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The Black Wolf Chapter 1
"AMELIA!!" my father bellowed. "If you don't get a fucking move on, I swear you are going to regret it!" "I'm sorry! I'm coming now" I called, as I jumped up off my bed to rush down the stairs. I didn't want to provoke him again. I still carried the marks from the last time I ran late. I could still feel the sting of his hand on my skin as he slapped me and the throbbing, dull aching after he kicked me. My name is Amelia Baker, I'm turning 18 soon, but I'm trapped here, trapped in this place and unable to escape. I almost collided with my mom, as I skidded to a halt at the base of the stairs. Her eyes were exhausted, red, and puffy. She's been crying again. My father would never lay a hand on her would never physically hurt her, but that didn't mean he wouldn't belittle her, scream at her, ma
The Black Wolf Chapter 2
The end of the day finally arrived. The anxiety that had steadily built throughout the day had slowly started to dissipate and was being replaced by nerves. I was going to meet my mother at the pack clinic, talk to her about my plan, my idea. I needed to do it now before I lose my nerve. I hope she listens, I just want her to be happy, I don't want to see her hurting anymore. Walking to the clinic, I planned out what I was going to say. I had done some research during lunch, trying to figure out which pack might take us in, which ones were a no-go, and which ones are allied with our current pack, The Black Lake Pack. I had managed to narrow it down to two packs. The Dark Moon Pack, or The Oak Ridge Pack. The Dark Moon Pack were based 600 miles away from us, but if we
The Black Wolf Chapter 3
The house became eerily quiet over the next few days. My mother was working non-stop at the clinic, all while organizing our way out of the pack, and trying to keep it secret from everyone around us. And my father had been constantly called away by the Alpha. From what I heard, there had been border breaches from the enemy packs, and it seemed they had been holding meetings and ordering more patrols of the borders. With the added patrols, I couldn’t rein in my worry that we wouldn’t be able to cross and run, without being noticed. Did mom have a plan for that too? She hadn’t told me anything, which I suppose is a good thing. That way no one would be able to overhear our plan and stop us. I don’t want to think of what would happen to us if we were caught. But would they lock us up? Would they torture us? Would they kill us? It didn’t matter, we can’t sta
The Black Wolf Chapter 4
It was Monday, the 8th of March. I was ready and waiting out by the car for my father. I had been early every day since Tuesday last, just so I could keep things civil, somewhat peaceful. He would have meetings all day and all through the night. There were threats of invasion from another enemy pack to the west so he was completely occupied with the growing concern of war. He dropped me at the campus gates, without a single word or comment. I quickly climbed out of the car and turned to walk towards the school, listening as the distinct sound of his car faded the further he drove away. But I stopped dead in my tracks, listening carefully as another familiar car sped towards me. It was my mother. Her face was full of fear and worry. She hit the brakes so hard, I swear the car looked like it was going to flip. She
The Black Wolf Chapter 5
Oakwood Ridge glowed below us, sprawling from one end of the forest to the other. It beckoned us.We began our descent towards the lights, the sound, the people. I took it in, listening to the sounds of laughter, children playing. Deathfall was never like this. It was quiet, there were rules, curfews, punishments for not following the rules. It was dark there, it didn’t feel like home. It was never home, not to me.We walked in silence towards the packhouse, which was situated on the edge of the town. It faced a building that looked like a typical British boarding school and was separated by a large field and what kind of looked like a well-used training arena.As the packhouse rose up in front of us, I could see it more clearly. The sandstone brick walls were full of large windows and covered in beautiful pur
The Black Wolf Chapter 6
The morning came too soon. I was far too comfortable, wrapped in the blankets. I listened to the sound of people rushing in and out of their rooms, getting ready for school, I guessed. I turned onto my back and lay there, staring at the ceiling, remembering the events of the day before. I was feeling more relaxed about where I was, but the wolf I saw from my window last night, the memory was playing on my mind.Why were they watching me? How long had they been there?There was a gentle knock on the door. It began to open and my mother poked her head in.“Morning sleepyhead,” she chuckled.I threw the covers over my head and groaned.“Urgh… Morning, mom,” I grumbled back, making her laugh. I pull
The Black Wolf Chapter 7
On Wednesday morning, my mother and I decided we should take the opportunity and go look around the town, get a few things and maybe meet a few people. My mother especially wanted to go look around the clinic, meet everyone there.So at around 10 am, we set out and began the trek through the town.It was as beautiful as I thought. The buildings were all made from the same sandstone as the packhouse, and most seemed to have this sort of organised chaos look to their gardens. Wisteria or ivy grew up the side of the buildings, giving them an overgrown look, blending them into the surrounding areas. The roads and pathways were clean and well kept, as were the little parks we strolled past. Everything was beautiful, like a town out of a book.Strolling down the path, towards the town centre, I couldn’t help but not
The Black Wolf Chapter 8
After the Alpha had left us, I slowly ambled through the flat, hunting for where my mother had disappeared to. I twisted as a noise came from the end of the small hallway, to the right of the living room. Turning and heading down the hall, I opened the first door, finding it empty. Carrying on, I reached the second door, opening it softly. There, sat on the edge of the large bed, was my mother, tears in her eyes, head hanging low. “Mom?” I called softly. She looked up, trying to hide her tears, but failing. “Are you okay? What happened?” I asked, concern lining my voice. “Nothing, I-... I’ve just never had such kindness shown to me, not since I was a child,” she confessed, taking a shuddering breath. “The generosity, and
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