PAINS AND SCARS

Alpha Kevin, the leader of the Blue Moon Pack. A pack known for its brave and strong warriors and battle strategies. They were powerful, and many didn’t care to cross them. From what I gathered from the woman who brought me food in the cells, my mother was going to take over the pack from my uncle. She was stronger than he and had more of a reputation. 

My mother taught me little about the pack. She taught how to indicate a wolf’s body language, nd what to do in an emergency. Her lessons were still stuck in my head. But other things, the woman who came once a week told me she told me that my uncle was a hot-headed, stubborn man. I felt that she said anything she wanted to get me to speak. But I learned to stay quiet, I learned not to speak or ask for anything.

She was an older woman who would bring me water and a plate of food. She would empty the bucket I use. Sometimes when she spoke, it wasn’t about my uncle or mother, but things outside of the cell. The blooming flowers in the spring, and the cold snow just outside the window above my head. I remembered my mother, but I couldn’t remember the outside. I was only 6 when the accident happened.

The other week, she gave me an extra piece of toast and told me that I had just turned 20 years old, and 14 years of my life were spent in this cell. Her name was Elizabeth, and she was the only one who was nice to me. She spoke against me being in the cell, and she was the only one who offered to do this job. If she hadn’t, I would be dead by now. No one else would think to come down here and give me food.

But she wasn’t the only one who came down to the cell. My uncle would only come to the cells when he had a bad day. At first, he would just say mean things, and then his anger turned more physical, and I was sure he would have killed me. So, he stopped the abuse after he found his mate. There were still those few days when the stress would get too much for him, and he would come down to release his anger by beating me. 

He always said it was my fault, that if my mother were alive, the pack wouldn’t have gone into turmoil. My uncle was looked down on as a weak Alpha. There were no peaceful days except the days spent with Elizabeth. He would come down with a whip, and would come down with a whip. And for my ‘present’, he would whip me as many times as my new age. And if I did anything to displease anyone throughout the year, my age would be multiplied by tw, and I would be whipped accordingly. The thought of it made me flinch. Only once did he whip me a day, and it was when I was 15 years old. I growled at a guard- no, not a guard, his Beta. I growled at his Beta. Beta Nick was the only person, apart from my uncle, who entered my cell and abused me in ways I can’t even mention. At the age of 7, I cried out for my mother and was whipped 11 times for that mistake. 

I began to wonder what my life will turn into when Elizabeth eventually dies. She has been the only one caring for me. Slowly, I looked over to the shadow of the candle outside of my cell. Lately, I’ve been restless, and I thought about escaping. But as I looked at the large, thick wooden door, I doubted it would be possible. The only way through it would be the thick metal bars that rested at the top of the door. It gave a view in and out of my cell. Lifting my body, I leaned against the wall and took in a deep breath, staring at the shadow.

The cell was now hot, which let me know that we were now in summer. My body sweated against the wall as I tried to control my breathing. The cool concrete wall was the only coolness I would receive. Looking to the side of my body,y I watched as a spider started to crawl towards me. I admired it, then it dawned on me, today is the day. 

It was much later when I heard the boots crushing down the stairs and stopping at my cell. I stretched my back softly, knowing I won’t be able to move for a while. I looked at the spider on the wall and closed my eyes as the door opened, spilling light into the cell. “You know the drill.” His voice was hard as he placed the dark wooden stand in front of the cell. Slowly, I stood up and walked towards the wood. This year, the steel chains were changed into silver. I tried to hold back the hiss that came out of my mouth as the silver burned my skin.

Uncle tightened the chains as he wrapped a collar around my neck. “Can you imagine how your mum felt when you let those rogues attack and kill her?” he asked in a heavy voice. He yanked on the collar until he was choking me, and then let go. Today, he smelled of alcohol as he stumbled around me, “Why did she have to die?” It should have been you, you, stupid bitch!” he says, his voice coming out as a growl as he starts to kick the side of my stomach. I closed my eyes and hung my head as the pain filled my body. How I wish it were me.

“Not talking today?” he asked and chuckled, “Good, let’s see if I can make you scream”. He said as he pulled out a bright whip. I looked at the color, and my eyes went wide, SILVER. This was going to be worse than any of those times before, “You like?” he asked and twirled the whip in front of me. “You’ve been such a good little bitch, I decided to get some new toys.” 

He grabbed me by the oversized shirt I’ve been using since last year, he ripped it in half, exposing my bare back as he sighed, “ARE YOU WATCHING MORANA? WATCH ME TAKE REVENGE FOR YOU, MY SWEET LITTLE SISTER.” He said as he yanked his arm and then whipped the silver on my back.