The Alpha's Warrior

"Hush pup, sh. You must be quiet" the same woman's voice cooed from down the hall of cells, I knew she had her pup with her and multiple more pups had been chucked in with her over the years. The one she was shushing had been sobbing since he had arrived, I knew he was a new boy as I couldn't recognise the cries. The guards had beaten the pup but that had only caused more crying from the poor boy. "If you stay quiet they won't hurt you" she murmurs and he starts to lessen the sobs, from the sounds of it she's kissing him; giving him a comfort only a mother can provide. I wonder where his mother is. Has she been taken to another cell block? Did she escape capture and is still in a pack, safe somewhere but without her baby? Or did they kill her for fighting back? I hear the footsteps echoing through the halls. It's only when we stop that I realise those footsteps were my own and the guards behind me - I was being dragged from solitary confinement to another torture session I suppose. Since the war had begun many females and pups had been stolen from packs to be brought here, though I am sure there are many other cell blocks like this scattered around. The witch who caused the war had not only used rogues to fight the wolves and lycans but stole the females and pups to stop our reproduction. She wanted to eradicate the race. I don't know how many years the war has went on for but when I was taken it had only been a year. I was 14. Now I am clueless as to what age I am let alone the year, month or day. I had fought as hard as I could since the first day; using the fighting techniques the pack had trained me with and the ones my parents instilled in me since I was young. My commitment to challenge the kidnappers only increased when my wolf came to me. The first shift is notorious for uncontrollable beasts to be unleashed as our wolves are being freed from their human counterpart for the first time. They go crazy, wanting to break free and be wild. They are angry and have an insatiable bloodlust. That situation was increased tenfold for me as I first shifted whilst in my fifth bout of solitary confinement so not only was I going crazy with being kept from all interaction but then my mad wolf joining me made the beast psychotic. I only remember waking up surrounded by headless guards and in a pool of blood, none of which was my own. When I tried to run, as my nature wanted me to, I was shot with silver for the hundredth time and collapsed. Since then I had been kept locked away for the most part, only let out to go to a torture session and often being joined by the cause of the war; Odelia. She was one of the last known witches to walk the earth and she was powerful. According to my pack elders she was able to control minds and cast spells, yet she hadn't been able to affect me. This is what intrigued her, she wanted to torture me so much so I would give in and join her cause. She's crazy. Now, as I am brought into the torture chamber and strapped to a silver table to be sliced and stabbed with silver and wolfsbane I scream, I cry, I feel every ounce of pain they intend to inflict. But again, I do not give in. I do not submit to this monster. Even when my mind and body are subject to this torture I have a limitless amount of resilience that will not let me give in to this b***h, nor to insanity or to death.