Chapter 1~Death

Everything was going so well until it wasn't. I thought my life sucked at first, but what came after made me miss the mess of a life that I had. 

They say that when choosing revenge, that one should dig two graves--one for yourself. But I was way ahead of them. I had not only dug my own grave, but I was already ready to be buried.

Nothing was going to stop me from getting my revenge!

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I was the only daughter of the Alpha and Luna of the Thunder pack, a pack that was known for its strength, compassion, and resilience, but came with its challenges. 

I had always wanted to help my pack in a more meaningful way but was seen as too fragile because I had a rare medical condition that affected my breathing at times. From the day I was born, it was like I instantly became a burden to my family, and I hated that.

Not like I told them that, because it would just be weird if I did, but I knew that it was true from deep down within my heart. 

Sometimes, I felt sorry for them; sorry that they did not get to have a normal healthy daughter.

This medical condition had a name too long for me to even pronounce and had tried to take my life multiple times. And each time made my parents even more protective of me and made me feel more caged. 

This was not how I wanted to live but I did not have much of a choice.

I had always been seen by everyone as the sick daughter of the Alpha who needed to be treated with extra care. I was even excluded from almost all physical activities, including training with people my age. 

This made me feel like an outcast. It chipped away at my self-confidence and courage. A lot of times, I would scream into my pillow at night but that was it. I was not bold enough to express how I truly felt about it all.

I knew that all this was because my parents loved me and wanted me to be safe but I wanted more. This was not the life that I signed up for.

I wanted so badly not to be seen as weak or fragile. I wanted to show my pack and my parents that I was stronger than they all thought; that I was not held back by my sickness. 

But I feared that this was all just a dream of mine. I was very introverted and insecure so I doubted that I could ever prove them wrong. 

I was bored to death almost every day. It was the same routine, the same dinner, the same time to take my pills, and the same rule: stay inside the compound.

But that was until it all changed on a Tuesday afternoon. While I was laying on the grass in front of my parent’s huge mansion, I saw smoke rise to the sky. Quickly after, a loud sound like a bomb followed and I stood to my feet as my heart pounded in my chest. 

I was scared and confused. More bombs went off and chaos was the music in the air. I could hear people screaming, and black smoke rose to the sky.

In less than an hour, I learned that my town was being attacked by rogue werewolves. They had taken control of the town and many were killed in a matter of minutes. This was a planned attack and our pack was not ready.

My parents were not home and the guards rushed me inside the mansion. Everyone's eyes were filled with fear and worry, including mine.

I was taken deep down into the huge mansion until I was brought to a room that I had never seen before but had heard about.

The guards opened the metallic doors and I was escorted into the room. It was large and had everything a person would need to survive for weeks.

I spent an hour in the underground bunker and kept worrying about my parents. Were they okay? Were they safe? And where were they?

Suddenly the metallic doors of the bunker were opened violently and I saw a man standing in front of me. 

He was covered in blood and had a nasty gash on the left side of his face. “Come out, little kitten. I won’t bite.” He snarled, and I felt chills run down my spine.

I dared not take a step closer to the dangerous-looking man. But the man only seemed amused and excited. He ordered his people to capture me as he watched with a smirk. 

It was obvious that he was enjoying what was happening. 

I began to cry and fight as the strong men dragged me out of the room. For a second, I tried to shift into my wolf but then remembered that my parents had warned me against turning when they were not around.

This was because every time that I shifted, I either fainted or my breathing illness was triggered into a near-death experience for me. 

I could sense my wolf was trying to break free so it could help fight the men off but I suppressed it. I was too afraid; afraid that my illness might overwhelm me if I surrendered to my wolf.

So I allowed myself to be taken. I allowed my fear and insecurities to win.

I was taken out of the mansion and onto the streets by the men. And that was when I realized that it was over. Not just for me, but for everyone.

It was too late. I watched in horror as my entire town got burned down to the very ground. I soon learned that my parents had been killed, along with all the men of our pack. 

Only the women and children survived. They were now all hostages to the rogue werewolves. Shackles were placed on my hands and feet and I was shoved into the group of hostages.

My face was stained with tears and my throat hurt. I was barefooted and my clothes were torn and dirty due to the struggle I was in when I was forced out of the underground bunker.

“You!” One of the rogue werewolves pointed at me, and I inhaled sharply. He looked important, almost as if he were their leader. He had a smirk on his face and his eyes were filled with evil, not of this world.

“Me?” My voice came out hoarse because of fear and the fact that I had been crying nonstop.

The man did not reply to me as he walked purposefully to me. His claws were out and a low growl escaped his mouth excitingly.

“You’re Lucia Holt. You’re his daughter…you’re Alpha Dalton’s daughter,” Those were the last words I heard before the man sliced my throat open with his powerful sharp claws.

The pain was sudden and the shock was instant.

My hands flew instinctively to the place of injury as I tried to stop the bleeding but it was too late. I was dying and could not do anything about it. 

I fell to the ground in agony and the last thing I heard before death took me away was the laughing of the rogue werewolf who had slayed me. 

I was then bathed in a world of darkness as I lost consciousness.