The abused mate

How it started

The day started off as any other, my mom woke me up and made breakfast, my dad discussing how to improve the pack with my mom. After breakfast I took a bath and my mom dressed me in her room. We were giggling and playing when all of a sudden we heard screams and growls outside, my dad burst in the room with a panicked look on his face. Me and mom grew scared when my dad had explained we where being attacked by the Blue Ridge pack West from here.   My mom told me to go and hide in the closet when we started hearing loud noises of fighting wolves. I didn't know what was going on at the time but I listened to my mom and hid in a box that had a hole in it so I could see what was going on. My dad told my mom to stay inside while he ran to help protect his pack, leaving me and mom in the room,  scare to death. I saw my mom crying on the bed, trembling, and scared out of her mind. An hour later she was pacing around when all of a sudden she fell to her knees, clutching the fabric that covered her chest.  Her eyes were wide as tears poured out. I heard a bang wand the door flew open. My mom slowly looked up, the pain that was in her eyes turned to fear and she started backing up. I saw a wolf stalking close to her, blood covering the brown fur on his paws and muzzle. He growled viciously at my mom and jumped, ripping her throat out before she could even scream. As she died she turned to me and mouthed three simple words that made me start bawling my eyes out,  "I love you". The wolf followed my mom's gaze and looked straight at me threw the hole.  I started shaking as his yellowish gold eyes glared into my icy blue eyes. He walked over to the closet and opened it.  Then he opened the box and pulled me out harshly by his teeth, although he did not kill me, no he carried me outside, as he carried me I saw what was happening, everywhere I looked along seen was the multiple bloody corpses belonging to my deceased pack members.  Then I saw what horrified me the most, my dad laying limp on the ground,  bloodied and torn to pieces. As I cried even harder the wolf took me to a black van and looked at the men beside it. The men opened the van and he threw my inside. I yelped as he threw me and cried more. A few minutes later and I felt the van moving, no longer able to feel the presence of my pack members I realized they were all dead. I curled up in a ball and fell asleep, not letting myself fall into a deep sleep, afraid of what was to come when I got to where the van was taking me.