Her Vengeance

I sat on the hills. as I watch the sunset, the birds sound creeping in the midst of the thick woods, that has become my safe place. I looked up, all my senses at alert as I surveyed the landscape, there was a hint of unsettling within my heart like a fear of loss, but I am surely not backing down, the only sound I could hear, the only thing I could think of was vengeance, revenge.

I wasn't always like this, I wasn't always the hardened relentless girl, consumed with desire for revenge. I was once the cherished daughter, the pride and happiness of the moonlight pack. My father Alpha Desmond was a strong and passionate leader, respected by many within and outside our pack. My mother Luna Helen was the heart and soul of our pack, so loving and caring, always seeing to the affairs of the women and children. I was their only child, Olivia Rayman the apple of their eyes, I could say I was born with a silver spoon, I had everything I wanted and life was like a bed of roses.

Our pack was peaceful and running smoothly, until that one night, the night that changed it all the night that will forever be seared in my memory. I was ten years old hiding behind the large table situated in our grand dining hall. I held onto my mother's necklace a charm she said was going to protect me. The scent of blood and death was thick in the air colliding with the scream and cries of my pack members. The invaders had taken us unaware, led by the ruthless and brutal Alpha in existence Alpha Jethro of the Firestorm pack.

I peeped through the shadows, my heart pounding in my chest, as I watched my father fight relentlessly. His roars echoed through the hall, he was filled with determination to fight and protect us. But Jethro was a monster, the worst one you can see in existence, his eyes were glistening with pleasure as he struck down my father with a single, brutal swipe of his claws. My mother's pained scream cut through the moment as she rushed to my father's side, only to be met with the same merciless fate of painful death.

The sight of their lifeless bodies, lying in a pool of their own blood, shattered something inside me. I clinged my feet to my chest uncontrollable tears streamed down my face as I fought to sniff in my sobs. I was frozen, paralyzed by fear my world had just crumbled before my very own eyes. I was clueless of what to do.

Just then an involuntary loud cry escaped my mouth as my body began to change, the pain spreading through me like fire. My bones shifted, my muscles archend, and a howl of pain escaped my lips. I was just ten, the normal age for a wolf's first transformation was eighteen. Nothing could have prepared me for the reality of it. I felt my senses sharpen, my sight became clearer, my strength building up.

Just in between the shift, I saw an opening, a chance to escape. With the sudden fuel of strength I burst from my hiding place and ran. I ran through the woods, my paws hitting hard against the earth, my heart pounding fast in my chest. Behind me, the screams and roars of my pack members faded, replaced by the silence of the night.

I didn't stop until I reached the safety of a lonely cave, hidden deep within the forest. I collapsed, my body shaking in pain and fear. I curled up in the darkness, my mind reeling from the events of the night. My parents were gone, my pack was no more, and I was alone.

The forest became my refuge. In those early days, I survived on thin ice, scavenging for food, with the help of my wolf Mia I had managed to survive. My wolf is a fierce and dangerous wolf. Sometimes I find it so hard to control her.

One night, as I was in search of food, I was ambushed by a group of rogues. They were wild, their eyes hungry. They saw me as easy prey, a young wolf alone in the forest. They attacked, their claws and teeth tearing into my flesh. But then my wolf Mia took over, her power and anger unleashing on them. tearing through the rogues with brutality. The rogues, seeing the strength of my wolf, began to submit. One by one, they lowered their heads, recognizing my dominance.

It was the start of something new for me. These rogues, outcasts and survivors like myself, became my family. I became their leader, a young leader with a fierce wolf and an unquenchable desire for vengeance.

It's been eleven years already, since the death of my parents and my pack members, and I have perfected my skills, changing from a frightened girl into a formidable warrior. I trained tirelessly, pushing my body to its limits. Along the way, I encountered more rogues who had suffered under Jethro's brutality, who had lost their packs, their families. Together, we formed a band, bound by our shared hatred for the Firestorm Alpha.

We lived in hiding, preparing to strike when least expected, always moving, always planning. My role as leader was not one I took lightly. Every decision I made was calculated, every move was made to bring us closer to our ultimate goal which is the death of Alpha Jethro.

"Olivia" I heard a voice called out and I turned to see Micheal, Micheal is also one of my teammates but we are best of friends, I am only a year older than him. I had rescued Micheal from some wild wolf when he was younger, after his both parents were murdered by Alpha Jethro, Michael has this unwavering trust in me since then, Micheal walked towards me and sat next to me.

"Everything is ready for tomorrow" he started.

"That's good" I said nodding my head "is there anything else we need to put in place?" I asked.

"No, everything's fine," he replied but I have a feeling we should postpone this attack," he added, staring into space.

I turned to face him, my eyes burning with rage. That statement alone pissed me off for some reason. "I am not going back on my decision, we are attacking Firestorm pack tomorrow, Alpha Jethro, that monster must die by my claws tomorrow" I replied with my voice stern with anger.

"I am not going against your decision, it's just a feeling and whatever you say is fine by me" Micheal said, his voice timid trying to calm my anger.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "Get everyone together," I ordered.

Michael nodded and went to gather the others. As they assembled, I addressed them.

"We have come a long way," I began, my eyes staring over their determined faces. "We have sacrificed everything to reach this point we have trained and planned. Tomorrow is the day we end Jethro's reign of terror. We finally put to action all that we have worked for years. Fight with all the pain and anger within you. Remember the pain of losing your loved ones."

They all responded in agreement after the address. I went back to my tent, wanting some rest. But sleep eluded me. I tossed and turned, my mind racing with thoughts of tomorrow's battle. I kept hoping it would go well.

It was finally The morning of our long planned battle. I picked up my mother's necklace. "mum, dad, I hope you are watching, your daughter is ready to avenge your death". I said holding the necklace close to my chest.

As I walked out of my tent, my mind raced with unknown fear I waved off the fear knowing fully well I had perfected my plans. Every detail had been perfectly strategies. I couldn't afford any mistakes. Just as I stepped out, Michael walked up to me, his expression tense. I could tell something was wrong before he even spoke.

"Olivia, we have a problem," he said, his voice sounding urgent.

I turned to face him, my brows furrowing with concern. "What is it?"

"It's about Andrea. He says he's not feeling too well," Michael explained.

"Andrea? But he was perfectly fine yesterday. He was the one who suggested our ambush point," I said, confusion noticeable in my voice.

Michael nodded, "He was so active and involved in the planning. This sudden illness seems... odd."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "We can't risk taking a sick wolf with us. If he's really unwell, he could compromise the whole thing."

Michael and I walked over to Andrea's tent. He lay on the ground, a blanket pulled up to his chin, his face pale and eyes half closed. He looked so ill, but something about the situation didn't sit right with me.

"Andrea," I called out, my voice firm. "What's going on? Are you really not feeling well?"

He opened his eyes slowly, looking up at me with a weak expression. "I don't know what happened, Olivia. I just woke up feeling like this. I don't think I can go in this state." he explained his voice timid

I studied him carefully, trying to discern any sign of deception. His breathing was labored, and his skin looked pale. "We can't afford any weak person on this mission," I said, my tone softening slightly. "If you're really sick, you need to stay here and recover.

I exchanged a glance with Michael, who nodded in agreement. "Alright," I said finally. "We'll manage without you. Just take care of yourself, okay?"

"Thank you," Andrea murmured, his eyes closing again as he wrapped himself in the blanket.

As Michael and I walked away, I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling I was having. Andrea had been so enthusiastic about the mission, so why was he suddenly inactive? It didn't make sense.

"I don't like this," I admitted to Michael as we prepared the rest of the team. "Something feels off."

"Same here I just feel uneasy about this," he replied. "Let's just hope things go well," he added.

I nodded, pushing my doubts aside. We didn't have time for doubts we have a lot ahead of us. As we moved towards the Firestorm pack, I looked around to be sure everywhere was safe for us.

Taking a deep breath, I signaled for everyone to take their positions. We were at the spot Andrea had suggested

The forest was so quiet, so calm, My heart beating hard in my chest as I waited, ready for action.

Just as I was about to give the signal for attack, I noticed a sudden movement with the corner of my eye. Panic hit me as I realized what was happening. "Ambush!" I shouted, but it was too late. Firestorm warriors ran out from their hideout, descending upon us with brutality.

War started off as we clashed with the enemy. I transformed immediately letting my wolf take over, fighting with all the passion in me . But frustration started to set in as I watched my men fall around me, plans we have made for years were crumbling right in my own eye. How did the Firestorm warriors find out about our plans? the one question I just couldn't find answers to.

"Michael, stay close!" I called out, fighting with my claws digging into the fire storm warriors, but we were badly outnumbered.

"Olivia, we have to retreat!" he shouted back, his voice strained with effort.

"How do we run from the numbers of warriors they will definitely catch up with us" I screamed out still fighting vigorously

It was no use. The Firestorm warriors were powerful, their attacks merciless. One by one, my team members fell, their blood spilling on the forest floor. My vision blurred with tears as I fought on, refusing to give in.

Finally, it was just Michael and me, surrounded by enemies. "Michael, run!" I whispered, my voice hoarse from shouting.

"No, I can't leave you!" he replied fiercely. "I'm not going anywhere without you"

"Listen to me!" I said, as we backed each other. "I can survive on my own, Mia won't let me die, just go" I instructed"

Reluctantly, Michael nodded. "Stay safe, Olivia," he said, before turning and disappearing into the woods."

Just then, I felt a sharp thrust on my side. a sharp scream escaped my mouth, I gasped, stumbling as blood soaked my clothes. Everything became blurry, and I fell to my knees. Strong hands grabbed me roughly, pulling me to my feet. I was captured.

I was dragged through the Firestorm territory, They brought me before Alpha Jethro, he was even more towering than I could recall with his graying black hair with a cold, merciless gaze. anger was obvious in his face as he gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

"So you this little thing wants to attack my pack "he said, his voice coming out as a low growl.

My heart was beating hard in my chest, but I forced myself to remain calm. "I'm not part of the attackers, they must have mistaken me" I said, my voice firm I had to do this the last thing I wanted was death.

"Behead her," Jethro instructed, his eyes narrowed with determination.

My mind raced. I was about to die at the hands of the man who had destroyed my family. Was like only fair to wicked people. I thought bitter tears were threatening to run down my cheek.

Just as the executioner raised his sword, a voice cut through the tension. "Wait!" a slim muscularly framed chiseled face young man with neatly trimmed dark brown hair stepped forward with a determined look "She's my new maid."

Jethro's eyes beamed with anger. "How dare you lie to me? She was brought here by the warriors, she was among the rogues trying to attack my pack"

"Father she must have been mistaken for one of them. She is my new maid. I sent her to the woods to get me some wild flowers." he said again his tone sounding so true

There was a moment of tension. I could see one of the warriors trying to say something but he must have been scared to interrupt the father and son's talk. Jethro glared at his son. "Derrick, if you are lying to me, you will pay dearly for your miserable life," he spat.

How could he even talk to his son in that tone and why was Derrick helping me? I just couldn't find my answers around it.

"Yes I will," Derrick said. "Please, let her go."

Jethro stared at me, almost staring into my soul with so much hatred. After a long moment of silence, he finally nodded. "Fine. Get her out of my sight he said motioning his hands in disgust

I was untied, my legs trembling As I stood trying to gain my stamina.

I followed behind the guy who I could call my savior, my thoughts were filled with confusion. How is it that my enemy's son is helping me? I trailed closely, keeping my distance as we walked through corridors. We reached his chamber, and he opened the door for me, a motion that surprised me also.

"Why did you help me?" I asked, stepping inside curiously.

"Is that what I get for saving your life?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"I didn't ask you to,"I snapped, folding my arms on my chest with a defensive look.

"So, you wanted to waste your life?" he challenged, with a narrowed look.

I went mute, unable to form a word in my head. His words struck deep.

"A thank you would have been enough to appreciate," he said slowly, with sarcasm in his tone. "I saved you because I hate to see a tall beautiful lady with long auburn silky hair, striking blue eye, long legs, shimmering skin, waste her life" he explained staring at me intensely

He chuckled, and my eyes widened at his comment that almost left me blushing. Did he just describe me? I immediately masked it off and replaced it with a stern look "I can't be one of your whores," I spat back, In disdain .

Derrick laughed out loud, his laughter echoing in the room. "Don't worry, I'm not interested in the way my name is Derrick," he introduced."

My mind was so unsettled. I would have been ready to fight him off, but his attitude was too calm for alarm. I couldn't understand his motives. "How am I going to get out of this pack house?" I asked, desperately.

Derrick's turn to me with a confused look. "You can't leave now. Not anytime soon."

"Why?" I demanded, my fists clenched, ready to fight if he tried anything stupid.

"Because my father will find you if he discovers you aren't my maid," he replied nonchalantly, leaning against the doorframe.

"So what do I do now?" I asked in a whisper .

"You have to stay and be my maid," he said curtly.

"Why would I do that?" I challenged him, my eyes staring daggers at him .

"Because you have no choice except you want to die by beheading," he blurted o firmly "in case you don't know my father then I did like to let you know that my father is a very strict man who doesn't go back on his words he will definitely find you" he explained, in a cold tone.

I smirked "maybe you forgot to mention the fact that he is brutal and heartless" I murmured underneath my breath

"Did you say something" Derrick asked staring at me

"Noo I didn't" I denied

"Come to think of it, did you really try to invade our pack?" He asked with a suspicious tone .

"Noooo... I never did anything like that," I lied, my voice shaking slightly. "I was really mistaken for one of them."

Derrick's eyes narrowed, studying me. "I thought as much," he replied, "you don't even look like one who could do anything like that" he added in a concluded tone

"So naive and clueless," I thought, my mind going wild with thoughts. If only you know that I will be your father's worst nightmare.

"Do you want me to dress up that wound for you?, the warriors must have struck you their" he asked in a pitiful tone

"No they are fine, they will heal themselves" I replied, surprised at his act of pity. I was used to wounds like this most times when I trained and other times when I had to fight some wild wolves. The great advantage as a wolf was that wounds could heal up themselves.

"Ooh totally forget about that I guess I'm quite the unlucky one" he said bitterly. I had no idea what he meant and I wasn't ready to ask either.

Derick seemed a little relaxed, "What's your name?" he asked suddenly. "And where are you from? What pack?"

My heart pounded in my chest. I had to think fast. "My name is Olivia," I replied smoothly, forcing myself to meet his look. "I'm from the Silver Moon Pack." I lied, I didn't have a pack after all so I had to think of something

Derrick raised an eyebrow. "Silver Moon Pack? I've never heard of it."

"It's a small, isolated pack," I replied quickly. I didn't want any suspicion. "We keep to ourselves." I added to make it sound more believable

He seemed to accept my explanation, nodding slowly. "Alright, Olivia. If you follow my lead, you might just manage to survive."

I was ready for anything at least to stay alive, I had to play this role perfectly. "Understood," I said, firmly, trying hard to blend in.

Derrick moved to a nearby chair and sat down, watching me intently. "You'll start by cleaning this room," he said, waving his hand around the chamber. "And remember, you're my maid now. Act like it, if the head maid comes to inspect my room and it's not clean you could get punished." He added

I nodded, trying to suppress the anger that was burning within me. I'm not a maid. I'm a warrior. And I will find a way out of this. But for now, I just had to play along.

As I began to clean the room, Derrick watched me, with no expression. "Why were you in our territory in the first place?" he asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

The question came as a shock and I didn't know exactly what to say. I had to come up with a convincing story. "I was running from rogues," I said, keeping a serious tone. "They attacked my pack, and I got separated from the others. I ended up here by accident."

Derrick studied me, his eyes searching for any signs of lies. "Rogues, huh? They've been a problem lately."

"Yes," I nodded, grateful that he believed me. "I barely escaped with my life." I added

leaning back in his chair. "Well, you're safe here. At least I found you a pack and a job he added boastfully with a smile."

I let out a "Tsk" so full of himself I thought inwardly I continued cleaning, my mind working overtime. I have to find a way out of this. And when I do, I will make sure my enemies pay dearly

I continued cleaning trying to do my best. When I finally finished, I turned to him. "Is there anything else you need me to do?" I asked, keeping my tone polite.

"Not for now," he replied, standing up. "You can rest. I will get some clothes for you to change into."

I nodded. As he walked out I sat down in the corner of the room, I needed time to think, to plan my next move. How did the Firestorm pack ever get to know we were attacking? I thought to myself everything just doesn't make sense. I need to find Michael but am caged here for now.

The door pushed open and Derrick walked in again "you will stay in the room next to my room it's a room for my personal maids stay, and change into that it is the maid uniform" he said putting the cloth next to me

"Can't you get me another cloth" I asked him how will a warrior like me be wearing a maid cloth I thought inwardly the thought alone was getting me pissed.

"I am sure you still love your life and I am not also planning to get myself killed by my father so just dress and act like a maid not like you are one princess" he said frustrated as he stormed out the room.

"I was actually a princess, until your miserable father rendered me homeless and turned me to an orphan." I murmured inaudibly as I was now seated alone in the room. A lot had happened just today. The pain of losing those I called family hitting me so hard I took a quick shower laying on the bed. Very much at alert I couldn't rest. Not when am in my enemies' den.