Alpha's Beloved Luna

Chapter 4

“Aw, is the freak not answering me?” he continued to taunt, it being nothing I hadn’t heard before as I ignored the sniggers which erupted from all around the room. Surprisingly though it didn’t seem to be as loud as usual even though everyone was present, perhaps they were growing up after all and seeing that picking on an unhealthily thin girl who was only at the young age of 16 was nothing more than pathetic and cruel…one can only hope.

Again I didn’t answer, knowing that all he wanted to hear was the silence. It was kind of amusing if you thought about it deeply enough, that he was content to simply talk to himself when he spoke to me, clearly not wanting me to reply. Like I said, it was sadly amusing.

“Go get dinner ready b***h, and don’t think about eating anything either your fat enough as it is!” he snapped before shoving me in the direction of the kitchen, my hand reaching out to steady my heavily shaking form as I held onto the door frame for dear life, not wanting to lose my balance and collapse onto the ground. I knew no one would help, like I said I was the runt of the pack, the one that nobody wanted around but heavily depended on to run their lives. It was pathetic, but I didn’t have long left to suffer through it before my health finally caught up with me and I was buried 6ft under.

After making everyone their food, it taking longer than expected due to my shaky hands making it practically impossible to use a knife safely, meaning my hands were raw and bleeding by the end of it. Thankfully I didn’t get any crap for it though, but then again it wasn’t until it was time for me to go to bed, my form of near collapsing that the thin cord I was hanging onto snapped.

The pack seemed to think that it would be funny to ruin the one thing that I cared about, the one thing that brought any kind of happy thoughts into my mind whenever I thought about it. It was my happy place, but the heartless bastards destroyed it without a second thought.

It was a single flower which I had growing in a pot in my room; I had managed to keep it alive for years which was an accomplishment in itself. It was a large white daisy, nothing special but it was mine. I loved flowers, how beautiful and free they were, how they provided the bees with pollen to help them make honey. I thought they were amazing, bringing brightness to my day every time I stared at it when I sat alone in the tiny room which represented my bedroom.

I remembered the first time I saw it when I ran through the woods, sneaking it up to my room as I brushed the petals of the large daisy whenever I was in a particularly bad mood. It was my safe haven you could call it, yet when I saw it smashed on the floor in the centre of the room I knew there was nothing left holding me here.

You may be thinking that it was kind of sad I was reacting like this over a simple flower, not even an elegant one at that. But think about it though, if you had literally nothing apart from the single object which brought you any sense of happiness only to be destroyed, wouldn’t it push you over the edge?

I couldn’t help the sob which fell from my lips as I fell down onto my knees, my shaky hands reaching out to brush the ruined petals as I broke down right there and then. I couldn’t help it, my body shaking with the force of my whimpers and cries as I heard everyone downstairs laugh at my reaction to destroying such a stupid object. But what would they know, they had a family, a mate, friends….I now had nothing!

I couldn’t do this anymore; I knew I couldn’t stay here any longer. So with that I grabbed the rags which I had no choice but to call my clothes and waited until everyone was asleep. I didn’t bother to leave a note as I dashed out into the snow; they could rot in hell for all I cared.

The harshness of the night immediately started having an effect on my already weak and brittle form: my body shaking violently and I knew I wouldn’t make it through the night under these conditions. The snow was inches high, the thin and holey shoes I had on already socked through as I trudged across the already thick and icy snow. I was freezing, but the simple thought that it would all be over soon warmed me more than it should have. I shouldn’t think of such depressing thoughts, but in my constant unloved and tired mood it was hardly surprising was it?

So with that I carefully tied the ratted material to my ankle before crying out as I shifted into my pure white wolf, the only colour on my thick coat being that one of my paws and my right ear was a deep black making me look anything but dangerous.

It unfortunately hurt me as I shifted formed, phasing shouldn’t have been painful for a wolf, but with my poor health and the fact it had been a while since I had been in this form it was expected under the circumstances. The pain I knew wouldn’t fade, I was far too weak to heal but my wolf kept me company even if she was her usual quiet self. Unlike myself she wasn’t broken, though she craved a mate so she had the will to live.