I Am Not Your Victim

ARPER'S NIGH

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; they are recognized to be hate-filled and ruthless. They are nasty and take what they want. It is not beneath them to kill, steal, burn, and destroy anything and everything f

o innocent packs and families. The Foul Moon Pack is already a large pack. It took a while, but he combed through members picking out the "liabilities" who he decided would weaken his despicable army. If members of his pack show any kindness or pleasant traits, they would immediately be slaughtered. No member was able to leave on their own te

I could have sworn I heard Gabriel growl. Maybe

op. I cried to the Moon Goddess as my father fought to get to my mother. Thane made my father watch as they tortured my mother. First cutting her hair, then breaking out her teeth. She tried to hold her scre

s dying right along with him. Thane took pleasure in the torture. He skinned my father with slow knife strokes just to prolong the pain. When he was done my father was nothing but read flesh and muscle, but he was still alive and awake. Blood was pooled at his knees where he was knelt on all fours still holding himself up. Pain had overtaken his once strong and loving features. My father breathlessly said to me 'never forget who you are. You are stro

e to escape my prison. Thane was planning to mark me on my eighteenth birthday. I planned and packed a small pack with essentials. I negligently forgot food of all things. I knew Thane was starting to trust me. I forced myself to allow him to grope and kiss on me to make my a

d yell at them, and break things then demand they clean it up. When I was alone, I always apologized to the servants, and they soon figured out my plan. They supported my escape. About three nights ago, a few servants stood watch for me as I slipped from my bedroom window. I never skipped on training, so navigating the shadows quietly was second nature for me. My only light that night

it to freedom. At that point I was welcoming death, I was numb from the heartache of losing my parents the tragic way that I did, and the thought of knowing I was now alone in this world with no one left that cares about me. It is such a lonesome feeling... I don't know how far I traveled, or when I fell asleep. I just know I woke up to your guards asking me questions. They were strong but polite, even though I was a stranger. It was in the middle