Forgotten Saved Loved

Chapter 1

FEL: Ch. 1

CAN YOU GUESS WHOSE POV??

In a world of wars, hate, love and mates, I stand alone.

In a world of sadness, happiness, anger and forgiveness, I struggle alone.

In a world of selfishness, honour, giving and empathy, I feel alone.

I stand alone. I struggle alone. I feel alone. Alone. Never again will I feel complete without knowing what's going to happen to me. Never again will I feel like my life has meaning. How do people cope in a situation like this?

Three years. It's been three years since I was captured and not even a clue to see if they're coming for me. Three years that have caused so much pain and tears to fall. Three years where my hope slowly strips away. Three years... and I'm still not found.

I guess you can say I'm forgotten. Have you ever been forgotten? It's a horrible feeling to have. It makes you feel like you're not loved anymore, like no one cares. Being forgotten for so long can change a person. It can change a person so much... that they can't even remember them self. They can't remember the person they used to be. They can't remember the person who used to smile and joke around. The just can't remember.

How would you feel, if you counted the days that you've been forgotten? 1065. How would you feel, if you counted the times you've been beaten? 3034. How would you feel, if you counted the wishes you made that never came true? 5267. How would that make you feel? Sad? Angry? Annoyed? For some, maybe happy? In all honestly, it makes me feel like total and utter crap. It makes me feel like I'm not loved, that I never was.

You know, for the past three years, all I've thought about is when they're going to come for me. When they're going to magically pop up in front of me and say 'surprise'. When they're going to finally help me escape.

Every day though, I wake to the same site. Instead of their smiling faces, I'm met with my guards' stone face. Instead of their twinkling eyes, I'm met with the dull light of the bummed lightbulb. Instead of their warm embraces, I'm met with the cold feeling that always surrounds me. I'm always met with the total opposite of what I wish, want and need. Again, I'm all alone.

For the first year, I wished upon a star every night. I thought if all the fairytales were true, that it would work and I'd magically beam back home. Believe it or not, I even tried The Wizard of Oz trick and clicked my heels together like Dorothy while chanting: "There's no place like home. There's no place like home. There's no place like home."

It never worked.

During the second year, I stopped crying and tried to grasp a hold on things. I put up with the beatings and trained my brain to help protect me against it. I trained my wolf to stay away in the shadows of my mind. I just stopped being a baby and took hold of me.

That helped.

Finally, the third year. After holding onto hope for so long... My last grip was let go. My fingers uncurled from the thin strand and let it broke. I let my hope go. I became numb during the third year. I thought, "What the hell? No one cares anyway! What's hope gonna do? Bring back my life?"

So, I became a heartless piece of nothing that rotes away in a tiny cell. My sanity, love and happiness decaying away ever so slowly. Me willing my life to come to an end quicker. I just want this nightmare to be over.

As I sit on my poor excuse for a bed, a rag on the cold cement floor, I bury my face in my hands and think. I think about what my life would've been like if I didn't end up here. I could've met my mate. I could've had pups with her and gotten married. I could've made my way up the ladder to finally become a general in training. I could've had a life.

I stand up and grip my hands on the metal bars that cover the small window of my cell. It's that high up that only my eyes can see through it ever so slightly.

A beautiful sight greets me. Lush green grass is displayed on the ground, graceful butterflies beating their wings, the wind blowing lightly on my fingers, the trees swaying and all I want is to rid myself of this confinement and get out into the world. This little window is the only way I know how many days have gone and passed. How many days I've been alone.

I let go of the bars with a sigh and plonk back down onto the floor. Why is my life miserable? Oh yeah! Because I decide to help the ones I love without thinking it through. I just act on what my bloody instinct tells me to do.

The sound of the heavy, soundproof, metal door opening draws my attention away from my depressing thoughts. It's about five o'clock in the morning, so no guards should start their shift until at least another hour or so. That only leaves one more person... Kate.

(A/N Here comes the big shock...)

"Comrade?" I hear her faint whisper through the dim lighting. "Comrade, are you awake?"

Yep, that's right. It's me. The little second choice for everything. The guardian that's forgotten. I'm Comrade Hollow.

I hurriedly scatter to the bars of my cell and stick my hand out into the darkness. "I'm here Kate, follow my voice." I tell her in a hushed tone. The door may be soundproof, but it's still good to take precautions.

Not soon later, I feel a small hand grasp my own. I slowly pull her to the bars and my eyes glimmer when I see her adorable face. Kate's a very pretty girl with waist-length, dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. She's only short, about 5 foot 2. That's what you expect from a 13 year old girl though.

"Why are you up so early? You might be caught." I scold lightly. She giggles and rolls her eyes at my lame excuse. She's always up this early to talk to me, I should know better.

"Comrade, you know I always come early on a Saturday. Everyone's always asleep." She tells me back as she lightly smacks me through the bars.

I roll my eyes. "Yeah yeah."

Kate was only 10 when the war between the Nightfall and Moonlight Pack happened. She was too young to fight, but her parents weren't. She lost both in the battle sadly, she's still haunted by dreams of how they could've been killed. Since her parents died when she was at such a young age, even though it wasn't meant to be, she was put up for adoption.

Here's a bit of a background story...

Remember Damon? Yeah, I'm sure you all remember him. Well, the bastard got away and survived that bloody war. He survived the war so many other wolves didn't... He took what little pack members he had left with him and set himself up deep inside the woods of his territory. At least, that's where I think I am.

As I chased and killed the runaway wolf, I was ambushed by his remaining pack members and knocked out. I honestly wasn't in any condition to fight. I woke up in this cell and I haven't been out since.

About two years ago, Damon met his mate, Phyre (pronounced fear-e). She's Spanish, if you didn't get that. From what I've gathered, she's weird, funny, shy and, when she first met me, she was a bit awkward. Also, for some odd reason, she wears combat boots everyday. Honestly, I think she's a good mate for Damon because she can keep him in check. Against his harsh, cruel and anger controlled ways, Phyre's are much smarter and more controlled. On the other hand, that doesn't mean good news for me.

Unfortunately, they found out they couldn't produce pups. Phyre, of course, was heartbroken. Then you had Damon. He went on a total rampage and guess who got the wrath of his fists? Yep, little, weak, Comrade. I got all the hits and kicks and just dealed with it. That's when my hope started to slip slowly away.

Knowing that there were many pups left with no parents from the war, Damon adopted one. That one being Kate. Kate was thrilled that she now had a family again, an alpha family at that. Phyre was also thrilled, but you can still see the sadness that lingers behind her eyes.

Overall, Damon found his mate, Kate was adopted by him and ever since then, she's been coming to see me every single chance she gets. The stupid girl... I've never asked her why though. I've never wondered why she's so intrigued with me. I've never wondered.

"So, my pretty little girl," I begin, earning a small giggle from Kate. "What's been happening up above? I haven't seen you for at least four days!" I exclaim with mock outrage. Kate breaks out into full on laughter and a ghost of a smile graces my face. I love her laugh, it gives me peace that there's still good people in this horrid and cruel world.

Kate's the only one that can make me smile like this. If it wasn't for her, I don't know if I'd be copping.

"Well," She begins after her little laughing fit. "Mum has been trying to get dad to be happier and not angry all the time. You know, for certain reasons they can't help. Of course he isn't angry around mum and I. Um... Dad's also been training all the newly shifted wolves. Apart from that, nothing much." Certain reasons being that Damon is still angry about the baby situation.

Yes, she addresses Damon and Phyre as dad and mum. Don't ask me why, I would never do that. I think it gives her closure though, knowing that she has replacement parents. I know her real parents can't be replaced though, never in a million years. No child should have to live through the pain of loosing both their parents in one day.

I nod at her and rub my sore eyes. I sigh as I bury my face in my hands. "Has there been any word?" I whisper. Kate knows exactly what I'm talking about. I want to know if there's been any word from Celina or Axel, or even Callum. I want to know if they're coming for me.

She puts on a sad smile as her eyes fill with sympathy. I instantly know the answer. No. "I'm sorry Comrade, but nothing's been heard. If it has, then dad's doing really well to keep it from everyone. I'm sorry." She repeats.

I close my eyes and sigh heavily. Life just isn't fair. "You should go." I whisper, my face still in my hands. I don't want her getting caught down here, who knows what Damon will do to her?

"Comrade..." She trails off with tears in her eyes. She hates it when I ask her to leave, it breaks her tiny little heart.

"Please Kate, please. Just leave." I whisper again as I bring my face from my hands. The truth is, I don't want her to see me like this. Like the broken man I know I am.

She takes one look at my eyes and her bottom lip quivers, her head nodding. "I'll be back soon." She promises, then darts out of the room. She locks the door behind her, letting me wallow in my self pity once again.

No word from Celina. The one person who I thought I could trust. She's had three years to look for me and still, she hasn't found me. Yet, I found her. I wonder how the triplets are going? I've missed their first step, first word, first everything. I wanted to be there, to be uncle Comrade. I guess my fantasies will never become a reality.

Axel. A man who has power, strength and courage. In all honesty, I wanted to be like him. Key word: wanted. Now? Now all I want is to know why he hasn't found me yet. As I said, he has power no one else in this world has. He's the Moon Goddess' son for Christ sake! He could've done something! He can do something.

Then you have Callum. The first choice guardian. The first choice beta. The first choice friend. The first choice everything. He even made Celina laugh first. He's seen the triplets' first step, heard their first word... He's the first uncle. Uncle Callum, always there to make someone laugh. Always there to make Celina feel happy.

What do I do? I make her feel pain. I make her feel worry. I make her cry and cry and cry. There's one thing I have done though that's good. That one little thing... was making her feel loved when nobody else did.

Axel abandoned her when they first met. Callum just tagged along for the ride and wanted to see where it ended. Me? I care for her. I love her. I make her feel safe. I helped make who she is today, the confident and kind Celina Heart.

Again, I hear the doors unlocking and opening. This time though, it's not Kate.

A buff man, over six foot tall, greying brown hair, cold black eyes and clothes to match the whole demeanour. Everyone, I would like to introduce you to Mr Crusher. That's all I know of his name, the nickname that was given to him for a very good reason. I learnt that the first day I met him. Never again, never again...

I bolt into a standing position and clench my fists. Mr Crusher catches onto this and chuckles darkly at me. "You know what today is boy? Work out time." He booms in his almighty voice while unlocking my cell and grabbing me around the neck.

Four times a week, I'm forced to do work outs, fight against the most well trained wolves and push my limits to the max. As torturous as that sounds, I find it as a way to vent my pent up anger. To let everything out when I feel the need to. For me, it's a way of mentally fixing myself.

It's also made me a lot more buffer than I was before. I have biceps, an eight pack, calve muscles and I most importantly have the strength to carry on. Something I've been needing for a very long time.

Mr Crusher drags me to the workout station that's only a few metres away from my cell. He throws me straight into the wall that's adjacent to the weights. I look at them with an emotionless expression. Here comes the pain.

"Get to work boy!" Mr Crusher snarls. The vein in his head starts to make an appearance and his muscles flex with annoyance. Hey, I would be annoyed to if I had to wake up at six o'clock on a Saturday to supervise a prisoner. It'll probably be better if I just do what he says and get this over with, but what's the fun in that?

I take my sweet time while getting up, just to aggravate him more, and make my way over to the weights. I lower myself onto the bench press and physically prepare myself for the 250 kilograms I now I'll have to lift.

"Don't test my temper boy, I have power over you." Mr Crusher threatens. To add to his threat, he of course adds another 50 kilograms to the weights, forcing me to bench press 300 kilograms. That bloody bastard.

On top of having werewolf strength, I also have my guardian strength added to that, making me extra strong and mighty helpful in these circumstances.

"One!" Mr Crusher booms and I lift the weights with determination, just to prove the bastard wrong. He will not overpower me!

"Two!" He continues and I lift it again. The muscles in my arms work with all their might as I stain and push them to the limit.

"Three!" He booms again. I lift the weights again and all that's going through my mind is: 'I hate that bloody son-of-a-bitch'.

He continues until I've done 100 bench presses with a 300 kilogram weight. Yet, this is just the beginning.

Mr Crusher smirks at me. "Tired?" He asks curiously, that smirk still evident on his face and his eyes twinkling with hate towards me. I'm sure mine are burning with the hate I feel towards him alone.

I smirk right back with a challenge in my eyes. "Not even the slightest." The smug smirk drops from his face and a deathly glare replaces it.

Bring it on Mr Crusher.

* * *

Hours and hours of gruesome workout and I'm just about ready to collapse. I won't though, because that would mean giving in and I don't do that. I won't even mention the stuff Mr Crusher got me to do, it's to painful to think about.

"Had enough now boy? Huh? All tired out and ready to give in?" Mr Crusher mocks me. I shakily rise from the floor where I just had a defence and offence game with the one and only Mr Crusher. Guess who won? Not me.

All my muscles are burning, my joints are aching and I just want to fall to the floor and sleep.

I don't answer his question, just breath heavily. For what seems like forever, we just stare at each other and see which ones stare is first to break. We do this at the end of every workout, when I now I've had enough and when Mr Crusher nows he's won. Neither if us admit it though because sometimes the outcomes are different and I'm the one who's won.

His smug smirk that I've come accustomed to, haunts his face. "I do believe boy, that this workout is over." His voice smugly states and all I want to do is punch that already crooked nose of his.

I don't answer him, just follow him back to my cell. He gives me a rough shove, to which I growl at. He just laughs and proceeds to lock my cell then walk away.

As soon as I hear the heavy door closing, I collapse to the ground. This is what I've had to live with for the last three years. This is the torture I've had to go through... and it's only lunch time.

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Hi all my sweeties!!! I know I've disappeared for a while, but all I'm gonna say is that I now hate wi-fi. Yes, this is the sequel to UDF by the way.

First off, for all the people who asked to be part of my book, I'm sorry but it just became too hard to fit you all in. I've chosen two or three to be part of it and those people are the ones who asked first. I'm really sorry!

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