Spirit Wolf

Chapter 02

Samantha

My first night in the room was long and hard. It wasn't just the state of the room that kept me up, the state of my heart also made it impossible for me to sleep. I hadn't mourned my parents properly and I never knew if I would ever get the chance to. The image of my mother's wolf was burned into my memory. I wondered if she escaped.

Glover had betrayed my father and eradicated my entire family. My whole world changed that night and the most painful part of it was I could never speak of it to anyone to keep my identity a secret.

There was a knock on my door the next morning. A girl was sent to bring me clothes. They were used and did not fit well but I appreciated the generosity of the pack. 

The people at the packhouse were not welcoming. They looked at me with suspicion. Finding food that morning was impossible. The cook had deliberately locked the kitchen to prevent me from getting something to eat. At first, I thought it was by mistake but when I asked for food, the woman told me to go and get something to eat in the wilderness, after all that was where I came from. She also referred to me as a rogue and told me she hopes I leave their settlement when I get my wolf.

Her words were hurting but she wasn't the only one that was cruel to me in that place. Everybody was mean and nasty. I had to do my chores with an empty stomach. The fact that I was not fed while I was locked up did not help my matter. I wondered how much longer I would have to without food.

Luckily for me, while I was emptying the trash I found a couple of half-eaten sandwiches. I immediately looked around to be sure no one was watching. I picked all the sandwiches and went to eat them in my room. It was sandy but satisfying. I began to weep as soon as I finished eating them. I never knew a time would come when I would have to eat from the trash. This was my life now and it wasn't pleasant.

They came to call me for dinner in the evening. I was surprised because of the way I was treated in the morning. Although I was invited, I wasn't allowed to eat until everyone had been fed. So once again I was left with the leftovers. It wasn't just me this time around there were three of us. The only good part about the dinner was that it wasn't sandy and didn't come from the trash.

"How are you settling in." One of the girls asked me. She was older. I could tell that she was twenty. Her fully developed body indicated she would soon get her wolf and her mate. She didn't look cared for and her eyes were hollow and dead there was no more warmth in her eyes. Was this how I would look in five years? I thought to myself. I began to dread the years that were to come.

I was the youngest of three rogues in the pack. Jessy was 17 years and Alisa was twenty. Alisa intended to leave once her wolf came.

The girls taught me how to survive in the pack. We ate leftovers and mended worn and torn clothes to wear. I was able to fix up my room with things I found in the trash. No matter how nice I made the room it still looked like a room full of junk. The roof leaked during the rainy seasons and there was no heat to keep me warm through the winter.

The younger pack members picked on us often especially me, since I was the latest addition. Living there was hell but the pain of losing my family and not knowing what happened to my mother was greater.

Slowly days turned into weeks and weeks into months. I was gradually becoming numb to my pain and situation.

11 months in the pack...

Someone barged into my room and dragged me out. I could not make out what was going on cause my mind was still foggy from sleep.

"lay her down over here!" I heard a hard voice command. It was cold and raining. I looked around and they were all wearing their raincoats. I was the only one soaking wet. A man violently held my face so I could look at him.

" Where are they?" he demanded. I was confused. I did not know what he was talking about.

"It needs some motivation to speak " I heard a voice say. I immediately knew who it was. I knew it was Alex. He was the only one that referred to rogues as it. He was twenty-one years old. He was the son of the Alpha. He usually helped his father with certain duties. I began to fear because I knew he was ruthless and the few times that I met him were unfortunate and unpleasant.

Alex

I was tired of the way my father showed the rogues pity and kindness. They were labeled rogues for a reason and now my father will come to terms with it.

The stupid and inconsiderate things had stolen a family heirloom and cash from my parent's room when they went in to clean the place. The moonstone they stole was the pack's good luck charm. We knew bad things would happen if we did not recover it. I needed this rogue to tell me where it was and I was determined to get the information out of her.

"Make her understand we are not playing" I ordered the guard that held her to the ground.

Samantha

The whip came down hard on my skin. The pain was blinding. I had never been flailed in my life. This was the first time and the pain was unbearable.

"Why, Why ?" I began to cry. Clueless about what had happened. The thrashing stopped and Alex spoke to me.

"Where are your rogue friends?" he asked.

"In their rooms" I replied between sobs and he laughed.

"Do we look like fools to you?" he asked. "Your friends have stolen the pack's moonstone and some money. Where are they?" he demanded.

My eyes widened at his statement. Every pack had a unique moonstone. It was believed to be a gift from the moon goddess herself. What had Jessy and Alisa done? Where were they? I was confused.

Alex

I could read the confusion in the rogue's eyes. There was a probability that she wasn't a part of this but unfortunately for her, I was going to make her a scapegoat until the moonstone was recovered and the two thieves had been brought to justice.

"Take her away " I ordered.

I formed a search party, each wolf with a scent of the remaining two rogues, to search and find them outside the settlement. I knew they hadn't gotten far but we also had to move quickly to increase our chances of finding them.