Chapter 4

Dorothy's POV:

Isabella slapped her.

The slap echoed across the classroom.

"You stupid bitch. You don't know your place." She slapped her again.

"Enough!" the teacher barked, and she froze.

"Who do you think you are to tell me what to do just because you are a teacher? I'll have you fired!"

"Your Highness, this is not how a royal should behave in public! A royal must never lose their temper."

This was exactly what she wanted.

If people believed the princess had anger issues, they'd have doubts about her character.

And it's the first crack in Isabella's perfect image and persona.

"She kissed my boyfriend!"

"It was an accident!" she cried out, falling on her knees. "Your Highness, he tripped while he was walking and fell on me. I'm hurt, and instead of helping me, you hit me. I understand. I'm sorry, it's my fault he fell. Forgive me."

She hid a smirk. If people believed Isabella overreacted because of an accident, they'd immediately start seeing her as a temperamental, spoiled brat.

"Let me apologize."

Isabella bent down and held her face.

"I don't know what you are trying to do, but two can play this game. Do you know who I am? I'll make your life a living hell."

"You sly c*nt."

A remorseful look appeared on Isabella's face as she helped Dorothy up. Isabella's nails dug into Dorothy's flesh.

"Let your hell in this school begin."

The rest of the day went smoothly. Apparently, people were not near her because she pissed off the almighty and powerful Isabella.

No one wanted to be associated with anyone who was on Dorothy's bad side.

Austin was also avoiding her. Perhaps he really liked the kiss.

She laughed to herself just as Luke sat opposite her in the cafeteria.

"Hi, pet."

She looked at him wearily.

"You good?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" he asked, sitting across from her.

He dragged her lunch plate across the table.

"Pets shouldn't eat before their owners, don't you think?"

Her hand balled into a fist as he ate her food in front of her.

"What are you doing?" she gritted her teeth.

"Eating... is there a problem?" he asked.

"Get your own food."

"Pets don't own anything."

"I said get your own food!" she yelled so loud the noisy cafeteria went silent.

He licked the remains of the chicken wings he had taken from her and tossed her the bone.

"Come, Dorothy... fetch."

Her body filled with heat as he mind-controlled her. Of course, being who she was, his mind control wouldn't work on her, but it would work on the real Dorothy.

Frustration made her sick to her stomach as she pushed the chair she was sitting on aside to pick it up.

"Pick it up with your mouth."

He pushed her to the wall, and she felt suffocated, with no way out and no one to help her.

She went on all fours and picked up the bone with her mouth.

She heard the flashes of cameras, and her eyes watered in anger.

"Chew it," he ordered.

And she did, imagining every break of the bone was his very bones between her jaws.

"Swallow," he ordered again.

She closed her eyes and swallowed, feeling a tear fight in her eyelids.

"Never mess with Isabella again. You should know your place. I don't think I have to tell you again."

He stood up and walked to the table where Isabella and her friends, with Austin and the rest, sat laughing with the rest of the students.

At the end of the day, the video of her picking the bone up with her mouth was viral on Wolftok.

Her school life and reputation were officially damaged beyond repair.

After school hours, she returned to the woods to see the ropes loose. He had dared to escape.

She heightened her hearing until she found him, running about a mile away already.

She ran after him and caught him by the throat, twisted his neck, and he collapsed unconscious.

"Well, that was some stress relief."

She dragged him all the way to her secret base, beneath the leaves of the forest, underneath the roots of an old tree. She knocked on the tree three times, and a door appeared. Then she walked inside.

The sobbing of the girl irked her.

"They ruined my life," the girl sobbed, curled into a ball inside the cage, her eyes swollen with tears and her hands in cuffs.

"And you stole my life!"

As soon as she stepped inside, the real Dorothy yelled at her and spat at her.

"Your name is not Dorothy. That is my name... why must I lose everything?" she cried.

"Do you like how you look? You look pathetic, Dorothy." She glared.

"Then why do you have to be me?"

"Because you are so insignificant that no one would expect anything from you... but I do."

Dorothy looked at her, eyes swollen but filled with curiosity.

"How do you mean?"

"I was once like you... helpless, weak, naive, and powerless... they took everything away from me with no mercy."

"Do you want vengeance, Dorothy... do you want to become what they fear?"

Dorothy looked at her and nodded.

"Yes, I want them to regret all the misery they caused me."

"Then I will help you... but you must know, you must be wicked, selfish, and cruel. There is no room for love, empathy, kindness, and most of all, forgiveness."

"Do you think you can let go of your good wolf? Your weak wolf?"

Dorothy hesitated.

"Yes."

"Good. You will train day and night. You will do as you are told with no questions. Understood?"

Dorothy nodded.

"Good... shall we begin?"

She turned, picking up a staff and tossing one to her.

She would make a useful puppet rather than a useless prisoner, she thought to herself.

"Can I know two things, though..."

"Go on."

"One, is he dead?" the girl asked as she tossed the unconscious body into another cell.

"No. I don't bring dead bodies home."

"Two, what is your name? Who are you? Why do you look exactly like me?"

She glared at the real Dorothy, attacking her with the staff. The girl winced in pain as she opened the cell to let her out.

"That's four questions."

The real Dorothy still had a chain on her leg. That was so she wouldn't ruin her plans.

The tip of her staff struck the real Dorothy's back, and she yelled in pain.

"Who I am, my name... you can never know these things..."

"Why?"

"Because the day you do... will be your last day on Earth."