Chapter 5 Her trauma

The next day, I put a call through to my royal beta, Steve. We exchanged pleasantries and he gave me the the current, or rather, recent updates/news of the moonlight pack. I disliked talking to Steve, not because I don't like knowing about my pack or it's latest happenings, I am the Lycan king after all. I rule the entire werewolf colonization, I'm also the alpha of my pack, the moonlight pack. But because he always persuades me to come back and face my responsibilities as the alpha.

I don't like the idea of returning to my pack, that's why I kept him in charge, but he can't seem to manage on his own

Jade's POV

My screams echoed as the rogue wolves descended on my family, shattering my world in an instant. The fear and despair in my eyes mirror the devastation around me, painting a haunting picture of loss and turmoil. This pivotal moment marked the beginning of my journey, setting the stage for the challenges I would face and the strength I would need to survive. The howls of the wolves mingled with my cries, creating a symphony of tragedy that would forever echo in my heart.

As I stood there, frozen in horror, memories of laughter and warmth filled my kind, contrasting sharply with the chaos unfolding before me. I remembered the evenings spent across the fire, my families sharing stories and dreams, their smiles lighting up the darkness. But now, those moments felt like distant echoes, swallowed by shadows of fear. The wolves, fierce and resilient, tore through the remnants of my once happy home, their growls resonating like thunder in my ears. I could see my family scrambling, their faces etched with terror, mirroring my own, it was as if time stood still, each second stretching into an eternity filled with the weight of impending.

In that moment, a surge of determination coursed through me. I refused to let my story end in despair. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I reached out and grabbed my younger sisters hand, pulling her away from the chaos. Our fingers intertwined, a lifeline in the midst of turmoil, as we ran together towards safety. Each step felt like a sprint towards hop, away from the clutches of fear and despair. The echoes of our footsteps mingled with the distant howls of the wolves, driving us forward with a fierce determination to survive. Hand in hand, we navigated the darkness, our bond stronger than ever, a beacon of light in the shadows of uncertainty.

We walked the streets for days, our bodies growing weaker with each passing hour. the gnawing hunger in our stomach and the patched feeling in our throats became constant reminders of our struggle. We searched for any signs of food or water but the world around us was barren and unforgiving. Each step was a test of our endurance, the pavement beneath our feet a harsh reality of our plight. Despite the exhaustion , we leaned on each other for strength, sharing hopes and dreams of finding a safe place. The sun beat down on us during the day, and the nights were filled with chilling sounds of the city, but we pressed on, determined to find a way out of this nightmare. Our bond grew deeper with every challenge, fueling our resolve to keep moving forward, even when it felt like the world has turned it's back on us.

After what felt like an endless journey, we finally reached out aunt's house very late at night, a place that once held the promise of safety. For two months we stayed there, hoping for comfort and care, but instead, we faced maltreatment that shattered our spirits. Her harsh words and cold demeanor made it clear that we were not welcome. She never missed the opportunity to remind us of our late parents and each day felt heavier than the last. She never gave our parents a befitting burial, whenever we brought up the topic, she would wave it off by saying "If I were in their shoes they would never take my children in, you kids should be lucky I put a roof over your head. Your parents are evil". I always knew she had beef with her sister-our mum. But I didn't think it was to this extent and our father was the only child, he didn't have any siblings, so our aunt was all we had.

Determined to escape the toxic and suffocating atmosphere, we devised a plan. One night, while she and her bratty kids were asleep, we gathered all the money we could find in her purse, along with her ATM card, knowing the pin from previous visits. With our heavy hearts racing, we slipped out through the front door with a box that contained our clothes, toothbrush and other basic things. Fueled by the need for freedom and a fresh start. As we disappeared into the darkness, the weight of our past began to lift, and the promise of a new beginning beckoned us forward.

As we cautiously approached the ATM, the weight of our decision hung heavy in the air. With trembling fingers, we installed the ATM card and entered the pin we had memorized. The machine whirred to life and a sense of unease mingled with anticipation as we selected the amount to withdraw. As the crisp bills emerged from the slut, a mix of guilt and empowerment washed over us. We knew we were crossing a line, but the need for survival and independence drove us forward. Each transaction felt like a step further away from our past and closer to a future where we could carve our own path.

We were kids, I was only fourteen at the time and my sister was two years younger, but we weren't stupid. We knew she wouldn't let this go, we knew she wouldn't show mercy on us if she ever found out, Aunt Kira was nothing if not cruel and unforgiving. With guilt and fear towering us, we began to run. We ran far and fast, although we had no clue where the bustling and cold night would take us, we kept moving, fearing that she would appear from nowhere.

"Wow. Thank you for sharing your story, Jade. It takes courage to open up like this. Let's work through this together and explore ways to help you navigate through these challenges. " The therapist said