For eleven years, Alpha twins and an entire pack bullied me while I hid behind baggy clothes and silence. But when they dragged me into a battle ring with a silver whip, I realised I could not keep holding back. Then my father's betrayal finally unleashed my wolf, and I fled to another pack. Why are the people who destroyed me suddenly terrified of losing me? 📖
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Athena POV
“I used to think my life was a tragedy, but now I realize, it’s a comedy”.
That famous quote from the Joker runs through my head over and over, as my clothes are absolutely drenched in slimy red and yellow gunk.
Only, in my case, it’s still a tragedy. I fail to see the comedy part in all of this.
I smell like an omelet gone bad. No - an omelet gone bad months ago. Everyone in the cafeteria is snickering or downright bellowing in laughter, at my expense. And why shouldn’t they? It’s their handy work that I’m covered in rotten eggs and goddess knows what after all. Welcome to my life.
Sadly, I have gotten somewhat used to the bullying. I have learned a long time ago that firing back only makes things worse. And, well, it’s just me against the world. Or at least against my own pack. The teachers don’t even bother trying to stop it either. One of them tried 2 years ago, and she was fired and sent packing on the spot.
Courtesy of the 2 identical Alpha pricks that enjoy making my life a living hell. Who, by the way, finally graduate this summer. The goddess must have finally taken some pity on me after all. And no - they aren’t smarter than me. Just 1 year older. How they managed to graduate at all is beyond me though. Saying they aren’t the brightest crayon in the box wouldn’t do them justice. They don’t seem to have any functioning brain cells at all.
As you can tell, I hate them with fierce determination.
They have ensured my life is a living hell since I was 6, and sometimes I honestly wonder why I haven’t given up yet. If only I weren’t such a stubborn b*tch, I might have. Who knows. I like to hope there will be a turning point at some stage.
I don’t know what I have ever done to deserve torture to this extent, but the moon goddess must definitely think I do. I pray to her every day that my mate, if I will get any, will be from red runner pack. And I say “if I will” for a reason – but I will get to that later.
I visit red runner every summer, and have done so ever since I was little. And I have actually made friends there. Even with the Alpha heir, Maxim, and the beta’s daughter, Millie.
‘You made 2 friends. 2. Not friends, as in plural’ Ares snickers, to which I just scoff. ‘That was just rude and uncalled for’ I reply back snarkily.
Okay, maybe I’m not exactly a social butterfly. At all. In fact, if I wouldn’t have to hold back so much, people might call me a sarcastic little shit instead.
Well, let me introduce my wonderful life to you (yes, sarcasm in the third degree).
I’m Athena Brooks. Yes, Athena, you read that correctly. Courtesy of my father, who wanted a fierce name for his little baby. Or so, the official story goes. But, I will get to that later too.
My naming after the Greek goddess of warfare, heroism and courage has been an endless supply of ammo for my bullies throughout the years, I’ll tell you that. That and my, and I quote, “whale size body”.
Anyway. I’m from blood moon pack, where the vermin of werewolves reside. I am 17 years old and finally turning 18 next summer, a few months away. Finally of legal age to do as I please.
Well, sort of. I don’t know what I am going to do after my 18th birthday yet, but I don’t think I can stay here. Especially when the 2 shit stains would take over the Alpha position after their father in a few years’ time. The current Alpha, their father, is a complete dickhead as well. But at least he doesn’t go out of his way to target me and make my life a living hell, like his precious sons enjoy doing so much.
It hurts my heart to think of leaving mom behind though. But I don’t see myself ever escaping the pit of doom I am in otherwise.
‘Melodramatic much, geez’ Ares pipes up again.
Ah, yes, I almost forgot - I have my spirit animal already. I say spirit animal for a reason, and once again I will get to that later as well. She too has a fierce name. Ironically enough, considering we are very docile.
‘Not by choice, though’ Ares grumbles. And rightfully so. We have been threatened with my parents’ wellbeing more times than we can count. They know exactly where to hit to keep me in check.
‘We’ werewolves always get our wolves at the age of 18. We share our body and soul with them going forward. But, Ares came to me when I was 6. We have never actually shifted into our wolf form though, after my mom made us swear on her life that we wouldn’t. We found it strange, and we still regret not being able to shift, but my mom won’t relent. Every time I try to bring it up her eyes fill with panic, and she keeps insisting it isn’t the right time yet. I’m not sure if there will ever be a right time in her eyes though. What good is it being a shifter, if you’re not allowed to shift?
I think my mom is scared that I will turn out not to be a wolf, but something like a squirrel, or a mouse. Which brings me to another tidbit of information about me. Apparently, my mom isn’t my biological mother. And neither is my “father”. Although I am not too peeved about the latter, considering I have no relationship with the man whatsoever. My mom stung for a while, but she loves me like her own and has always given me everything a mom should. So, I can only applaud her for that.
She explained how she was in the last semester of her own pregnancy, when she sadly lost her baby. She was wandering around in unclaimed lands. And, as if it were divine intervention, she came across a woman seeking refuge for her baby. The woman was dirty, with matted hair, torn clothes and a frantic look in her eyes.
My mom took one look at me, one look at my crazed biological mother, and decided she couldn’t leave me with the woman. The woman gave my mom some basics about me, and that’s it. That’s all she wrote.
Mom’s story still haunts my nightmares though, although I would never tell her that. She would feel guilty for telling me, and I don’t want that. She is an absolute angel. And although I don’t know how to feel about my biological mother, my mom is everything to me. I would lay down my life for hers in a heartbeat. Which is exactly how the shit stains and their posse got such a hold on me. Pricks.
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Athena POV
Anyway, back to my spirit animal, who I am just going to assume is a wolf until proven otherwise. Why she came this early I have yet to figure out. Perhaps the moon goddess sent her early as a way to deal with my pathetic life. It was beyond a little confusing when she came to me. I thought I was going batshit crazy.
‘Going?’ she teases. Since we share a soul she can hear every thought I have. Ares is a cheeky one, I’ll tell you that. Damn feisty too. Whatever I’m lacking, she has in redundance.
Confidence being one of those things. Being bullied your entire life will do that to you, I guess. Along with trust issues to last me a lifetime. I don’t even trust Millie 100% yet, afraid anyone will turn on me once I let my guard down.
That’s the way it went with the shit stains as well. We were actually best friends at some point. One day we were all fine and playing together, and the next day, like the flip of a switch, I was stamped as the pack’s doormat.
I still can’t grasp in my mind what happened. But I have stopped trying to decipher it. It is what it is. I have been called every name in the book, but fat-ass seems to be their favorite pet name for me. Lucky me, huh?
Sure, I used to be on the thick side for a werewolf, but that all vanished when I got Ares and when I started training at red runner one summer, together with Maxim and Millie. After that, I kept my training regimen secret back home as I don’t want any of them to see me working out. I still solely wear sweatpants and baggy clothes outside of my home, as their constant belittling is still gnawing at my confidence.
I have long brown hair, but I always put it in a bun. And most of the times I wear caps. Why bother, right? And it feels comfortable.
Millie has been urging me to let go of my bun and baggy clothes more, but I haven’t found the desire nor courage for it yet. I just hope my mate can look past it in due time and love me for who I am. If I get a mate, that is, considering I don’t know for sure what I am yet.
I wonder if I will get a wolf mate if I turn out to be anything else, since I am living with them. I would have hoped to have found him already. But then again, I only ever visit red runner pack. I’m just praying my mate is from there, since I absolutely adore the pack. You can only find your fated mate, blessed to you by the moon goddess, when both parties have their wolf already.
Anyway, I trailed off. Back to Millie. Millie has become my absolute best friend. The feisty redhead is an absolute diamond. Bright and pure. I have told her and Maxim bits and pieces of my life here, but not all of it. I’m afraid they’ll judge me for it.
Alphas tend to stick together. Even though Maxim seems genuinely different from the terror twins, also known as Jake and Jerry. But I prefer to call them shit stains. Or rats. I too have my pet names for them. But, naming them rats is an insult to rat species really.
Besides the rat boys, we have cockroach Thalia, who is a warrior’s daughter. The nickname cockroach suits her more than I can put into words. I call her that because she really is the most disgusting creature to ever walk this earth. I know it sounds horrible, but really, you should meet her.
She has platinum blonde hair, smooth skin and her body is thin. She looks hot, absolutely perfect. Don’t you just hate it when someone has it all? Besides her personality, that is. Or any personality at all, I should say.
I don’t even hate her with determination anymore. What I feel for her has no bounds. My blood boils when thinking of her, and I feel an overwhelming urge to squash the life out of her whenever I see her.
‘So much for being docile, huh?’.
I do love how she always hangs off Jake and Jerry when I’m near though. Like I am any threat to her at all, like I would want anything to do with either of them. B*tch, there’s not enough money in the WORLD for me to want to have anything to do with them. Ever.
You know those women who are so insanely sweet, forgiving and loving that they end up protecting or even caring for their lifetime abusers?
Yeah – that isn’t me. Tit for tat bro.
I have been forced to submit in the past years, yes, mainly because of their incessant threats to hurt (the livelihoods of) my family. But the fire inside me hasn’t nullified. On the contrary - it’s a raging inferno by now. I just shove it down deep enough to not emerge.
Anyway. Then there is bed bug Benji. He is the future beta, considering the chauvinistic pricks here decided a woman can’t be a ranked member, and my “father” only had a daughter. And lastly there is mosquito Brody (the gamma’s son). This sums up the worst of them.
Their entire posse consists of 8 to 10 of my bullies, but these are by far the worst. The rest of them seem to just go with the flow. Not that that makes them any better.
Although I have resided in my fate in order to protect my family, Ares is the total opposite of that. Each beating, each humiliation, each time our head gets shoved down the toilet until we pretend to pass out ignites her fire even more. She wants to rip them all to shreds. And, honestly, she easily could since they have no wolves yet.
And I still believe she is a wolf considering how fearless she is. Wolves are at the top of the food chain. She wouldn’t be this bold against wolves if she wasn’t a wolf herself. It is a bit odd that she is this fearless in front of the Alpha heirs though, knowing we could be severely punished or even executed if we ever acted upon her murderous thoughts towards them. Wolves are generally submissive to their Alpha.
But mom was adamant on not shifting when she saw Ares’s red eyes. You see – red eyes aren’t normal for a wolf. They have black eyes once the wolf pushes forward. The only other person that has seen them is our Luna Grace. Yes - the mom of those shit stains. In the beginning, when I wasn’t so skilled at controlling my wolf yet, she saw my eyes flash when I was being bullied and couldn’t control Ares for a split second.
When she too insisted I kept it a secret, with a slight panic might I add, I started putting more effort into suppressing Ares. Grace is a great luna and an amazing person, so I took her words to heart. It’s ironic that she is such a kind person, since she is the mother of the kings among scum.
Unfortunately for me, she doesn’t carry much weight in this pack, since our pack is misogynistic as can be and the luna is seen as a glorified party planner. Luna Grace is so much more though. At least to me she is. She is the only one besides my mom who gives a damn about me, and I have come to love her.
Anyway. I have glanced at Ares’s eyes in the mirror when she was pushing forward. And my goddess - she has the most breathtaking, extraordinary red eyes.
It has made me question several times whether or not Ares is indeed a wolf. But, like I said, I just can’t imagine her being anything less considering her fierce nature. In fact – I believe she is a bit more.. special than the average wolf, considering the color of her eyes. Maybe that’s why mom doesn’t want us to shift.
Ares does agree to not let others in the pack see her though, despite her wanting to rip them to shreds every day. She told me her instincts were also telling her not to reveal herself in our pack. She is just really bad at containing her anger unfortunately, as am I. I have to close my eyes each time someone angers me or Ares.
Needless to say, I almost spend my days like a blind person with having to close them so much.
I am brought back rudely from my thoughts when another rotten egg hits me square in the eye, and I curse under my breath. Glancing up, I see Jake grinning like a hooker who just got spanked.
Did I tell you I hate them with a passion yet?
Ares lets out a low growl, but not loud enough for them to hear without their wolves. Next to Jake stands Jerry, with a demonic grin on his face as well. When my gaze drops to his hand, I spot why he is grinning. And, on cue, a dead rat (oh, the irony) is hurled at me.
I. Fucking. HATE. Them. SO. much.
Closing my eyes for the umpteenth time today, I wonder why the moon goddess doesn’t descend and strike them down on the spot. I would do anything to see that happening, I would definitely sacrifice a kidney or something.
‘Just let me free and I’ll do the dirty work’ Ares growls. But we can’t, and she knows it. F*ck my life. She just has some anger management issues at times like these. Although I don’t blame her. I would gladly scratch their eyes out myself.
So, let me elaborate on the vermin before me as a distraction to keep my mind occupied. Because of their Alpha blood, both of them have muscles and jawlines for days. All Alphas do. They have black, wavy hair almost reaching their shoulders, and brown eyes meant to draw in any woman they please.
Anyone except for me, that is.
I am about the only girl in the pack they haven’t slept with. The only plus side of being labeled the pack’s degenerate. It’s fucking gross if you ask me. I pity the girl that will be mated to them. The fucked-up part of it all is that women not of Alpha blood are unable to reject their fated mate if he is an Alpha. Poor girl. I can only hope that the girl they will be mated to is equally disgusting as they are. Someone like Thalia.
I pray to the goddess that my fated mate won’t be such a man whore. Or such a filthy human being. I don’t know what I would do if he were. Sure, appearance wise they are handsome. But that doesn’t balance out their repulsive personalities. Typical “pretty on the outside, rotten on the inside” story.
“OH MY GOD, LOOK AT HER FACE!!! I’M DEAD” I hear the cockroach bellowing out in laughter, taking short gasps of air in between.
‘I hope she chokes on her laughter’.
‘Me too, Ares. Me too. Or on a bag of d*cks’. I sigh in response.
This is my life, welcome to the shit parade!
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Athena POV
After everyone has returned to their seats in the cafeteria, still laughing, I move my way back towards the hallway where the restrooms are.
“Well, the fat fuck can easily miss a lunch or 50”. I hear Jake bellowing out in laughter. I clench my jaw and grit my teeth, doing everything I can to prevent myself from letting Ares free.
F*ckkkk me, I can’t wait to get out of here one day.
‘Or rip their throats out, eat them, maim them, burn them, drown them. All those options would be good for me’. Damn.
Deep in thoughts and not paying attention to my surroundings, I bump into something. Hard. To my surprise however, the object I bumped into speaks up.
“Ouch! Watch where y… Oh my god, Athena!”. The voice rings in my ears like a melody, a soothing balm to my soul. I would recognize that voice anywhere, belonging to my best friend Millie. What I don’t understand however, is what she is doing here, in blood moon? In my school. All packs have their own schools, so Millie doesn’t attend mine. Before I can ask however, she seems to notice my appearance and smell.
“Goddess, what happened to you?!” she gasps, to which I just sigh in return.
“Surprisingly, nothing new” I offer a small smile, shrugging my shoulders. Oops. I let that slip without thinking about it. “More importantly: why are you here?!”.
“What do you mean nothing new?”. Her brows furrow and I can tell she is getting upset, with the way her jaw ticks ever so slightly. When I don’t respond, she sighs and pulls my hand to drag me to the nearest restroom. “Let’s get you cleaned up first!”.
“Yeahhh, the restroom isn’t going to cut it. I need to grab clean clothes and head to the showers in the gym” I respond. Having experienced this treatment before, I know anything beside a shower and clean clothes won’t do.
As we reach my locker and I open it to take clean clothes out, Millie starts to explain she transferred to our pack for the year as a sort of exchange student. Although I am thrilled to see her, I am already dreading the inevitable outcome. She needs to stay away from me if she wants to have anything resembling a life here.
Sighing, I drop the message.
“Millie, you need to stay away from me”. I can’t see her facial expression considering she is behind my locker, but I can hear her temper shining through in her tone of voice. Millie is mostly a gentle giant, or at least to me, but she can have quite the temper as well.
“Why the hell would I do that?”. She replies aggravated.
“I… You…”. I try to formulate a sentence, but nothing comes out. Next I hear is a whistle coming from behind my locker, just as I am retrieving the last of my stuff.
“Damn, who are you?”.
“I don’t believe we have met”.
I shut my locker, but groan upon hearing the shit stains voices. Luckily, however, their attention is not on me, but on Millie. Millie smiles, oblivious to the fact that she is smiling at the twin devils themselves. Them trying to hit on her was to be expected though. Millie is beautiful. A part of me had just delusionally hoped I was able to keep my best friend a little longer.
I try to sneak off silently, but Millie’s eyes land on me just as I am about to break away. Shit stain #1’s eyes follow her gaze, and his eyes harden immediately as they land on me. The contrast in his expression when he looks at Millie versus when he looks at me is like day and night.
“What are you still doing here, fat-ass? Get the fuck out of here”. He sneers at me, and I continue walking away without another word.
This is the moment I have always dreaded. Millie is going to realize what a loser I am, and dump me like a ton of bricks. Just like everyone here has. I have always known it was inevitable at some point. But I still feel a pang of hurt, even though I tried to shield my heart and tell myself not to get attached anymore.
Stupid. I am so stupid.
After a few seconds I hear them call out. “Hey! Where are you going?”.
I’m confused, but I don’t look back. Curiosity is killing me when I hear several bystanders gasp though. Fast footsteps approach me, and I speed up my pace too, rounding the corner towards the showers. Before I reach them, I am shoved against the wall, facing an angry Millie.
I am telling you, this lady can be scary if she wants to be. Even though we are even in normal combat, something about the intensity in her eyes makes me shrink.
“What the hell was that?”. She raises her voice at me, and I flinch a little at her harsh tone.
“What do you mean?”. I ask, utterly confused. “Look, Millie, you’ll come to see I am not someone you want to be friends with. Especially not here. Just g…”.
She interrupts me swiftly. And quite rudely, might I add. I might be the pack’s laughing stock, but I have manners. Geez.
“Did you hit your head or something? Why the hell didn’t you defend yourself?”.
I look at her dumbfounded with my brows furrowed. Did she not hear me or something? Ironically, her expression looks equally dumbfounded as mine must look to her. Only a lot angrier.
“Why would I have hit my head?”.
“Jesus, Athena!”. She throws her hands up in the air in frustration, pacing back and forth. “I have seen you fight, Athena. And I know you are even holding back with me. You could easily wipe the floor with them”.
Well, I could, but I can’t exactly say that. She doesn’t know I have my wolf already. And besides that, I can’t tell her about them blackmailing me. She would surely try to fix things, and get my family hurt unintentionally.
“No I couldn’t, Millie, they are the Alpha’s sons”.
She scoffs at me. “They don’t even have their wolves yet, Athena!”.
I feel a pang of nervousness rise, what does she mean by that?
“Neither do…”. I was about to lie through my teeth, but she interrupts me yet again.
“Bull f*cking shit Athena! I have seen your eyes flash!”. She exclaims angrily, before adding in a hushed tone. “Red, might I add….”.
I gulp nervously, before panic starts to set in. “Millie, please, you can’t tell anyone!”. I plead with her, clutching my hands together in a praying motion.
She grumbles, before responding. “I haven’t, now, have I?”. She taps her foot impatiently, while I am pondering on her words briefly.
“Well, no.. Not yet at least”. I mumble under my breath, barely loud enough for her to hear.
“I don’t get it though, Athena. Help me understand. You have an extraordinary gift and you are an amazing fighter, why let them bully you like that?”.
“Well I can’t fight the entire pack now, can I?”. I snap at her, immediately regretting it when I see her facial expression is full of sympathy. “And besides, do you know what they would do to a female attacking the golden Alpha boys? In a misogynistic shithole like this one?”. She remains silent, studying my face.
“So, well, unless you want to lather up my body in soap, I am going to hit the shower now. Alone”.
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Athena POV
“I will wait for you right here” she nods, seemingly still deep in thought and not noticing the pointed look I am giving her at all.
3 rounds of scrubs later, I can still smell the rotten eggs on me. Perhaps those without a wolf might not smell anymore. But those who do have their wolf definitely will. Lucky for me nobody in school has their wolf yet, except for the teachers of course.
Saves me some grace, huh?
‘What grace? You have the grace of a bulldozer’. Ares snickers. I can’t blame her, I kind of do.
Stepping out of the shower, Millie is still in the exact same spot I left her. She looks troubled, but also.. fired up. Normally, I love that look on her. But now, when it could mean my demise, not so much. Much to my bewilderment though, she doesn’t say anything. Yet.
“Let’s get to class. Which ones do you have?”. I ask.
“I don’t know, which ones do you have?”.
“My roster will be different from yours, everyone has different courses”.
“Nope, I have all the same you do. Specifically requested it. And after that shitshow back there, I’m even more glad about that”.
“Wait, you asked to share all my classes? And they simply just.. gave it to you? Oh goddess, you are so going to get me killed here”. I groan.
“Alpha Menno may have pulled some strings here and there. Even though you are not his pack member, he cares about you, you know? And come on, grow a pair Ath! Where the hell did the firecracker I have come to love go?”.
“She was beaten into submission”. I laugh, but Millie doesn’t seem to find it amusing. If I’m being honest, they haven’t beaten me into submission. Just.. compliant, I guess. For my mom’s sake. “Let’s go snowflake”.
I grab her hand, and start pulling her back towards the hallway. Have to admit I feel a little lighter knowing she isn’t dumping me just yet.
Just my luck though - the bell rings at the exact moment we enter the hallway. Yugh. I tense up for the onslaught Millie is going to witness. Millie though, being the absolute angel she is, squeezes my hand. Her shoulders are squared, and she walks with a level of confidence I can only dream of. I admire and adore this woman so much. Too bad we can’t mind link each other. Mind linking is a way to communicate telepathically with people inside your pack, when you have your wolf.
As always, everyone starts grinning and chuckling the second they see me. If only they knew I could rip them all to shreds if I wanted to. If I hadn’t promised my mom I wouldn’t show Ares, and if I wasn’t afraid of retribution against her. So many “ifs”.
As soon as they spot Millie, however, their chuckles and grins die down. Due to my wolf hearing, I can hear them whispering to one another.
“Who is she? And what is she doing with that thing?”.
“The exchange student is hot as f*ck. Bad choice in company, though”.
“Someone should tell her she needs to stay away from the fatty”.
As much as I try to tell myself I’m numb to everything by now, and that I don’t care what anyone else thinks, it still stings. Not as much as it used to, thank goddess. But, nobody likes to be this despised by literally everyone.
‘F*ck them. F*ck them all! I’ll rip their throats out and burn this pack down to the ground one day’. Ares seethes. Like I said – she has some anger issues. But, admittedly, I feel the same. I would take mom, luna Grace and – despite our issues – dad, and leave the rest to burn.
“Hey girl! You’re the exchange student, right? I’m Thalia, the Alphas’ girlfriend. Come with us, you don’t want to be seen with this one”. The cockroach laughs, with her friends snickering along with her.
Millie tenses up instantly. Looking at her face, I’m certain she would growl and show her teeth if she could. She lets go of my hand, and for a split second I still worry if she has finally come to her senses about her friendship with me.
“YO, ALL OF YOU, LISTEN UP!”.
“Millie, don’t!”. I whisper yell at her, looking around frantically.
“Yes, I am the exchange student. And I have ZERO interest in any of you being my friend. ESPECIALLY you, I don’t do bedwarmers for friends”. She looks Thalia dead in the eyes. “How utterly pathetic. One of the Alphas’ toys thinks she is special. Until they find their fated mate, goddess help the poor soul, and you will not even be a lingering memory”. She laughs, and I wince at the onslaught that is bound to follow.
“Now, all of you, stay the f*ck away from me if you know what’s good for you. Y’all have a fabulous day now”. She calls out, before grabbing my hand and dragging me to class. Normally, I would have sarcastically commended her for at least wishing them a fabulous day. But I am still in shock I guess.
The shock wears off quickly however, when Millie gets pulled back by her arm abruptly. It’s one of Thalia’s little minions, considering the b*tch herself seems to be too stunned at the moment.
“YOU B*TCH!”. The little tit screams, raising her hand to slap Millie.
And, right at that moment, something snaps inside of me.
I don’t care what they do to me, I’ll live. But nobody touches someone I love. I don’t care if you were an Alpha, or even the f*cking king. Nobody touches her.
Before Millie can make a move, I have moved to place myself in front of her already, intercepting her hand by grabbing her wrist firmly.
“What the…”. The little tit starts to seethe, but I cut her off. She didn’t see this coming, that’s for sure. And why would she? I have never once fought back.
“You do NOT touch her, do you hear me?!”. I squeeze her wrist just a little, causing her to scream out in pain. ‘P*ssy’. Ares comments dryly, and I have to agree with her. I barely used any strength at all.
“NOBODY TOUCHES HER!”. I yell a little louder than I intended to. But, I guess you could say the anger I have bottled up all these years is surfacing since they tried to touch Millie. “NOBODY!!!!!”. I yell once more, glancing around the hallway with a deadly glare.
When my eyes land on the 2 shit stains, my anger spikes, and a snap rings through the air.
“AHHHHHHHHH!!!!”. The little tit screams, and I hear gasps coming from all around us.
“That’s enough, babe. You’ll get in trouble”. Millie whispers into my ear, and I let go of the wrist of the little tit.
“Who cares? School sucks anyways”. I reply more composed than what I am feeling on the inside. Millie grabs my hand and drags me away. I can feel their piercing gaze never leaving me, until we round the corner, out of sight.
“Well. Happy first school day!”. I smirk at Millie, before realization what I have just done sets in. I just.. feel so different when I am with Millie. And when I am at Red runner pack. My insecurities don’t gnaw at me so badly with her, and I feel… srong sometimes. I don’t know if that’s a good thing, or a bad thing. Bad I guess, when you combine it with my protective instincts towards her.
“I just signed my own death warrant, but, hey, it was fun while it lasted, huh?”. I chuckle.
“That was SO badass! That’s the girl I know!! And the hell they will. If they even so much as touch you, they will have to go through me”. Yeah. It’s not them touching me what I am so afraid of. Let’s hope the little tit is insignificant enough to not earn the shit stains wrath.
“I know. But, you won’t be here forever, unfortunately”.
“Maybe you won’t either”.
“With my luck, I will”. I scoff.
“Maybe your mate is in Red runner” .
“Maybe. But I doubt that somehow”.
Millie gives me a side hug as we round the corner to our classroom. When we enter, we seem to be the first to arrive. I normally sit at the front, but Millie drags me all the way to the back.
“Better vantage point”. We both say in unison, laughing as we walk to our seats in the left corner.
Other students start to pour in, each and every one casting a dirty look my way.
“Freak”. I hear one of them whisper, followed by some others and their whispers. I try to tune them out as much as possible.
“Alright, class”. Our history teacher comes walking in. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but something about his aura is… off. He looks different. And when he starts to speak up, I know exactly why that is.
“A last-minute adjustment to the course of today has been brought to my attention. Follow me”. His eyes connect with mine briefly, and I can read something that looks like mild panic in them. Whatever is going to happen, it’s not good. We never leave the room in this class.
“Field trip?”. Millie asks excitedly, but I don’t share her enthusiasm.
“Something like that”. I respond absentmindedly, while getting up from my chair. “Whatever happens, DON’T interfere Millie. I mean it”.
Chapter
Athena POV
“Huh? Why would something happen?”. She asks, her brows furrowed in confusion. The poor, naïve soul. I am glad she has no idea what I’m talking about though. It means that red runner treats their pack members a lot better than they do here. Not that I expected anything else, based on the summers I have been there all these years.
I don’t respond, despite her continuous tugging on my arm in an effort to get me to talk, while we walk through the hallway. The teacher stops at the gym, a hardened look on his face. Yep, I knew it.
‘Let’s just f*ck them up!’. Ares growls in my mind, knowing what is going to go down as well.
‘We can’t, you know that. We’ll live. They’re not even that strong, you know that too’.
Ares doesn’t respond anymore, but I can feel her anger rising with each step we take. I, however, have already resided in my fate. This isn’t my first rodeo. And I knew right after bruising her wrist already that something like this was going to happen. It’s nothing short of what I am used to. Or so I thought, until I enter the gym.
‘They are really going for the kill this time’. I tell Ares, while looking around the gym. As expected, a battle ring has been set up. What is new this time though, is not only that the 2 shit stains are in there themselves looking battle-ready, but also the silver whip I see #1 holding.
Oh, shit. Silver is like kryptonite to a wolf. That will hurt and scar like a b*tch. So far, anything they had done healed up in no time, without any scars. But this time, I won’t be so lucky.
“ATHENA BROOKS. ENTER THE RING FOR YOUR SPARRING SESSION”. #2 booms out, and for a split second I contemplate just getting the f*ck out of here. But, I wasn’t born a quitter, am I right? All jokes aside – I have to take the punishment. They’ll hit me harder, where it really hurts, if I don’t.
“Ath, you don’t have to do this! I can bring you back to Red runner, you know Maxim will take you in”.
Actually, I don’t. Alphas usually don’t take members from other packs in, for any other reason than having found their mate. Regardless, my mom is in this pack. I’m stuck.
“It’s OK, Mills. Nothing I’m not used to. But, I’ll take it as a good training”.
“THIS IS NOT TRAINING! This is 2 alphas against 1 girl, using f*cking SILVER WEAPONS! Ath, please..”.
“It’s OK, Mills. Don’t intervene”. I tell her, before I start moving towards the ring. Millie starts calling out to me. When I glance back, I see she is being restrained by 4 men. She is thrashing and screaming wildly. And, despite my predicament, I laugh at the fact that they need 4 men to restrain 1 girl. That’s who Millie is.
Stepping into the ring, calmness washes over me, oddly enough. There is nothing they can do to break me. I just need to sit this out one more year.
The fist hitting me square in the jaw a second later, however, makes me doubt that for a split second. They have rarely put their hands on me themselves. They usually let their minions do the dirty work for them. They never fail to mention it’s because they don’t want to contract any diseases from me. I guess this time they found it worthy enough to risk it regardless.
Blow after blow is raining down on my face and my torso, the ferocity and hatred behind them clear as day. One of the rats before me kicks me in the abdomen, causing me to fall flat on my back.
Blow after blow continues to hit me, and I can feel my face starting to swell. I close my eyes, knowing Ares will try to push forward any second now.
“FIGHT THEM, ATHENA!”. Millie screams, the panic evident in her voice. She doesn’t understand though. If I fight back, things will only get worse. Which I would be able to take, had it been only about me. But they have threatened my mom and dad before as well. Not physically, but they have threatened to remove my dad from his position. Which would devastate both mom and dad. We would have no income. And now Millie is a target to hurt me with as well.
The little f*cks have me right where they want me. Cornered, and they know it.
Another hard blow connects with my face. And this time, I hear a crunch. I wince, but I refuse to let them hear me scream. I never have, and I never will. I would die before giving them the satisfaction of hearing me scream. A hard kick to my chest pushes the air straight from my lungs, and I am struggling to breathe for a second. F*ck. Who knew the pussies could actually throw a punch?
I roll over, onto all fours. This position always helps to get more air into my lungs when I need it. Gasping for air, I hear Millie scream before something really sharp tears through my clothes and skin on my back.
‘Let me out, Athena!’. Ares roars. ‘I will rip them apart!’.
More long, deep slashes follow. I wonder how long they are going to keep this up. Sure, they have done about everything in the book to me. Waterboarding included. But it has never been this bloody thus far.
Cool air hits the gashes on my back, offering little relief to the wounds. They will heal, but they still hurt like a b*tch. Just when I think this is over and done with, I hear the crack of the whip. And not long after, I feel the lash on my back. It doesn’t hurt as much as the gashes from the knife or whatever it was they used. Which is quite surprising. Silver is our kryptonite, I should be screaming in agony.
Lash after lash, I feel the whip cutting deeper and deeper into my already existing wounds. Each time it hits, blood gets splattered all around me. At one point, I wonder how much blood I have left in my system. I am starting to get dizzy.
“WHY WON’T THIS BITCH SCREAM?!?! SCREAM, YOU FAT F*CK!”.
Shit stain #1 yells at the top of his lungs, but I refuse to scream. Like I said - I will drop dead before I give them that satisfaction. And I meant it.
“Jake, Jer, stop! She’s about to die, man! Millie will report you to the council, and you will get your titles stripped!”. Bedbug Benji sounds panicked, and silence befalls the room. Although I’m still dizzy, I can feel the healing has begun to set in already. Which is weird, considering they used silver. Huh.
“F*ck, he’s right”.
I can hear them whispering among themselves in a mild panic now. And who would I be, if I didn’t take full advantage of that?
3… 2… 1… action.
Dropping myself to the ground, laying lifelessly, I keep as still as humanly possible. I even manage to slow down my breathing, in case anyone were to check. Guilt consumes me when I hear Millie scream, however. I hadn’t thought about her also seeing this.
‘She will understand’.
“THAT’S ENOUGH! NURSE!”. Our history teacher now yells, and I hear fast footsteps approaching me. I didn’t even know he was still here. Despite knowing that his job would be on the line if he defied them, I still think it’s scandalous that teachers are allowing this to happen. Pathetic.
Only when I am on the ground lifelessly, does he step in. Too little, too late amigo.
** 2 hours later **
“It’s so strange... She has healed almost completely already. When she came in, I… I wasn’t quite sure she was going to make it”. I hear the nurse whisper in the hallway. I am not sure to whom, however.
“Huh…”. The other voice responds. It’s a male at least, I can tell that much.
“It’s almost like she has her wolf already, Alpha”.
Oh, crap. The Alpha is here. He won’t be here to wish me well.
“That can’t be. The girl isn’t of age yet. And she isn’t strong enough”.
“What if she has a special wolf?”.
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