Her Endless Love

Trial.... Execution?

I awoke to the cold ache of my body, I sat up slowly analyzing my bloody arms. My body was bruised, it had suffered another harsh night of beatings. Cement walls and flooring left my body trembling in the cold autumn chill. A sigh of relief left my body as I noticed I was alone. The cellar was closest thing to my bedroom, it was no bigger than two wolves by one wolf.

I only had a few older blankets that were stacked in the corner and a small backpack that contained my life. I used the blankets for a bed most nights to avoid the bone cold chill that the concrete brought, another chill ran through my body making me realize I went all night without their warmth. I saw to wooden door across from my room, sunlight had began peaking through, I let out a grown, telling the sun to go back to sleep; sadly it didn't make a difference, I had to face the day. I felt the bruises through out my stomach and the cuts down my back intensified in pain when I sat up. I have had worse beatings, but they always hurt the same.

My legs were tightly bound to chains with a cement block at the end of each, making open sores a constant pain around my ankles. The sores were in constant pain due to the wolfsbane laced within the chains. I know I'm a werewolf, but cement blocks is too much, even for a healthy wolf. I grabbed the chains in my hand, leaving my ankles to breath, but the familiar burns grabbing my hands. It did little, but it was the most relief I could give my ankles. I pulled the cement blocks to the small set of stairs that was across from the 'bed'. I let out a small growl trying to walk up the stairs, my back shot with pain with each step reminding me of last night. I was sweating on stair three from the pain and exhaustion, thankfully there were only four. The chains weren't very long, and I was preparing to open the weight of the leaning door. I leaned back with my body weight to open the cellar door, practically falling onto the grass out front. I hissed at the pain, I had let go of one of the cement blocks while falling making my leg drag me further; I tried to bite my lip to ease the pain. A heavy sigh left my body as I grabbed the chains once more continuing with little grace, walking around to the front door of the pack house.

Never hurts any less than the day before, I thought to myself.

The pack house was build from stone, it should have been beautiful; but the years had been unkind to the land. The grass surrounding was bare, overgrown vines had taken over the right half of the house, while the left had never been rebuild from a rogue attack. The once guarding stone was cracked and chipped from a hard impact, ash marks were present near the bottom of the foundation. No one's ever told me what happened in the rogue attack. It had happen a few weeks before my arrival. Clearly the pack house didn't burn down, but someone might have tried. The idea of being rid of this place made my heart warm, but I couldn't imagine killing so many people if they were trapped in the fire, I still have to get out of here. I opened the heavy door, shaking the thoughts from my mind.

Pack members growled at me as I limped through their house. One wolf tried to pull my chain out of my hand. Anger ran throughout me as I growled out to the girl, she quickly glared but went back to a group relaxing on the couch, a small eruption of giggles sounded as she sat down. I let out a warning growl, people stilled around me but the group was silent. A small sense of pride swelled in my heart as I made my way through the crowd. As quickly as it came, my pride was slide out from under me, my cement blocks were thrown further making my legs ache once more. Doing a quick scan of my leg I could see blood dripping from my foot. A middle age man stopped beside me, grinned down at me before making his leave with the crowd. I saw him look back, hoping I would talk back.

'Are you serious' I thought.

I walked into the kitchen where most pack members had abandoned by now, fumbling over to the sink I allowed the water to run over my arms. I hissed in pain, the warm water hurt the scrapes and open wounds that lined my arms and face. I tried to wash the blood off my clothes and hair, but I could only do so much. I sighed as the brown water began to run clear. A few pairs of eyes drilled holes into my head, I grabbed an apple before leaving, it was the small portion of food I was allowed. I glanced back before I left, even the omegas of the pack glared in my direction but thankfully didn't hurt me. Usually omegas are welcoming, even to rogues if they're friendly.