Chapter 3 2

Chapter 2

"Did he just decline the invitation?" Jenna asked, her eyes growing wide.

Amanda rolled her eyes at her and stared at her son's retreating.

"I thought he was way past all this, but it seems I am wrong," she muttered in a low voice.

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She scrambled into a corner, and watch as he stalks towards her with a dagger in his hand.

She tried to go further into the wall, but it was impossible.

"Please," she cried.

"Please, I will say nothing, please."

"Well, that is too late. You should have thought of that when you asked for water," his gruff voice boomed in the small room.

"But I was thirsty," she argued.

"You piece of shit!" he yelled. "You don't get to be thirsty, understand?" He growled.

She shook her little head, but he grabbed her head and slam it against the wall forcefully.

"You use your mouth when I am talking to you," he growled again.

"Y... yes," she cried out.

"Good, now get up and go lie down on the table," he jerks his head towards the table lying in the middle of the room.

"Please," she pleaded. "Please don't do this."

"I won't repeat myself," he said, glaring murder at her.

She tried to get up, but it was impossible. Her head was splinting in pain, and her eyes felt woozy.

He pulled her until she was standing on her shaky feet. He drags her towards the table and flung her on it.

"Please," she kept pleading, and trashing about.

He pulls up her head and slams it on the table again.

She felt weak immediately, and he strapped her to the table.

"I wish you would die instead of her, but since you didn't, I will make you wish for death every day," he gritted his teeth at her.

He picks up his dagger again and places the tip on her chest. Since she was always naked, it was easy to get access to her bare chest.

He pulls the knife downward, leaving a trail of blood in its way.

She tried as much as possible to keep her mouth shut. If she should scream, he would stab her and she didn't want to be stabbed.

He stopped when he got to her belly button, and pull the dagger back to her right arm. He did the same thing to her two arms, not caring if she was in pain or not.

As soon as he stops cutting her, the wound close up, and she almost cried, because she knows what would happen next.

With a swift move, he digs the knife into her right thigh and twist it.

Though she could not see it, but she knew the hole there was so big, because of the wet liquid running down her leg.

He pulls out the knife and stabs her in the same spot again.

She could no longer take it, so she cries out in pain. Her bottom lip quavers.

"Somebody... Help... Me," she whizzed out.

She desperately wishes someone would come to her aid right now.

She had enough of it, it been seven years now.

Seven years of suffering like this, he had punished her immediately after she clocks one-year-old.

"Some... one..." she cried.

He kept stabbing her, not leaving out a single part of her body.

"I should end your life right now, and save myself the trouble of seeing your face," he grinned.

"Say goodbye," he whispered, and lift the dagger high above his head.

He brought it down on her chest with substantial force.

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Avery gasp out, and sat up in bed.

It has always been the same dream every night.

"Goddess," she cried. "When will it stop? Are you going to torment me this way for the rest of my life?" She cried more.

Her head was hurting, and she knew she would run a fever right now, but she was past caring.

She let the tears fall as her body shook.

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"The attacks are becoming rampant these days, it like the rogues know we are in a festive period," Sophie grumbled.

"I am thinking of telling Roland to postpone the celebration, so the pack members can train well, and prepare in case they spring up a surprise attack," Sophie continues to rant on.

She wasn't aware of the faraway look in Avery's eyes.

"I am sorry," Avery suddenly says, interrupting Sophie's speech.

"Pardon?" Sophie lifts her eyebrow.

"I need fresh air," Avery said.

"Is something wrong? Did I offend you with my words?" Sophie asked.

Concern clears in her voice.

"No, I... I just need some air," she muttered, and pushed herself out if her seat, before walking out.

She stepped out of the pack house and sigh sadly.

"I hate my life," she whispered.

"You know you can talk to me, right?" Sophie asked behind her.

Avery stared at her over her shoulder. She nodded her head, but kept shut still.

"I need to be alone Soph," she mumbled.

"And let you hurt yourself," Sophie sneered. "I am staying beside you, no matter what."

Avery scoffed and walked further away from the pack house in silence.

"I have been wanting to ask you something," Sophie suddenly spoke up.

"What?" Avery asked.

"How did you lose your wolf?" She questioned.

"I don't want to talk about it," Avery frown.

"Okay."

The two ladies walked until they got to the pack playground, where pack members were playing in wolf form.

Avery suddenly stopped and stared at them, her eyes turning glassy.

"You should not be watching them when you know you would get hurt," Sophie chided.

Avery swallows hard, her throat closing in on her.

"I missed my wolf." She blinks away the tears that were threatening to fall.

"I know babe, I wish more than anything that you would get your wolf's back," Sophie cooed. "But I believe you would get back your wolf once your mate has marked you."

"I hope so," Avery whispered.

"Come on, let us go," Sophie urges.

Just as Avery was about to turn around, she felt a presence around them.

She stopped and survey the forest thoroughly, but couldn't find anything.

She was about to give up when she saw a pair of two green eyes watching the pack members playing peacefully on the field.

"Sophie, get the people to leave the ground immediately," she whispered.

"Is there something wrong?" Sophie whispered back.

"Yea, I think there is an intruder in the woods. Just get the people away quickly," she said.

"What about you? Would you be able to handle yourself?" Sophie asked, concern filled her voice.

"I will cope, so be quick," Avery said.

Sophie nod and walked to the unsuspecting pack members.

"Hey everyone, how about we do a little competition," she said, and watch as their wolf's ears perk up.

"We would sprint to the pack house, the first person to get there get a price," she called.

The wolves gave her a wolfish grin, and she quickly shift to her wolf form, and started sprinting ahead of them.

Avery watches as they all compete to get to the pack house first. She looked to the forest, expecting the rogue to retreat.

But she notices it advance toward the playground still.

She looks towards the playground and noticed the little young wolf that was just coming out of the slide house.

"No!!" Avery rushed forward at the same time the rogue jumped out of the forest.