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.
Unknown POV Bang, bang, bang, the sound coming towards me. I know this one all too well. His fist hits the wall as he strides towards me, a look of pure evil spread across his face. His black eyes show no emotion at all. Just a void of nothingness. I knew I messed up when the alarm was sounding too long and then me and my big loud mouth. There's not that many stairs to walk down so it was never long before he was down here and approaching the back corner where I am."Hello Demonic!" I say with the most pleasant voice. "my, my, my well aren't we looking as pretty as ever."! I sarcastically add.I know I shouldn't poke the bear as the saying goes but if I'm already in shit, might as well do it, my style. I'd rather not be punished at all but if I'm going to be it will be for something I have done wrong. Plus then he won't get the satisfaction of me being afraid of him. I came to learn quickly he likes when he smells fear. It fuels his desires, gross and twisted I know but I won't ever
Unknown POV As I drive into the gates of the pack school leaning over my steering wheel slightly to look around as I do. It seems smallish and could use some TLC but all in all, letting out a soft sigh it's another school, another pack, another introduction. I hated the new kid speech I was told to give at every school I went to, in every class I had on the first day. This is school, four in two years. I don't know why we keep moving around or moving packs but my mother's a healer and my father a Gamma ranked wolf. So at least we get it a little easier when we transition into the packs, and we are welcomed.Sitting in my thoughts I smelt something that now has my attention and I'm on high alert. Something that smelled and seemed off but familiar. Like I've spelt it before but can't place when and where I've smelt it and what it is, just that I know it's dangerous. If that makes sense. It wasn't the normal smell of different wolves and sweat and perfume. No. It was like drying seaweed
Unknown POV The first two periods went by like a daze, this one was dragging out so badly. They always bore me, but this one today was.way worse than usual because I seem to know the answers to the questions before the teacher asks them. She just repeats everything. To old fashioned and predictable she is, I giggle to me. Miss Ava while younger than most is to off in la-la land most of the time so we all just read or to have conversations and Mr Hamlock well he is way too old. Never shaves, never showers, and never does any teacher or anything for that matter. Just says "get out the booklet and do the pages until it's done"! Closes his eyes and snores so loud we aren't sure how Mrs Clamington has heard him. As the principal you'd think she'd be onto it. This teacher though it is a little Strange. Miss Alice is her name but we haven't had her before. She introduced herself as the sub for our usual teacher, Mrs Claminton was with her but, I don't know it seems odd. Shaking my head, I'
Unknown POV I glanced up at the clock on the wall just as I left the classroom in a hurry. 2:50pm, ok I have an hour before lock in, as I call it. I don't have a phone, or even a watch, Demonic... I laugh to myself what a name honestly his parents must have thought he was a demon child just like he is as an old man. I swear with a name like that they hated him, they had to. No one would name their child that... would they? I pounded for a moment. I don't even think that is his real name but it's what I have been made to call him, I think to myself as I walk towards my locker.I look up slightly as I get closer to my locker not wanting to bump into anyone or give them an excuse to hit me or to insult me. I walk with my head down a lot. I don't like being stared at as everyone knows what I am, and I don't like making eye contact. The whispers and their thoughts are bad enough. I just want to shrink into myself most of the time. As soon as I do I know what they are thinking. Mind readi
Unknown POV I watched the events unfold in front of me in the hallway. I didn't get involved like always, I never do. I stay off to the side and keep away from her. I don't want to get too close; she might find out about me and how I feel for her and that wouldn't be good for either of us. The newcomer was rude and arrogant, in all honesty I wanted to go over and punch him, but as karma decided, I didn't have to. That's my girl I thought. Beautiful and shy but dangerous if pushed too far I thought as I watched her punch him right in the nose. I continued to watch their interaction, she was on fire, not only can she stand up for herself she is a little sarcastic too. Finishing their back and forth moment in the hallway, he was walking passed with Erica I swear I almost threw up. Trust arrogant preppy looking boys to be around their own."She doesn't even know who she is, it's a shame really, so beautiful too,"! I said out loud not meaning to. I turned and headed out the fire exit. E
Loclyn POV Standing in a new classroom full of new people again. It's starting to get old. Fourth school in two years. Yay. Not. I thought as the teacher ushered me to Introduce myself to these students. Do I really have to? I thought as I did the same routine as always. I started to introduce myself when I noticed a lonely looking skeleton of a girl at the back of the classroom. She wore a massive hoodie, it's way too hot for jumpers I thought to myself. No sooner, did I catch myself staring at this mysterious girl, she looked up enough for me to catch her eyes. Captivating that was the first thought I had. Her eyes were this Golden yellow, streaks of pearlescent, running through them like lighting shards. I've never seen that colour before. It had me entranced. They were beautiful and round. Her hair from what I could see was blonde, but the tips were a very light reddish pink. Strawberry blonde hair I corrected myself. She was stunning in every way and had my undivided attentio
Unknown POV Busting through the doors of the cafeteria still angry with the events of 10 minutes ago I saw Wendy look up at me. The smile had gone instantly, and her arms crossed over her chest. Not much startles this woman and I sure didn't but she doesn't like it when people are stomping around and sulking like I just did. "Sorry Wendy" I sing out to her on the other side of the cafeteria. "That's quite alright dear but don't make it a habit" she says in a gentle but firm way.Walking straight towards Wendy, who is the best lunch lady in the world. So beautiful and elegant even for her old age. Long blonde hair is always in a perfect bun. Gorgeous light blue eyes that sing with gentleness especially when she smiles. She is always well dressed and happy. Her smile, so soft and warm. She is what I would imagine a mother to look like. Her voice is soothing and calming. Her hands are smooth and soft to the touch. Just what I imagine a mother to sound and feel like. She was the anatom
Loclyn POV After watching her interaction with the lunch lady and listening to what was said, I had a smirk on my face. Of course, everyone wanted to find their mates. What did she mean by asking if she had one? Is she some sort of ninja mutant possum thing I wondered having a quiet little chuckle to myself. As she was leaving, I called out to her, but she didn't turn around or even acknowledge that she heard me. Maybe she didn't, but I swear she saw me. "Hmmm, a bit rude isn't she"? I said to no one. Maybe she was worried that I came just to abuse her or even hit her for breaking my nose just before. Either I could have sworn she saw me and heard me. I raced to the doors she just went through. At the back of the school, I thought furrowing my eyebrows. No one goes out the back of the school. There's nothing out there but the forest. Erica did say she lived outside the pack. Maybe that's the way to where she lives. It wasn’t something that is usually unheard, a student living ou