"You tell anyone, and I'll fucking kill you."
He snarled, his hot breath fanning against my face.

The only sound was that of a zipper being done up, and the rhythmic thudding of his boots against the stone floor as he headed towards the door, slamming it behind him.

I didn't scream.
I didn't cry.

I didn't need to.
There was no point, he knew I didn't want him to do it.

Screaming wouldn't stop him,
Crying wouldn't stop him.

Nothing,
-there nothing I could do to stop him.

Because he was a guard,
-And I, an inmate...

No more then scum, much less then an actual person.
-A living, breathing, human being.

In their eyes, I didn't have feelings, I didn't feel pain.

Because that was all they wanted to see, they didn't want to see the aftermath of the destruction and havoc they inflicted upon me and my body.

Their eyes blind to their own cruelties, and turning a blind eyes against someone else's.

Because I didn't matter.
I didn't feel.

They believed I didn't feel, and then eventually... so did I.
There was only one person that ever helped me, I dare not speak his name.
He taught me to turn off my humanity, to shut the window on the pain I felt. Ignoring my emotions, becoming the cold monster that they hand sculpted me to be.
Though he was just as crazy as I was.
He had a voice in his head, much like mine. Telling him to kill, to kill every Luna.
I never under stood what he meant by Luna.
Until now...

***

I was alone when I awoke, jolting suddenly upright and rubbing my eyes.

He wasn't here.
He left me.

The one simple promise he made, he broke.
Maybe, he thought I would want this?
-and in some crude way, I did. But it was taking everything I had within me to keep the anger and hatred fresh and raw, it kept slowly diminishing, fading into the desires of my wolf to be with her mate in every way she could.

I was broken,
I was the exact person I always swore I would never be.
Pathetic and defeated.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and tried to get up, only to trip over an object lying beside my bed on the floor.

"Can you not." He grumbled, his deep voice and still coated with a the symptoms of sleep.

"What the fuck!" I screamed, flying to the edge of the room out of instinct, ripping a lamp off the desk and brandishing it in front of me like a weapon.

There, on the floor lay the Alpha. Still in his clothes from the previous day, rubbing his eyes and yawning.

Even though he had just woken up, his sculpted features still looked like utter divine perfection, his hair slightly tousled by sleep, but not messy.

"What the fuck exactly, why'd have to stand on me?" He grumbled, standing up and stretching his arms, my wolf didn't fail to notice the way his shirt clung to his abdomen, revealing rows of hard muscles.

"I didn't mean to!" I spat, my cold exterior returning once more. "What the fuck are you doing in here anyways, get out!"

His face flashed with hurt, before he masked it with his usual stony, austerity.

"You don't remember, do you?" He looked almost sad.

Almost.

"What are you talking about, you're clearly deranged." I laughed sadistically.

Hades' face fell, his jaw clenched and his fists balled tightly. "You talk in your sleep you know."

Something within me snapped, like a tightly coiled spring just waiting to release. Pan nick flooded through me, I could have said anything in my sleep without realising it.

"Leave." I snarled, I didn't see how it was any of his business, I remembered what happened last night.

He saw me in my moment of utter weakness.
-The only time I would ever show weakness again.

You start acting weak, and people feel as if they know you, trust you. But they don't.

They don't know me.
No one does.

And no one ever will.

Because trust leads to weakness, and weakness leads to a tattooed target on your back.

-And only thick skin and blind eyes would protect you from the hellfire of arrows that was yet to come.

Anger bubbles within me.
Anger at the emotions that the beast made me feel.
How dare me.

My rage grew like a vicious fire, trying to consume everything in my wake.

I had to get out of there.
I had to go for a run, to calm my wolf.

I ran through the house and to the woods and I didn't stop until my feet met with the familiar dirt of the wood.

The air was light and fresh, the scent of lemon grass and sage lingering somewhere close by.

My wolf was strong, pushing to the forefront of my mind, a pain that demanded to be felt.

My vision spun and stars began to dot the edges of my vision from her strong presence.

She wanted control.
She wanted to rampage.
I could feel it.

Her bloodlust running high, an all consuming hunger.

I tried to run deep enough into the wood that if she tried to rampage, there would hopefully be no one near enough to feel her psychotic wrath.
God forbid.

I fell to my knees with a cry as she shoved her way through, taking control of my body, skin shifting to fur in a horrid symphony of cracking bones and pained screams.

'Stop!' I scream at her. 'I'm not ready! We're too close to the pack house!'

But she didn't listen.
-She didn't care.

I soon stood on four limbs instead of two.

My vision was dark, almost to the point of blacking out, but I had to hold on, I couldn't let her black me out and kill another innocent.

Her paws pounded against the hard forest floor, leaping over called trees and thundering through the undergrowth.

She could hear sounds up ahead.
Prey.
I tried desperately pulling on the reins the bound us together, but she was numb, insensitive to any pull.

She pushed forward, leaving me desperately clinging on to the little control I had left.

She ground to a halt, lowering her body to the floor until she was almost crawling among the fallen leaves.

It was a She-wolf.
Alone in the clearing ahead.

She was decently build but the edges of her cream fur were greying slightly, age being her downfall.
The scent of lemon grass and sage was almost suffocating, hanging heavy in the air like a drug.

My wolf crept forward, but the She-wolf blue eyes snapped to attention as a twig snapped from beneath my wolf.

She knew.

My wolf pounced, muscled legs pushing against the upturned soil in a deadly leap.

I could feel her pushing me out, winning the battle as I began to fade into the darkness.

The last thing I saw was the fear that flashed through the eyes of the wolf before my jaws clamped shut around her neck.

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