ABUSED, SCARRED, SCARED AND FINALLY REJECTED?

The Beginning

I’m a werewolf. You’d probably think that means strong, undefeatable and un-afraid. Well you’d be wrong. While that is true for most werewolves, I’m the runt of my pack- that means I get treated differently, looked down upon and I am most definitely afraid.

It wasn’t always like this, I used to be strong, but when you get beaten up enough and your only family member turns their back on you the fight slowly leaves your system and you give up!

Hi my name is Amelia, I’m 14 years old and I’m going to tell you my story. How I came to be the runt of my pack and how my own brother turned his back towards me.

When I was only a few months old, my brother (Logan) and I were abandoned near the border of the Lock Heart Pack. No one knows who left us there or why we were left there. The Alpha (Marcus) and the Luna (Victoria) found us alone and crying. My brother who was only 4 years old at the time was holding on to me fiercely and didn’t let the Luna or Alpha take me from his arms. 

The Alpha and Luna were kind and immediately took us abandoned pups into their own pack, little did I know that my whole life would be turned upside down to hell because of this one simple act. 

You see what I didn’t know at that point was that the Luna had never wanted to take us (well mostly me) into her pack, but the Alpha had the final decision and didn’t want to abandon such young pups in the wild for any rogue to attack which would lead to our early demise. Sometimes I wish he would have. Dying would have been better than the abuse I have to face everyday.

The first few years in the pack were fine. My brother almost never left me alone- just the same way he had refused to hand me to anyone else when we were found. We treated the Alpha and Luna like our own parents, and while my brother had some memories of our birth parents, they grew dim over the years. 

The Alpha and Luna had a son Asher, he was the same age as Logan, the two of them grew close very fast and were my everything initially. They doted on me and I basically got everything I wanted from them. I would follow them everywhere and rather than minding a little girl doing everything they were, they used to encourage it. Anyone who said anything to me was yelled at and put in their place by Logan and Asher. No one but them and Asher’s parents were allowed to touch or hold me. 

Even when I started going to school they would make sure that one of them dropped me to every class and picked me up when cool was over. Saying they were simply protective of me would be an understatement. I was loved, adored and most of all HAPPY. I wish things had stayed the same. I wish that I could have realised everything sooner.

My enslavement, abuse and finally my torture started off subtly and slowly when I was at the mere age of 5. No one saw it coming. No one could have believed at that point how my life would turn out. If someone came from the future to tell me that I would become the runt I would have laughed and thought they were crazy. I wish I hadn’t been so dependent on my “brother” and Asher.