Zelena. So much has happened in such a short time. And it really has been a short time, I first met Gunner just shy of five months ago. That is when my life completely flipped upside down. I went from being an abused, quiet and disconnected little girl, to a strong and powerful woman. So far, I have found out that I’m a Werewolf, the man I thought was my father isn’t my father, and I have a soulmate. I found a family and a home. I have made friends, and I have lost friends. I have discovered that I am capable of wielding unimaginable power, gifted to me by my descendant, the Moon Goddess. I went from being all alone, to having multiple strong and everlasting connections. I have fought for what I have come to love, and I have killed to keep it. Now I sit here, in front of the woman who claims to be my mother, destined to soon become a mother myself. With all that has changed already, I know there is still more to come. I can feel it in the air, ther
Zelena. "We must have had a spy in the pack, a traitor, someone selling information to the hunter clan” said Lunaya, “You really think one of your pack members betrayed you?” Gunner interjected, “There is no other explanation. Besides, it can’t be too hard to believe, you yourself had a spy. Artemis was working with the Origin Alpha” “Working with another pack
Zelena. After a moment, I had nothing left. I stopped screaming and took a deep breath. I kept my eyes closed and continued to take slow,deepand soothing breaths. “Do you feel better now?” a soft feminine voice said with agiggle. I sat up and shielded my eyes fromthe sun.AsIlooked up,I foundone of the people I wanted to see least of all right now. I huffed and flopped back down on the grass. She chuckled and satdown next to me.
Zelena. I laid in Gunner’s arms as his fingers gently traced circles over my bare back. The house was quiet at this time of night, letting the sounds of the forest slip through the open window. It was peaceful, listening to the insets and other forest animals sing through the night. Just as peaceful as the gentle caress of Gunner’s hand over my skin. The sparks and tingles that heis able toinflict on me, is still the most wonderful sensation. A sensation that I hope never goes away. I turned my head and nuzzled my nose against his firm and perfectly hairless pectoral muscle. I spattered kisses across his chest as I worked my way up to the place that my mark sat. I poked out my tongue and let the tip run along the raised scar. Gunner groan
Zelena.After a while I had become very uncomfortable, and my body was screaming for food. The sobbing had stopped, but my fear of being without Gunner was still the main focal point of my mind.“Can I put you down now?” Gunner’s voice whispered softly,“Yes” I answered after a deep breath. Gunner placed my feet back on the ground but kept his arms around my shoulders. My stomach grumbled loudly, breaking the silence of our combinedsadness.
!!!! TRIGGER WARNING !!!! CONTAINS RAPE !!!! WG-02. Some time ago. I've dealt with a lot up until this point. I'm proud to say that through it all, I have not broken. All my life I've known pain. I've grown up on it. Lived it, learnt it, tasted it. I know pain. I have been pushed to the furthest limits imaginable. Both in mind and body. And I've still not broken. I am stronger because of how far I have been pushed. I have endured and survived more than anyone else possibly could. I have beenmouldedinto the ultimate weapon, created from pain to cause havoc. I am the shadow in the dark, the monster under the bed. I am the bringer of death. Nothing could ever break me. But this... This is unlike anything else that I have endured before. This is beyond the point of physical pain and mental torture. This is worse. This is a line I was naive enough to believe would never be crossed. This
Whiskey.I struggled to my feet and swallowed the whimper that nearly came out. No crying. Monsters don’t cry. One lashing for one tear.Growing up, Ilearned quickly not to cry. The scars on my back are a testament to my lesson. One tear, one lashing. My scars are years old now. No tears mean no lashings, so I letnonefall. I limped to the small sink in the corner of my room and turned on the tap. As per usual, the water was freezing. I cupped my small hands under the stream to catch the water, then gently placed my face into the collected water. I ran my wet fingers over my beaten face, letting the moister wash away the blood. I cupped my hands again and washed more water over my face. I did this until the water that dripped from my face lost its red tinge.
Whiskey. If I change without permission, the punishments that I endure are unlike anything else. They have this purple liquid, and when they inject it into me, it’s like I am burning from the inside out. It's the worst punishment by far. “Oh, please give me a reason to hurt you” Spencer sneered down at me. Heknelt downbeside me, right next to my face. He grabbed my chin and turned my head so that I would look at him. “Show me the monster, then I can really have my fun with you. Johnny Boy had his turn last night, now I want mine” he hissed