Chasing the Red Wolf Book II: The One to Blame

PROLOGUE part 2: Triggering Event

Therefore, Elder Kylian decided to start complimenting them and request a tour of the pack.

Luna Lilah jumped at the idea and even took Elder Kylian to the pack school as part of the grand tour. When Luna Lilah was taken away for a few minutes by the pack principal and assistant principal. Elder Kylian quickly asked a teacher and the office secretary, "What classroom can I find Stormy Paris Beckington in?"

They nervously informed him I had been withdrawn from school. It was rather unfortunate, because I was a very bright child. Supposedly, now I was being homeschool inside the packhouse.

When Luna Lilah came back, Elder Kylian asked to go back to the packhouse for a quick nap before he left. He had to get on the road soon in order to visit five other packs.

However, once Elder Kylian got to the packhouse, he requested to see my room. He was begrudgingly taken to a broom closet that had a small folding cot inside and a trash bag full of my clothes. Elder Kylian could scent that even though my smell was in the broom closet, it was old. I had not been in that tiny room for a very long time.

Alpha Nathaniel (Nat) Blackwood quickly showed up with my grandparents, demanding Elder Kylian stop putting his nose in family business and to go to Alpha's office. Nevertheless, Elder Kylian immediately contacted the Elder Council. Elder Kylian reported a missing minor she-wolf that he believed was in danger, and he requested back up. Then, Elder Kylian informed them that he intended to search the entire territory looking for me. They were livid.

Elder Kylian started searching in the pack house.

Later, when Elder Kylian entered the dungeon, he found me chained up and hanging from a hook. I was badly beaten with infected stab wounds all over my arms, legs and the skin on my back was barely hanging on from all the whipping done with the Cat- o'-nine tail whip.

My father, Tristian Beckington, had escaped that day and was on the run for 10 whole months before he was finally captured. I later discovered that, during that time, my father, Tristian Beckington, raped a witch named Rebecca Hu. Now, I have a little sister, Li Jun Li, to protect from this crazy world as well. My father, Tristian Beckington, faced a trial and was sentenced to 25 years in prison.

Afterward, I was informed that I was too traumatized and broken.

Therefore, I was never questioned. Alpha Nat, Luna Lilah and my grandparents claimed they knew nothing about my abuse and wouldn't fight my relocation to my grandmother Charlotte's pack.

They signed away all rights and claims to me now and in the future. They were extremely eager to do so, especially since I was a worthless human girl. However, they did have to pay fines, of course, and were hit with some sanctions, but pretty much got away with my abuse.

Nevertheless, I was told that at my dad's sentencing hearing, Tristian Beckington informed everyone boldly," Stormy Paris Beckington is still a dead woman. Whether I have to wait five years or 10 years or 50 years or 100 years. Her death is still a given. Every last one of you is only postponing the inevitable."

It took me a whole year to get released from the rehab hospital. I had to learn how to walk all over again, build muscle strength and get the infection out of my system.

During that time, Elder Kylian came to see me twice a month, while I was recovering.

Elder Kylian revealed he had three daughters and couldn't imagine harming them for any reason. As I was getting to know my hero, Elder Kylian informed me that he was 305 years old and him walking into that dungeon was the worst thing he had ever seen in his entire life. Elder Kylian gave me his business card and told me to always call him. If I ever had any problems or concerns.

Nevertheless, Elder Kylian would always come and check on me. Elder Kylian made me a promise that even though those adults had failed me. He wouldn't fail me. Plus, Elder Kylian knew I was tougher than I looked. But, Elder Kylian never asked about my wolf or my side of the story.

My maternal grandmother, Charlotte, stayed with me 24/7 in that hospital room. I had nightmares every night.

Consequently, I did request to change my name at 11 years old to my mother's maiden name Redfield. However, I was blocked by my maternal family. It seems they didn't want a damaged, useless wolfless girl claiming their family name due to the fact it would only bring further embarrassment and shame to their good name.

My maternal grandmother, Charlotte, was so upset that her remaining children were acting like this towards me. So she disowned them. She kept saying she didn't raise them to act this way towards family.

My grandmother, Charlotte, Rock, Jax and I are the only ones that know everything about what happened to me.

My grandmother, Charlotte, and Elder Kylian fought for me not only to join the Full Moon pack, but to attend school and to participate in basic self-defense as well as basic warrior training offered at the school.

However, the Alpha Logan refused to accept me and make me an official pack member. Therefore, I was only ever an official guest. I would have to leave on my 18th birthday. Wolfless people are not allowed on packland per Alpha Logan of the Full Moon Pack.

Nevertheless, my maternal grandmother, Charlotte and Elder Kylian, obtained my mother's life insurance policy and forced my old pack to pay all my hospital bills and agree to pay all my future hospital bills. My wolf, Precious, was finally healed and strong enough to shift.

It freed us up to develop an elaborate escape plan.

In addition, my maternal grandmother, Charlotte, sold her house in the middle of town and found a secluded four-bedroom and 4-bath log cabin right on the border of the Full Moon pack and the neutral territory. Next, my grandmother, Charlotte, sold and gave away a lot of her belongings in order to further build a runaway nest egg for me.

No one was friendly to me in the Full Moon pack. I was just tolerated. No one bullied me either, mainly because Elder Kylian came to check on me often.

No! Wait! I am lying!

Alpha Logan's dad and former Alpha Roland saw me at the State fair when I was 13 years old. Afterward, he made it his personal mission in life to tell me how pretty I am every time I saw him. I got major creepy vibes from him and his twin - brother Alan, who made me feel extra uncomfortable. It caused me to stop going to the packhouse altogether due to both of their creep assess.

My grandmother, Charlotte, didn't like them either. She especially didn't like how they both looked at me. My grandmother, Charlotte and Rock, both warned me to stay alert at all times while traveling through the pack and to never be alone with either one of those ****.

Anyway, the plan was to show my wolf, Precious, and shut down all my haters.

My wolf, Precious, warned me that when I revealed her the night of my 16th birthday it would send shock waves across every pack in North America, especially our old pack, the Blackwood Pack. They would be sick with jealousy, envy and jump to claim me.

I, of course, planned to laugh in their faces and stay a packless, fierce, phenomenal she-wolf since the Full Moon Pack never wanted to claim me and the Blackwood Pack rejected and abused me.

What I wasn't expecting was for my old pack, the Blackwood Pack, along with my awful paternal grandparents, to drag me and my grandmother Charlotte into court to regain custody of me.

Or for Elder Simon to pop back into my life trying to be my trusted friend and advocate like I didn't remember his betrayal. Like I would really let him play in my face.

Or for Elder Kylian to start working solely for the Alpha King Julian Evan Windsor, and for them to try to pressure me into relocating to England to live out the rest of my days under his protection.

Or former Alpha Roland and his twin brother Alan joining forces with Grandmother Charlotte's adult children to kill her and give me to former Alpha Roland.

Which caused ME to lose MY TEMPER and have to go on the RUN ALONE. Plus, my grandmother, Charlotte, Rock and Jax INTO DEEP HIDING.

I have been on the RUN for almost a solid year.

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living, or dead, is entirely coincidental.