Nothing

Prologue

Hey guys and welcome to my book 'Nothing' I'm currently re-editing due to some plot holes that are ahead and maybe also because of some umm hurtful comments.
I wrote this when I was fourteen so if some parts don't make sense then sue me. Also another thing is that this book isn't like other books where girl meets boy, so if you aren't ready for an emotional rollercoaster then feel free to just stop.

I also look forward to your comments and criticism but I will not tolerate verbal abuse .

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I’m tired. I’m tired of the pain. I’m tired of the hurt. I’m tired of trying. I’m just… tired.

Scared, alone, scarred, unloved, hurt, unprotected—I’m nothing. That’s the mantra I’ve chanted in my mind ever since I learned what those words truly meant.

The shower water trickled down my body, washing away the dried blood that clung to my back. At least the bleeding had finally stopped. It was the only small relief I could take from the hellish night before. The clock on the wall read seven. Great. I was definitely going to be late for school.

One step at a time, I dragged myself out of the bathroom, each movement igniting the sharp, stinging pain on my back. Greg had gone rough on me last night—not that it was anything new.

By now, you’ve probably realized I’m not normal. I’m not your average teenage girl with petty problems and minor inconveniences. No, I’m just a girl with a messed-up life. I’m nothing. And I know, no matter how much I wish otherwise, I’ll never be normal.

Life wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time, I had a perfect life. My mom and dad loved me with every fiber of their beings. I was happy. But that happiness shattered when my dad died in a car accident. I was seven.

A year later, my mom remarried. His name was Greg. At first, he seemed like the perfect stepdad. He adored my mom and treated me like his own. I was foolish enough to believe he could fill the void my dad left behind. But deceit is a cruel thing.

When my mom died during childbirth a year later, taking my unborn sibling with her, everything changed. Greg changed. He became colder. Scarier.

This wasn’t the same man who had smiled at me with warmth in his eyes or told me bedtime stories. No, this Greg was a stranger. Maybe the man I’d known had been abducted and replaced with someone else. My young, innocent self couldn’t understand how someone could change so drastically. It started subtly—his tone becoming sharper, his patience growing thinner. But soon, his transformation was undeniable.

My grandparents tried to take me away from him. They fought for custody, but then, out of nowhere, they stopped. Maybe Greg threatened them. Knowing him now, I wouldn’t put it past him.

Six months later, he sold the house without warning, and we moved. No explanation. No goodbye to the life I once knew. On our way to the airport, he drugged me. When I woke up, I wasn’t in a city anymore. I was in the middle of nowhere. Trees surrounded the house he’d brought me to.

The first thing I saw when I looked out the window was him, standing just outside. His gaze pierced through the glass, predatory and menacing. Then he chuckled—a deep, sinister sound that made my eight-year-old self freeze in fear.

And then he started stripping.

I was just a child, and I had to witness a grown man undress. But what happened next scarred me far worse. He morphed. His bones cracked and shifted, his body contorted unnaturally. In seconds, he was no longer human but a massive black wolf.

That was the day I learned the truth: werewolves were real. And Greg was one of them.

Everyone in that place was a werewolf. Everyone except me. I was human, weak, and out of place. Greg enrolled me in school, but being the only human made me a target. A vulnerable, helpless target.

At first, Greg ignored my struggles. But then he started… training me, as he called it. He said I needed to be stronger, faster, and tougher to survive in this world. His training was brutal. He’d hit me, deny me food, and even lock me outside during blizzards. Over time, he escalated to cutting me with sharp daggers, all under the guise of “making me numb to pain.”

For years, I believed him. I thought he was helping me. But as I grew older, I realized the bitter truth: I wasn’t being trained. I was being abused. And there was no one to save me. No one who would believe me.

“Get down here now!” Greg’s thunderous voice shattered my thoughts.

I flinched, instinctively pulling on a long-sleeved blouse to hide the bruises and scars that decorated my arms. My room, though small and bare, felt like the only safe place in the world. Leaving it meant stepping into the war zone.

The kitchen was eerily quiet when I arrived. The tea was already made, and Greg sat at the table, smiling. The sight of him happy set every nerve in my body on edge.

Something wasn’t right.

I took a sip of the tea, but paranoia gripped me. Was it poisoned? I pushed the cup away and wiped my lips, glaring at Greg as he stood and approached me.

This was it. I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the blow that was surely coming. But nothing happened.

When I opened my eyes, he was smiling.

“Happy birthday, Natalia.”

Shit.

Eighteen. That was the age when I legally became an adult. Greg no longer had custody over me, which meant I was no longer his responsibility. He could do anything to me now, and no one would care.

He pulled me into a crushing hug, his strength suffocating me.

“It’s finally time,” he whispered into my ear, his voice dripping with malice.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn’t. Crying was never an option. I needed someone to save me before it was too late.

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Unknown’s POV

“How long do I have to wait?”

“A matter of hours,” the voice replied.

“Good work.”

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The hours ticked by with agonizing slowness. Natalia sat in her room, staring at the bare walls. Fear clawed at her, its grip tightening with every passing minute.

What did Greg mean by “it’s finally time”? What was he planning?

She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to find comfort in her own embrace. But no amount of self-soothing could silence the storm raging in her mind.

Greg had broken her in every way possible, yet somehow, she had survived. But now, at eighteen, with no one to protect her, she didn’t know if she had the strength to keep surviving.

Unknown to Natalia, someone was coming. Someone who had been watching from the shadows, waiting for this moment. The hunter was about to become the hunted.