The Mute Runt

Prologue

Thousands of years ago a barrier was placed between the spirits that belong to the Dark. These are the spirits of Hate, Violence, and Anger as well as all things tied to them. For a long time there was peace, and security across the entire land.

What was unknown to those who cast the barrier was that the placing of such a barrier had an expected effect on them and therefore on the entire land.

For generations it was only mortal man, humans who lived in and on the land. But as time went on something caused a shift and the first dent in the barrier was made. Haloing’s returned to the land, both the Light and the Dark.

It is here that this book begins, it begins with a mute runt. Nameless, voiceless, abused, and broken, she would be the catalyst that alerted those who belong to the Light that something had gone wrong.

Darkness falls upon the land

Evil lies in the Dark hand

Hope has died

Peace has shattered

Love remains, but no longer matters.

Phoenix without a name

Nameless Phoenix, not to blame

Rage filled violent outburst

Love becomes cursed

Warriors of the Light are too few

Evil now reigns true

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She has always slept on cold concrete, chained to a wall behind solid silver bars. She had been told that her vocal cords and voice box had been removed at birth because she was a runt. Runts did not deserve to be heard, they did not deserve names, they only deserved to be beaten and used as slaves. They taught her sign language so that she could communicate, all wolves knew it by law. She often wondered who had decreed this, she heard her captures talking about a Haloing pack.

This is all that she can remember, this is all that she has ever known. She has no clear memory of her mother, of a father, of anybody providing kindness towards her. She does remember one thing clearly, the day that she was first sold. A man had come down to the dungeon with the one that she had learned to call “Alpha”, he looked her over and told the alpha “She is a runt, we have no use for runts. Do with her what you wish, just do not get caught by the Haloing pack.”

From that point forwards she was sold from pack to pack as a s*x slave, tortured and r***d daily. Once a year she would be sold to a new pack, sometimes she saw others who were also sold as slaves. She did notice one thing though, she was different, she had wings. Her owners had bound her wings when they first started to grow and they were only a source of constant pain for her, but she did wonder why others did not have wings. She had asked once, her owners simply told her that her wings were a curse. She would never shift to a wolf because of her wings, she was also a runt and would never have a mate.

While she had no voice she was capable of listening and had learned that when a shifter turns 18 they receive their beast, in her case a wolf. She wondered if her owners were right and she would not get a wolf, since she was a runt. She believed what her owners had always told her about having a mate, she would never have one. Even if she did have a mate, they would reject her because she was a runt. If they did not reject her they would simply use her for pleasure. She was informed that rejection was painful, and that if her mate did not reject her it would go easier on her if she just gave him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted. She also learned that those who were sold to the s*x trade were first sold at the age of 12.

Then came the day when a voice inside her mind told her that her owners had been wrong about one thing, she had a wolf. The day that she turned 18 was the day that she got her wolf, it was also the day that she escaped.