Three a.m

The time I had been dreading. He struts in like he owns the place, well he does, and smirks at me. I mentally cringe at the through of what's about to happen to me. I can't fight him, no he's too strong.

Who might I be talking about? My so called alpha.

An alpha is the leader of a pack of werewolves who is suppose to protect and love his pack with all his heart, but alpha John isn't a good alpha.

Every day at three a.m. he comes to my room and takes me down to the cells and brutally beats me. Your probably wondering why, why would an alpha who is suppose to love his pack members? That I do not know.

I came to this pack when I was 6 years old after my mother was raped and murdered in front of me as well as my father beaten to death. I have nightmares about it every night. The pain, the terror in their eyes for me. I can still hear them screaming at me to run.

I did. I know what I coward thing to do, but I was six, I didn't know any better. I ran and ran until I came across this pack, Blue Crescent.

My six year old