7. BUTCHERED

My body was not built as the others. The cold just froze my bones. My toes and fingers were blue. No one else was in the cells. It was dark and silent. My arms were wrapped around my legs, my head on my knees until I heard footsteps a few hours later.

I tipped my head up.

The alpha stopped, staring at the open cell door then at me. He walked past it to me and I braced myself for impact. His hand wrapped around my hair and he tugged. I quickly scrambled up and stumbled after him as he dragged.

His intent seemed to be to rip my hair off. My hands moved up by instinct but I caught myself and lowered them back down. My nails dug into my skin to divert the pain but it did not help. The floor was dirty, collecting so much dirt, with my feet left brown.

Light shone through and nearly blinded me. He tugged once again, pulling a painful yelp from me.

As silent as everyone was, I knew there were thousands of people watching. My skin itched from their eyes as the alpha dragged me from the ce