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Prologue
My father never wanted kids. He couldn't stop my mother from having me, but once I was here, he was wrapped around my little finger. I was his little girl, his princess. My mother was missed dearly since she had died giving birth to me, still, I was loved, and no one blamed me for her death. The entire pack treated me like their own pup, and their kids treated me like a sister. We were a tight knit community. I was always happy. Our pack was happy. Happy until the first full moon after my seventh birthday. Happy until I was stolen.
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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
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I thought the pounding in my head was what had woken me from sleep, but soon, a sound began to register through the fog in my brain. Someone was crying. Was it Lily? She had bad dreams sometimes."It was just a dream Lily, go back to sleep.""My n...name isn't...isn't Lily. It's Rain." At the unfamiliar voice, my eyes snapped open, and I sat bolt upright scattering scalps of cloth. Lightning shot through my head at the sudden movement, making me curl forward, clutching my throbbing temples with a whimper.“Don’t...don’t move too... too fast if you can hel... help it.” I groaned in acknowledgment and tried to uncurl slowly.The room was almost completely dark, except for a sliver of light peeking under what looked like a door up a flight of stairs. To my right sat the girl who had spoken. Her white-blonde hair glowed faintly in the darkness, allowing me to see her face. Subsiding tears had washed rivers through the dirt smudged cheeks that were too hollow. Her eyes were also sunken in,
The Silverwolf Scream
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
The Silverwolf Torture
I screamed as one by one, my fingernails were torn from their beds with a pair of pliers. I screamed as red hot nails were driven through the soles of my feet. I screamed as the Alpha carved away little strips of my skin with a knife and inch at a time.Eventually, the shock my body was experiencing grew too much, and I willingly succumbed to unconsciousness. I hoped to hide there in the warm nothingness, safe and unaware of the horrors that reality held, but reality wasn’t done with me.My heart leaped and took off like a startled rabbit, sending my back arching up off the table. Every muscle strained against the straps that bound me, but to no avail. This place was designed to hold werewolves. There was no escape.“I wasn’t done with you, Little Silver. You can’t sleep now, not when we’re just getting to the good part.” He held a syringe up where I could see it. “Adrenaline works wonders on the fight or flight response I’ve discovered.”I whimpered, a huge wave of despair and terror
The Silverwolf Freed
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
The Silverwolf Logan
I awoke from my dream memory again, silent tears streaming down my face and sniffled. It had been one year since that day, one year of waking each night after the same dream, one year of reliving Rain and Lyra's death nightly. Lyra's blue eyes bored into my own as they began to cloud over.I rose from my nest of rags and cardboard shivering in the cold air. I hated this place, and I hated them.I slammed my fist into the wall and waited, both for my captors and for my knuckles to mend now that I'd broken them, again, punching cement. They'd be down soon to fetch me up to make breakfast. Their personal slave. The only one left.I heard the rattle of the key in the lock and light flooded into my "room." There were no windows down here. No warmth or comfort. Just the same old rusty pipes and bare cement walls. It had been easier when the other captive children were still here. We had huddled together during the freezing winters and held each other when we cried. But they were all gone now
The Silverwolf Breakfast Served
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
The Silverwolf An Attempt
Through the wall, I could hear congratulatory remarks and joyous welcomes seemingly directed at Logan. From what I could hear, it sounded like Logan had just gotten home from a boarding school for young alphas or anyone who tested dominant enough to get in. This made him a bit older than I had initially thought, closer to 18 than 15.He had learned everything he needed to know there and now was home to train under his father to take the mantle of Alpha when the time came.The laughter from the dining room sent a sudden pang of homesickness through me like a hunter's arrow. I missed those happy meals with my family when things were simple, when I was innocent and unhurt.Suppressing a forlorn sigh, I finished scrubbing the last pan and left the kitchen to start collecting the dirty laundry hampers from everyone's rooms.The rest of the day was oddly uneventful. No one tripped me or pushed me down the stairs. No one yelled at me or called me names. It got to the point where my anxiety k
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