KEANA
"Keana, come down here, now" Uncle Ryan bellowed from downstairs, why he was shouting was a mystery.
But I don't like that.
Uncle Ryan is not a nice person to me and anytime he shouts like this, means I am in trouble.
I rose from the bed with a speed I didn't know I possessed and ran down the hallway, my head hung low throughout my walk.
The dim light across the corridor made it hard for me to see clearly, the cold air of the morning slipped through my skin, making me shiver slightly.
"Yes sir" I answered, my head bent low as I reached his presence. He was sitting in a slightly dim corner, hiding from the morning sun that had just begun to form. His large frame swallowed the couch.
I saw him slowly rise from his seat and make his way towards me but I made sure, I didn't raise my head to meet his eyes, that would only result in punishment.
Uncle Ryan's heavy footsteps echoed as he approached. "Keana," he said, his voice low and threatening, "we're leaving in twenty minutes. Get yourself ready."
I swallowed hard, nodding, but still avoiding his gaze. My heart raced, wondering where he was taking me this time. Uncle Ryan never took me anywhere good.
As I turned to head back upstairs, Aunt Claire walked into the room. Her presence gave me comfort though I knew she could do little against Uncle Ryan's tyranny. She was carrying a tray with a steaming cup of tea and a plate of toast, her brow furrowed with concern.
"Ryan," she began softly, placing the tray on a side table, "where are you taking her this early?"
He glared at her, clearly annoyed by the interruption. "Mind your own business, Claire," he snapped, but his hand moved to my side, rubbing it with a possessive familiarity that made my stomach churn. "Keana knows better than to question me."
Aunt Claire's eyes flickered with helplessness as she looked at me, but she didn't press further. "Keana, dear, you should eat something before you go," she said gently, trying to offer sympathy as that was the least she could do
I nodded again, barely hearing her. My mind was already racing with thoughts of what was to come. I quickly turned and rushed back to my room, the cold air and the now bright light making the journey up the stairs feel like an eternity.
Once inside, I closed the door behind me and leaned against it, taking a moment to catch my breath. My hands shook as I pulled on jeans and a sweater, not caring much about what I wore. I just needed to be ready.
Ten minutes later, I was back downstairs, a knot of dread tightening in my stomach. Uncle Ryan was waiting by the door, his expression impatient. Aunt Claire stood nearby, her hands clasped together, worry etched on her face.
"Let's go," Uncle Ryan barked, and without another word, I followed him out the door,with my black polythene bag of little clothes I had in my hand, feeling Aunt Claire's anxious gaze on my back.
I turned back slowly to meet her gaze. She put her fingers in her mouth as she chewed away a habit she always indulged in when she got nervous.
Uncle Ryan mounted his horse and I was left to walk alongside, as that is what slaves do with their masters.
The journey to wherever Uncle Ryan was taking me was definitely long, I could feel my whole body sore, and my foot ached from the distance I had just walked.
I looked back at the now-distant land I had grown up in, and a bugging feeling inside me felt like I wasn't coming back.
Living with Uncle Ryan, after my parent's death, has been the worst moment of my life.
Uncle Ryan is known in the whole Gateway Pack, he is the Beta of Alpha Deen.
He is the biggest tyrant in the whole pack, he walks and dines on people's fear, and treats Omegas like trash.
I sure as hell isn't an Omega but I have been away from practice for so long, it makes me question my strength.
As my father's only brother, I was given to him to take care of but Uncle Ryan did nothing but torture me, prevent me from going out to meet my peers, stop Abby my best friend from visiting, and punish me for any slight mistake.
I tried to challenge him most of the time but there was little I could do, as he would bound me in silver and make me cry in pain.
Uncle Ryan is a terrible figure, whose presence alone chills the entire room. He is known for his ruthless ways, always scheming to further his own interests, regardless of the cost to other people.
His eyes, cold and empty of empathy, betray a lifetime of deceit and manipulation. He walks on the fear and pain of those around him, using intimidation and violence to maintain control.
After a long time of walking, I perceived the smell of smoke and heard some light chattering from afar.
As werewolves, our sense of smell and hearing was sharp, and some people could hear the feelings of someone and other gifts from different people.
I didn't know what mine was since I had been confined Into the house five years after my eighteenth birthday.
We finally approached some tough-looking men, with the smell I caught from them, they weren't members of any close pack.
Ryan stepped down from the horse, hooked its rope around a tree, and ordered me to halt as he approached the men who seemed to have been expecting him.
I saw him point at me while talking to the man who seemed to be the leader here. He held a whip in his hand.
I don't want to be here, uncle should hurry up.
Suddenly I noticed two fierce-looking men approaching me, their expressions far from friendly.
Then my uncle made his way towards his horse, not sparing me a look as he tucked something into his pocket.
The men grabbed me roughly and pushed me forward toward their leader.
"Uncle what's going on" I asked, my eyes wide open with fear but he was already moving with his horse.
"Uncleā¦" I screamed again, this time louder
The large man who I presumed to be the leader, stepped in front of me an
d sneered at me in the most evil way possible as I let out a nerve-wracking scream.
"Uncle Ryannnn"