticed me, it instantly started running away. No; I'm not going without food today. My paws had it's own mind and it began chasing after our prey. I had always been a fast runner, this shouldn't be hard.

After chasing it for about two minutes, we had come very close, just behind it's tail. Just one more slash and we'd have it. But it wasn't my slash. I had been scratched deeply and forcefully pushed back into a tree. I groaned in agony. I gained my sight back, and looked at the owner of the affliction of my pain. From the way they were dressed, they were definitely guards. Had I accidentally come in contact with one of the borders whilst chasing the deer?

I looked into their foggy eyes, they were mind-linking someone. Still in pain from the hard impact, I was trying to think of a way to escape. I growled. Half a minute later, a very tall man, who wore a casual black t-shirt with matching smart joggers, the outfit defining his lean figure, was slowly drawing near. I could only stare at the man coming towards us feeling overwhelmed by the power he held around him, I could feel it from here. He's by far more than powerful. If I get caught, I'm in deep trouble. Pain hit me as I tried to move. I lay there in shock for a few moments sniffing. An intoxicating smell filled my nose, crisp citrus. Still, not the time, I ignored it, and focused more on how to get out of here.

Where is Artemis?

Disregarding any pain, I got up on all four of my paws and began running as fast as I could. 

A loud, intimidating growl followed. I am not giving myself up now. Whoever that man was, he definitely was chasing after me, and he wasn't far behind. 

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