The Silverwolf

I sucked in a deep breath of forest air and let it out in a gust that drifted away like a ghost. The most prominent smell was my pack, with undertones of night mixed with trees and small animals. I had always had a good sense of smell, but now it was even better!I looked over at Thomas and Lily, who lay on their sides panting and trembling with exertion. Thomas was sleek and dark brown with a white V running from his shoulders down his chest and along his stomach while Lily was a lighter brown with a gray splash across her left cheek. I waddled over and flopped on Thomas, chewing on his ear happily and committing his scent to memory.Thomas let out a groan struggling to move out from underneath me but too tired from the shift. "Get off, you lump." Thomas thought grumbled to me.Now that we had shifted, we had access to the telepathic link stemming from my father that bound our minds together. This link was what made us Pack instead of just werewolves.I decided to be nice and roll of

The chain that had bound me to the wall now tied me to Rain, who was instructed to teach me. Rain did her best, but the ever-present attendant made doing the daily chores extremely difficult. She hampered our actions whenever she could and punished us when we fell outside the allotted schedule.If a dish wasn’t washed to her expectations, the attendant would break it at our feet and make us clean it up by hand even if the pieces were sharp. If dinner didn’t taste just right, it was dumped over our heads regardless of the temperature, often burning our faces. Sometimes, we were allowed to keep the spilled food when we cleaned it off the floor. We would always share with the others, and they would share with us when they could, though we were constantly pitted against each other. The basement was home now to eleven kidnapped children, all with pale blonde hair. Lyra, the one who had asked Rain if everything was okay my first night here, had said that the Alpha was looking for the Silve

We were forced to watch as he pinned Lyra to the wall by her neck. Lyra squirmed, trying to shove him away, but he squeezed the hand around her throat until she started turning purple and went limp, still conscious but no longer resisting.The Beta grinned, letting off the pressure so she could breathe. "I'm going to enjoy turning your body against you and fucking that tight virgin pussy full of cum until you bare my pup." He murmured in her ear and pushed his hand down her threadbare sweatpants.Lyra's eyes popped wide open and she began to squirm again, this time trying to press her thighs together. The Beta only pushed her legs apart with his knee and did something with his hand that made her squeak."There you go." He said. "Don't that feel good?"Lyra whimpered, biting her lip, the scent of her unwilling arousal starting to fill the basement. When she started to twitch the Beta stopped whatever it was he was doing only to angle his wrist making Lyra gasp and arch her back. A low

I turned slowly, fully expecting to be hit. Instead, my jaw dropped open. There was no swinging fist, no angry glare, Logan wasn't even facing me. He stood in front of the stove with his head cocked to one side and tongue sticking out of his mouth as he poked at the eggs expiramentally.It was so unexpected that I let out a tiny hysterical giggle, then immediately slapped a hand over my mouth, shrinking when he looked my way."You have a cute giggle." Was all he said before turning back to the eggs. Then, a moment later, "Hey, are these done?"Hesitantly, I stepped forward to where I could see the contents of the giant cast iron pan. It looked… perfect.The eggs were lightly browned in places, the onions were translucent, and the cheese was a beautiful gooey mess around chunks of meat and tomato. It smelled heavenly."Yes, sir." I squeaked."Just Logan. Here, you plate, and I'll start setting the table." He was still smiling as he handed the spatula back to me. Confusion swirled throu

"Don't you fucking touch her!" He roared at the older man, anger making him shake like a leaf.Instead of watching, I curled into a ball and retreated inside my head. I had built a safe space where harsh reality couldn't hurt me. It was a pillow fortress made from every single happy memory I could salvage from a childhood I could barely remember. Only about four years worth.Blackberry picking with Thomas and Lily. Eating more than we put in our buckets.Riding around on my father's shoulders, tiny pudgy hands grasping for wisteria blossoms overhead.Grandpa Zeckle teaching us about the constellations. Stargazing and pointing out the ones we remembered. Making up names and stories for the ones we didn't. "Silver?"Playing hide and seek with a few of the older kids."Silver?!"I furrowed my brows in concentration. I didn't want to go back there, not yet."Come on, snap out of it."Learning to swim in the river near the house. "Silver?" This voice was new, gentle, warm like hot cocoa