Chapter Two - Conflicted -

Unknown POV 

I look at my alarm clock, not even 6am the same as always. The same time, same day of the fucking week, same god damn nightmare in the same shit hole of a cell ever year and I always fall back asleep. I at least have a cot, thin shitty per-used pillows and my alarm clock.

I hate this pack and this man. He is violent, cruel and vicious. How I managed to be in his care I'll never know but fuck it here I am. Still alive!. That's a bonus. I hate the pack simply because they don't seem to care enough to come check on me out here or even notice anything.

Oh, and Erica always makes sure to remind me one way or another how worthless and disgusting I am. What an abomination I am and how I don't belong, I only bring shame to her and her pack. Pppfffttt, it isn't even her pack well not yet anyway.

Thinking back to my nightmare I never know who it is, the man in my lap, bloodied and dying. What the snakes mean. What either of them are trying to say or what he is trying to say. Why I am seeing everything unfold in front of me like an out of body experience. Everything is always blurry, everything but his eyes from where I stand every time. 

His eyes are entrancing, the sparkle of gold, like lighting throughout the emerald green capturing anyone who locks onto them, the shimmer and sparkle they project, with the hint of black around the edges giving you the sense of mystery they hold. Never knowing if it's pain and sadness or joy and happiness within them. This is the only thing I get to see when I'm looking through my own eyes in my dream, then I am back to standing there in the distance. 

Lost in the thought of my nightmare like usual, time has evaded me. The sound of howling and growling is what got me to snap back to reality. Forcing myself off the cold concrete floor I had slipped down onto, trying to keep me cool, of my so-called bedroom which I knew was a cell in his basement, I turned off the alarm sounding in the background I didn't realise was going off still because I was too wrapped up in my thoughts. I always feel uneasy and unwanted here. My bedroom is not your typical bedroom. 

I mean if you can call a cell floor (grimy and covered in slim in places, well at least I think it's slim, it does really resemble old dried blood but it's been there so long I can't pick up the scent of blood as a bedroom floor, four brick walls with the paint peeling off in patches and covered in mould and definitely old disgusting vamp blood as wall paint that smell never fades, a rusty, dirty old iron bar gate as the door), then yeah, off my bedroom floor.

Like I said though, at least I have a cot, pillows even if used and two sets of clothes and my alarm clock. This disgusting pig of a werewolf can't have me late for school or someone might come looking into this shit hole and he would have hell to pay. I tried to be late once but that didn't end well for me. I learnt early on not to go against his rules. 

Our Alpha may not be rich or anything like that but his pack matters to him as much as his Luna and he sure as shit couldn't stand a man hitting women or children. Any kind of abuse against his pack at all I must add, especially by his own pack members doing it to other pack members. Or so I've been told. I've never actually met the Alpha that I can remember or The Luna. I was just three years old when we came here. 

The Alpha's daughter on the other hand flaunts her expensive clothes and jewellery. She has the attitude to match the outfit if you know what I mean. Some of the students at school believe the Alpha's spends all his money on her, his only daughter, that's why this pack is so poor. Rumours have it too, that he has a son but he was born to a, different she wolf than the Luna. His first mate got pregnant with him and rejected him then left so he didn't see him or allow him near the pack. The Luna now, is his second chance mate.

I think I'm starting to agree with them only on the Erica part. If the Alpha had another son, even if it was to a mate that rejected him, I don't feel in my heart he would disown him, not for that reason anyway. Erica, he should really disown her, she even boasts of her trips outside the pack to other packs. She says her father sends her to functions and gatherings, looking for her mate or even just a rich Alpha or Beta to marry so that we can get some financial assistance. "Pffft, I call fucking bullshit to that" I say out loud. Also, the Alpha leaves a lot and we constantly have new members coming into the pack. 

The Alpha may be poor but from what I've heard he is a kind and gentle man. He is selfless and so is his Luna. "Then why the hell don't they help me, why am I rotting in here and being abused"!? I exclaimed louder than I wanted to. Too loud I thought. 

I shut my eyes knowing I just fucked up and this vile pig will make me know it by teaching me lesson. For me life is not even, the seen and not heard scenario. It's don't be seen and don't be heard. 

Just as I was about to get dressed and ready for school, I heard the all too familiar footsteps upstairs stomping around. Deciding to not get dressed here, you know see the situation before you do it type thing, I put my shoes on instead and my hoodie. I found it at school in the lost and found bin. I'm kind of glad I grabbed it against my better judgement. I hated stealing. 

Brought out of my little zone I travelled into with my thoughts by the loud stomping footsteps getting closer. I took a deep breath, here we go, what's it going to be this morning I sigh.