Boom!
Bang!
Bash!
Sounds echoed in the dark as I scurried along as I ran for my life. I had not the slightest idea of where I was going but I knew why all this was happening. The cold wind blew in my face making my already tear stained face even more ghastly than it already was as the newly poured out tears froze. The freezing water where my feet waded made my toes sting due to the below zero temperature. If this could get any worse than it already was, I would be pushed over the edge to the brink of my sanity.
"Why me?"
This question constantly threw itself around the balcony of my subconscious, reminding me of how I was a lesser being and unwanted from birth. Yes, even at birth, I was unwanted by my parents as they threw me away to unknown people to raise me. Though the couple was nice to me, I could not help hearing the whispers that would usually float to my ears via wind.
"I am tired, Alec. That boy is going to ruin my children." The woman I had called mother for ten years said once and I managed to catch it in the wind. As little as I was, I could understand that I was not wanted by anyone so I kept to myself. Unlike other kids, I liked boys. It didn't seem strange to me but other parents found it uncomfortable. To make matters worse, I was an orphan who was just being fostered so I could easily be given away.
Her words broke any hope of me ever feeling any attachment to anyone. I had rather not get close. That night, I remember, I cried a lot. Not because of how hurt I was by her words but because I was mad at the moon goddess.
I cried my heart out while cursing all those who hated me and who harmed me in any way. There was a great storm that night, almost like Diana was angry at my accusations and curses but I didn't mind. If only I had known…
*
"Look at you, acting like a wuss! At your age, I was hunting tigers and antelopes yet here you are acting like you are just a pup! A disgrace to our kind!" yells Edward, my new caretaker.
This night four years ago was when I was in bed, cursing the moon goddess while rogues attacked our pack that led to the death of the family I was with at the time. Seeing as I was the only one who survived, everyone called me a curse and isolated me.
All the orphaned kids were supposed to be given to any willing caretakers but no one wanted me except the drunkard, Edward Higgins. I had lived with him for four years and I couldn't wait to leave this place. It was real hell.
"I am talking to you and you are zoning out! How dare you?" he yelled at me, pulling me out of my thoughts in time to see the hand coming towards me and then came the barrage.
He beat me, he always did and even when I reported to my beta, nothing changed. I got used to it. It was useless to fight back. I got so used that when I turned eighteen, I still hadn't met my wolf in person.
I had seen him in my dreams and subconscious but that was it. The pack doctor said it was because of my trauma that he wouldn't come out and he recommended therapy and I trusted him. If only I had known…
*
"Darren, it is time for that massage I have been telling you about." Said the doctor, Mr. Henry. He was a tall guy with a scrawny build for a werewolf. He had auburn hair and liked to wear glasses even though as a wolf, he never needed them. At first glance, Henry looked a nice guy with a warm smile yet beneath it lay a monster that was far more vicious than anyone could ever know. Most people in the pack had gotten wind of his lecherous ways, all except for naïve Darren and he was about to fall into a trap.
"A massage? Will that help with the night mares?" Darren asked, eyes twinkling with curiosity.
Maybe it was because of a lack of warmth since he grew up all alone but Darren easily fell for Henry's lies.
"Yes, it will. Now just strip and let me handle the rest." said Henry with a glint in his eyes that Darren failed to notice.
It seemed to be the glint of an evil doer and predator, Darren was the prey.