Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Sabrina

   I opened my eyes to the bright ray coming from the small window in the attic. It was five in the morning, meaning I should be getting ready for the tourtoure. I sighed as I rolled on the floor thinking about my dream last night. Yes, you read right. There was no bed up in the attic and it was tiny, stuffy and dirty. Filled with stains of blood on the floor and walls. 

    All my life it was the attic and this pack I've known and the worst of it was they were all rouges and called themselves " Storm Riders''. I have been injected with lots of silver and almost all my energy was drained on a daily base. I was just like a normal human, a slave to the rouges. I often dreamt of being the daughter of someone supreme, that I had been kidnapped but it might just be an illusion of what I really want. 

   The door banged open and the king of the rogues Dexter came in with a cruel smile playing on his face. I felt like crawling into my shell. I cringed as I wondered what he would do today. 

  " Morning princess" he said with a too familiar toothy grin. I bowed my head in submission. I was used to this life but today I turned sixteen and my wolf is aching to come out. Lately I've been having headaches. Dexter exposed what was in his left hand and I was not surprised when I saw the injection he carried but this time it was not one but five. I sometimes wonder if I'm very powerful with the continuous silver they pump into me. Mere wolves would have died with this much silver. I felt a sharp pain as he injected me. Slowly I lost consciousness. 

   " I'm so sorry I couldn't be strong for you. But try and let me out" I heard a voice say loudly. I opened my eyes and Dexter was just in front of me getting his knife embedded with silver. 

  " You're awake?" He brought the knife closer to my face and used it to trace down my body. From my head, he was heading to my breast when I let out a loud howl. He laughed, daring me to do anything if I could. He chained my hands as he used the knife to pierce into my skin. 

   " You're my mate. Today you turned sixteen meaning I can mate you now" 

" The moon goddess has not chosen you for me. I'm not your mate" I managed to say with courage. 

  " Your father killed my mate so I'm taking you as my second chance mate. He also wiped out my kingdom and I swear revenge." He said with a somewhat sad expression but he quickly smiled back. 

   " Who is my father? " I asked as I pressed my palm into my face to avoid a punch being thrown my way. 

   " You have no right to ask me questions you know. I've been trying to get rid of that mark on your back but it has refused to leave. I feel like crushing your bones one by one but I prefer watching you suffer as you are now. " He angrily left the room but not before giving me a sound slap. 

 I've never seen the mark he's talking about. There's no mirror in this attic. I've never seen my own reflection before. I always wondered what that mark is for. I remember when Dexter and others tried to burn it . My skin burnt but the mark reappeared almost immediately. He tried cutting it out , I bled but the mark reappeared as the cut healed. He tried many other things but the same result occurred. Eventually he got tired of it and just continued hitting me. 

  It was the first time he mentioned my father and the reason I was kidnapped. If my dad killed his mate and took over his pack it would mean my father is an alpha. meaning I should be powerful right? Considering the fact that alpha blood runs through me. But, if my dad is an alpha, how did I get kidnapped or maybe he sacrificed me to save his pack. 

   I slowly massaged my head as I felt the headache returning. 

  " I'm Alexa " I heard the voice again as I looked around once more but could not see anyone. 

  " Who are you?" I replied slowly. My mouth was severely bruised and I was dehydrated. 

   " I'm your wolf, I've been trying to communicate with you for the past three years but the silver and wolfsbane prevented me." 

  My wolf . So it was the cause of my headaches.

 " What do you want from me?"

 " You have to let me out" 

 " I don't know how to do that , besides I'm weak."

 " You're not weak anymore,the moon goddess will grant you strength for the time that you run away from this despicable place. Imagine you changing to a wolf , that will do.

   I mentally brought out the image of a wolf in my subconscious. I suddenly felt a sharp pain on my legs as I heard a popping sound. It took a few minutes as I found myself flat on the floor. I raised my paw and saw a white fur. I realised I had shifted. It was my first shift. Immediately I felt my strength returning as my wolf took slow steps before running around in circles. Happy to be brought out. 

  I heard steps echoing from the stairs leading to the attic. I shifted back as I lay on the floor awaiting whoever it was. Two rouges came in and dragged me down the stairs. This will make it the second time I've been dragged downstairs. It wasn't a good sign as the last time Dexter humiliated me In Front of all rouges. He cut off my hair and wiped me till part of my skin started falling off. I was unconscious for a week after that. I was having a feeling that it was going to be the same today. 

   I was led to the field where everyone was. Dexter was sitting on a throne as king. I was chained to two pillars that were built for torture. Dexter came forward with a smile as he asked what should be done to me today. 

   " Rip her clothes off"

   " Burn her alive"

   " Let's have turns with her"

I heard hateful replies as Dexter continued laughing, obviously enjoying himself. He asked for a knife as he took hold of the hem of my already torn dress. He stripped me off and left me in my underwear.A roar of laughter followed as he was about to touch my breast. I felt my eyes twitch. I let out a loud howl as my wolf took control. The chain broke and I immediately shifted in the air. I landed on one of the rogues closest to me as I chewed away its neck . As everyone was in shock I used that as an advantage to run away. I ran without looking back.