Alpha's Beloved Luna

Chapter 2

It was my health if you were wondering, why I didn’t have long to live. You see I wasn’t ill exactly, I didn’t have a serious illness which was slowly killing me. It was rather the way I was being treated, the constant beatings, the lack of food or sleep, the amount of work which was forced upon me – it all added up in the end. Like I said, I was nothing more than a slave to the pack who was supposed to respect me, love me and to keep me safe, and yet all I could do was suffer as I watched as everything slowly unwrapped around them.

I was 13 when I first noticed the symptoms of my far from healthy lifestyle. I knew it was slowly killing me, but I found it hard to care. Depressing I know, but it is unfortunately the honest truth of how I saw the situation. I was in constant pain, whether it was from the lack of sleep or over exhaustion I didn’t know. The amount of food I barely managed to salvage a few times a week was far from enough to support my high metabolism. You see us wolves ran hotter than most, both the fact that we had an inner wolf in addition to the fact shifting used a lot of calories and energy meant a large and high diet was necessary in our case. I didn’t get nearly enough, even for a human I was reaching the point where I found it impossible to eat more than a few small bites due to my body not being able to take it.

The lack of sleep was also something I knew was serious on its own, not only was it making it near impossible for me to actually walk long distances in a straight line but it was increasing the amount of headaches I was having. Werewolves didn’t normally get ill, due to the high metabolism and such but my diet was far from healthy. I was not only plagued with nightmares, but when I actually managed to drift off I was either violently awoken or I instinctively I thought I was going to be meaning I would jump awake in fright every time I managed to close my eyes and drift off. I hated it, but my sleeping pattern had been the same for years – even if it was gradually getting worse.

I didn’t think the pack realised that it would only be a matter of months until I finally collapsed and didn’t wake up, I doubt I would be missed though. They may have expected me to heal from each beating like a werewolf would normally do, it taking only a few hours, but I didn’t have the strength nor the energy to heal at such a rapid speed. Hell I could barely walk straight, I was constantly shaking whether it was from the lack of warm clothes I had or the fact my nerves were shot. Yep, my life didn’t exactly have a long expectancy.

It was a Monday morning when I was woken in the usual manner, the all-to-familiar feeling of ice-cold water crashing onto me in a harsh and painful manner. The feel of the icy liquid as it hit the thin sheet that was my bed, instantly soaking the thin material and hitting my body in a sudden rush as the feeling of my skin burning from the shock of the temperature causing me to gasp. I screamed the first few times they had done it, in both shock and pain but now only a gasp fell from my lips due to the fact I expected it.

“Get up!”

I didn’t bother to reply, they pretended not to hear a word that passed my lips anyway so why should I bother? I hadn’t spoken in the past years other than a small word here and there, I wasn’t a mute, I just didn’t have anyone to hear what I wanted to say.

The usual greeting made my head spin, my body still tingling as I painfully and stiffly pulled myself up from my position on the floor, my face screwing up into a painful cringe. I didn’t know why I bothered to keep going, it was clear I had nothing to live for but something was always stopping me from doing so. Every time I had reached for a pair of scissors or sat on the edge of a cliff something was telling me that it wasn’t my time, and foolishly I continued to believe it.

Getting ready didn’t take long, far from it since I didn’t have the energy, time nor care to bother with what I looked like. I wasn’t pretty, I wasn’t beautiful and I was far from attractive. I also looked nothing like my parents, both of them blonde as well as my fool of a brother, it was why they denied I was there daughter whenever neighbouring packs came to visit, it was when I was pushed to a corner and told to stay like an animal, like a pet that had done wrong!

I didn’t realise that this day was going to be the final event that would cause me to snap, that the fine thread I had been so carefully treading on would break and I would wish for death until later that day. It was shocking that it had not come sooner, but life was full of surprises, it was just in my case they were all far from positive things which added to my already miserable and f****d up life.