Chapter 3 1 - THE BRUTAL ONE

"Grrrnng! Grrrnng!" I groaned, as tears welled up in my eyes, I didn't like my life, not one bit.

The alarm continued to the only it was best at, screaming its life out, I threw it at the far end of my room.

I stared tiredly at the ceiling in my room, all the shiny things here, they all came at a price. Tears welled in my eyes, I dragged myself to the bathroom. I would have wanted nothing more than to be well rested in the glamorous Jacuzzi. I turned on the warm shower, instead; it helped loosen the tightened joints, soothe my bruises.

I put on my workout clothes and walked to the private training grounds where my instructor was already there, waiting for me.

"You are two minutes late." He said sternly.

I rolled my eyes in return, he couldn't assign me any punishment worse than the best (or most terrible) one there.

He promptly ignored my eye roll before summoning fifteen pack warriors- the best of the best- to take on me, with weapons while I stood in the middle, very much weaponless.

Bruce, as brutal as he looked, with hate in his eyes, launched for me.

Yes, that was what they had done, I had been praised out of my ability; used to taunt men as to how weak they were and how they couldn't be half the wolf I was. It was to trigger aggression from them, and they had done it right, judging by Bruce's moves.

I knew he would soon fall but he wasn't the only one on my neck. I soon went through them like it was an everyday occurrence, which was true. I left them all sprawled out on the floor.

I had barely even rested before another set arrived. This time, I had a sword, and they were all left practically boneless. I had been merciless the second time.

Then I was locked in a vast cell full of 'hardened criminals' that had been promised that at my death, they would all be released.