SalemAfter everything I've been through, I can imagine the amount of hurt my mom must have dealt with knowing my father never loved her, especially when she was carrying me.I lay sadly under a tree in the hopes that when I returned, he would be gone by then. Knowing the person he is, I didn't want to see his face again, ever. I began to wish he was truly dead and that my mom was the one living.Why do the bad ones live longer and the good ones die so fast? I couldn't help thinking with a heavy heart.My head rose quickly from the ground upon hearing a sound behind me. I looked around, and I felt a great instinct, as if I were being watched. I've been long enough in the hood; Madison must be concerned about my whereabouts, and so I ran back to her house. I went where I had hidden my clothes and shifted, redressing myself.As I went inside, an uneasy feeling swept over me, knowing my father may be inside still speaking to Madison. I dreaded having to interact with him again.My hand tr
SalemI saw my father, the only family I had alive, hanging from the vine of a tree that was tightly wrapped around his neck, naked and lifeless. I was in such shock that I didn't know if what I saw was true or if my eyes were deceiving me."Rain, rain," I heard Madison's voice.My eyes opened, and I found myself in bed in my room. I looked around, confused."It was a dream," I said softly, relieved it was, but not for Madison to hear.I assumed I had lost my father, but I was just having a horrible daydream. A hand rested on the side of my head, trying to recall how I'd gotten in bed. I remembered lastly, trying to solace Madison after she chased my father away, discovering his lies to her.I heard Madison begin to cry, and I looked at her frighteningly now, knowing what I thought to be a dream—a disheartening daydream—wasn't. What I saw did happen. I did see my father's dead body.I knew it was him because of his scent and his eyes, which were no longer filled with sadness and pain b
SalemThe morning I woke up, Madison was still in bed, sound asleep. It was odd to see her still in bed, knowing she would have been downstairs cooking breakfast by then.I slowly got out of bed, not wanting to wake her, and took my time to open the door and lock it behind me.I went to the bathroom to tidy up and to my room to change from my nightwear into easy clothes to put on. I found a white dress I don't remember seeing in the closet. I immediately put it on. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing that it was not my size; it was big. I decided to wear it anyway since it hid my fat belly and I wasn't too proud of seeing it, which was good.I went downstairs and into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for Madison. I've seen her prepare breakfast for me many times, so I decided to do so for her as well. I have planned to fry sausage for breakfast.I went to the unlit fire area, and she would start the fire before placing the pot on top of the fire. I paused and stared at it, not hav
SalemI looked at a vine, a similar vine my father used to hang himself from, now understanding how he had felt and why he had done it. He felt there was no point in living anymore. All he had was gone, and he felt alone.I, too, was alone again. I didn't have Madison anymore. Tears ran down my cheek, not wanting to live anymore. Life was too painful; my life was. I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to live another day going through another painful moment. I can't bear it anymore.I reached for the vine from the tree and pulled it to me until I had had enough length.I cried as I wrapped it around my neck. I began to climb to the top of the tree, but the heavy rain caused the trunk of the tree to be slippery. My body would slide down with each attempt I made to climb up the tree. I was not going to give up. I wanted to escape all the pain and hurt, and death was my way out.My claw emerged from beneath the skin of my fingers, and they dug into the tree as I made my way up. I stoo
SalemWhen I discovered I was pregnant, all I could think about was Madison. She would know what to do to help me get through this. I was certain she would.Jane and the male who saved my name—I didn't know—went to help a wolf that needed their help.I was alone, curled up in bed, wishing what was happening to me was just a nightmare. I pinched myself many times, wanting to wake up from the horrible nightmare I wanted to believe I was having, but I wasn't for what I was dealing with now.My head lifted from my knees as I heard someone enter the small building.It was him. The one who saved me. He was tall and looked as young as I was."Jane and I will help you deal with that thing inside of you," he told me.His voice sounds smooth and soft.I looked down at my swollen belly, which I thought was just from eating too much food, and a dislike feeling ran through me, hating what he said about the pup that was inside of me. As much as I didn't want to be a mother now, I didn't want anyone
SalemThe small, one-room building I was in was the health area for anyone who needed medical attention. I learned Jane was the one in charge of the building.The rain had calmed down, and I followed Jane and the alpha from the building. The alpha wanted to show me around. He seemed to be determined for me to live among him and his pack.I didn't understand why.I recall how Madison stood up for me when I was nothing but a stranger to her and later ran me from her house when I'd grown to love her. I can't allow it to happen to me again. I will not be hurt again by trusting anyone; I made a promise to myself.There was not much to be seen when I left the building. All homes were pretty much the same, with the building's surroundings made from sticks and roof straws."Our homes may not be as luxurious as the other packs; we are new, and within time things will change for the better," Arkane informed me, seeing how I was taking notice of each home.My head lowered, feeling ashamed of my a
Salem The night I didn't leave, though I was unsure whether this pack was fit for me, I still decided to stay. I was starting to feel connected to Arkane, though I didn't know his story. I stayed because of his visible deep scars and my understanding of how it feels to have someone you trust hurt you. Arkane knew how it felt to be hurt, based on what he told me last night. I feel it's better to dwell with someone who understands the pain of being hurt. The night I returned to the building I was to stay at, Arkane was still under the tree, watching over us. I wish Alpha Deucalion was somehow like him; probably life wouldn't have been so difficult for me and I wouldn't be pregnant by rape. If only the cruel alpha understood pain like Arkane and had scars to show it, he wouldn't be so cruel and merciless. "Everyone, come outside; breakfast is ready!" I heard a loud shout that awakened me. In a line, I and the she-wolves left our bed and went outside. A large, fat wild pig roasting
Alpha Deucalion P.O.V. I stood on top of a hill, looking down. My eyes searched the surroundings. "Alpha Deucalion," I quickly spun around hearing one of my men call. "We can't find her anywhere," he said. "Are you sure you checked everywhere?" I asked firmly. "Yes, your alpha, every land nearby that belongs to a pack and doesn't," he retorted. I gave him a grave look. His head lowered. I steadily approached him, towering above him like a tall, strong tree. "The men and I refused to search among the rogues," he explained nervously while his head lowered. My teeth tightened in my mouth. Any member of my pack disappointing me was something I detested. "Didn't I tell you to search every place?" I asked, trying to control my temper. I've allowed my anger to get the best of me and have caused her to suffer when she did nothing wrong. "Yes, your alpha," he answered submissively. "Then why did you choose to disobey me?" I asked. He was silent. It was better that way. "I am sor