Her Powerful Witch Mate

First friend

A/N Trigger alert. This chapter depicts abuse and violence. Reader discretion is advisable.

5 year old Kirra was chatting with the old chef, Cinnamon. They were in the kitchen of their packhouse, “Nana, I want to have a hot chocolate. Can I get some hot chocolate please?”

“No baby. Not now. It is time to have your dinner.”

Kirra started whining and complaining. Soon it was a full-blown tantrum. Miro, the Beta’s 12 year old grandson, was passing through the kitchen. 

Cinnamon called him, “Miro honey, could you please take Kirra out and help her calm down? Alpha Waru and Beta Koen are in a meeting with your dad. They will all have dinner after that and I don't think they would appreciate a wailing child!”

“Sure Cinn, Nana,” he said and pulled an unwilling Kirra away. He took her to a hideout that he had prepared in the forest. It was a small cave hidden behind a grey box tree. He pushed her towards the wall and slapped her.

Stunned, she remained quiet. She was never hit before. Her cheek was stinging and she was terrified.

Miro bellowed, “if I hear a single sound, I will hit you more. This is my secret place and no one will be able to save you." He slapped her again, "My dad says that you are just a spoilt lass who killed her mother first and caused her father’s coma. Now, I am going to train you!”

She silently sobbed and stuttered, “I am go… going to tell grandpa.”

She felt a punch in her tummy. For a tiny 5 year old body the punch was painful even though it was from a 12 year old. 

"You b***h! If anyone gets to know about this, I will kill you. No one can save you. Your grandpa hates you and I will make sure that you are fed to the vampires.”

She shuddered. She knew that grandpa never spoke to her. She was too young to understand why her mom had passed away leaving her alone. Her usual time was spent in the kitchen at the packhouse with Cinn Nana. She went silent. Miro smirked and pulled her outside the cave.

That was the beginning of a childhood of abuse. Miro would take her to the cave whenever she made a mistake. It could be something as simple as her crying or laughing too loudly or singing or just about anything that he found annoying. He would rain punches on her making sure that the bruises were on the areas hidden by her clothing.

The playful young girl started growing up. She would remain scared, fidgety and quiet, never knowing what she was supposed to do to avoid the beatings. The more thrashing she got, the more control Miro gained over her.

He would say, “Your dad is almost dead and your grandpa hates you because you took his alpha away. Now his most powerful tribe is led by his beta's son. I will be the next leader and you will be my serving maid.” And she believed him.

With no one to tell her that she was loved, she built a wall around herself. 

She continued school but stayed quiet in class avoiding attention to herself. Didn’t want Miro to get offended. She stopped training because Miro insisted and he could be very forceful.

In their society, they usually found their wolves when they were teenagers. Their wolf would be their best friend. At eighteen they would shift the first time and then the search for their mate- the other part of their soul, would begin. The alphas found their wolves sooner and had their first shift sooner too. She did not. She was all alone.

When she was 10, Miro had tried to tell her that he would soon find his mate. He had also mentioned that he would want to keep their little secret to themselves. That day he had hit her with his belt, slashing into her skin. He had to make sure that she understood what he meant. He was mad that he was leaving school the next year for college and he wouldn't be able to wield his power on her inside the school anymore.

The following year he did not find a mate and that just made him madder.

She tried to avoid him as much as possible. She learnt of new places around her house to stay hidden. But good days were few and far between.

One day she had managed to remain hidden for the entire weekend. She wouldn’t be missed much because her grandpa was always busy. And frankly, he did hate her. In fact, he hated everyone since his mate, her grandma Adaliya had died in a witch attack in 1970.

She was 15 and lonely. Her wolf hadn’t awakened. She was sitting in her solitary self-confinement in a well-hidden hollow of an old eucalyptus tree. It was big enough to hide her tiny frame. She was reading her favourite book- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. She could access her school library and she loved fantasy books that helped her forget the real world.

She heard some twigs c***k and froze. Had Miro found her hideout? If he had reached here, he would be able to smell her. Her heart raced as she heard the sound come nearer. Suddenly it stopped.

Within a fraction of a second, a strong brown arm held her hair and pulled her out. She screamed and fell on the forest floor as a kick landed on her belly.

“b***h! You found a good place to hide. 2 days I have been looking for you!! 2 days!!” He looked angry. He took his belt out to flog her.

She cried in pain, “Miro please! What have I done now? I was out of your way. I was just reading.”

“I wanted you in front of my eyes. You lost two days of training!” He bent down and held her jaw roughly in his hand. “Look at me you pathetic little bitch.”

Her tearful grey eyes looked at him in fear.

“You should not have come here,” he said with a weird expression. His eyes were darker than usual. He tried to pull her up and holding the neckline of her T-shirt but it tore, exposing her breasts. She hadn’t started wearing a bra yet. 

His eyes darkened and he said in a sinister tone, “you have grown insolent. I am going to put you in your rightful place.” He tore her pants off.

That’s when she heard her wolf the first time. She sounded scared, “Kirra run! He is going to r**e you. Get up and run.”

She scrambled and tried to get up. He s*****d her butt and tore the panty off. “Don’t do this. Let me go. Please let me go. I will do as you say.” She pleaded.

“So do. Take my d**k in your mouth and do what a b***h is supposed to do.”

She felt repulsed and tried to get up and run. He jumped on her and turned her around. He started roughly biting her boobs. With one hand he held her hands up and scratched her thighs with the other. He moved that hand towards her v****a.

She shouted, “get off me, you bastard.” He moved his hand from her thigh and slapped her. Her lip cut open.

She heard a terrifying screech and Miro was pulled off her. 

She saw the most beautiful woman in black leather pants hold Miro’s neck and punch him. Her full sleeves leather top ended just below her bust exposing her thin ivory waist. Her long straight jet black hair flying all around her as she gave Miro a back kick. Realising that there was someone else around him, he shifted. 

His wolf was dull brown and huge. He started fighting fiercely. Kirra knew that he was a good fighter. She felt her body healing slightly faster. Must be because of her wolf who had thankfully awakened. She looked in awe as the woman’s blood-red eyes sparkled in mirth while fighting with the wolf.

Kirra felt a ripple of pain run through her body. She shouted madly as she felt her bones realign and she shifted too. It was her first and it was very painful. It was in the worst of circumstances but she felt elated. She jumped alongside the woman to fight her abuser. When Miro saw that he was outnumbered, he ran away.

The woman with the red eyes turned to Kirra, “You are amazing! How did you manage to shift when you were so badly injured?”

Kirra in her wolf form nudged and licked her. She laughed. It was the most melodious laughter Kirra had ever seen. She felt happy being near this stranger. She shifted back. She tried to cover her nakedness with her hands. The woman hugged her, “My name is Scarlet. As you can see, I am a vampire.” She stepped back and stared at the marks on Kirra’s body.

Kirra felt self-conscious. She retrieved a hoodie and a pair of shorts from her hollow. She had stashed some spare clothes just in case she stayed for long. 

She turned to Scarlet and said, “thank you for saving me today. I am Kirra and I am a werewolf.”

“Figured out as much, big bad wolf,” chuckled Scarlet.

Kirra was again mesmerised by the laughter. She did not know how to laugh freely. “You are beautiful.” She said.

“So are you babe. Now, will you tell me what is going on here? I wandered off to this part of the forest to look for some animal blood and I got your exquisite smell. Before I could find you the scumbag had reached and started roughing you up.” Kirra must have looked scared, so she continued, "don't get me wrong. I don't drink werewolf blood. In fact, I am on an animal blood diet and feed only on donated blood when my thirst for human blood is uncontrollable."

Kirra told her the story of her life. Scarlet was a good listener. She offered to train Kirra in fighting, “you need to be able to defend yourself, babe. Nobody deserves to be treated like this.”

“But everyone hates me. I killed my mum. My dad’s in a coma because of me.” Kirra said with tears in her eyes.

“Hold on,” said Scarlet, “don’t let those precious drops fall. Whatever be the situation, no one has the right to hurt you. You are not responsible for what happened to your parents. You were just a newborn!” She hugged her again.

That day was the best one ever in Kirra’s life. She got her wolf, she got her first friend and she started to deal with her fear.

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