Bruised and Abused

through the beautiful lush green forest; her name could be heard being called from a familiar voice

! Morana! Come

softly towards her as if trying to communicate something. Curious, she went walking into the luscious cool forest. She had barely taken five steps when she felt an arm around her body, before she could react, she felt the hand pulling her away from the wolf and throwing away from the forest. Morana landed a few feet away f

ds the scene, Morana took a look at the gray fur that was covered in blood, torn to pieces, she was unrecogniseable, she walked closer t

and eyes wet with foreign water. her open palms curled into fists as she closed he

r fault- it’s all your fault she's dead!" He screamed that day. Warriors and pack members all cried when the doctor declared her

ho to blame they had chosen the little girl who had just lost her mother, they were disgusted just at the sight of her. She was too young to be a warrior, and with no other use for her they placed her in the cells, far from the pack house and

, and many didn't dare to cross them. Morana’s mother was to take over her uncle's positio

ries about her Mother. How she would often go to different Packs and spend time meeting their warriors and talking to

were months that she had been able to go without “punishment” as long as she stayed quiet. Grace is the only one who brings her a plate of food and clean water as frequently as she can. She would also empty the bucket she had used du

hat task, every year he comes into the cell and on days when he's had a bad day. The beatings reduced when her uncle had found his mate, she had hoped his mate would have changed him and he would be willing to forgive her and she will finally be free from this life of torture, but that never hap

et whipped. Morana had stopped talking when she turned eight, she had thought eight whips hurt,

ysically but mentally too. One specifically got to her in different ways, ways she never wanted to speak of, ways she wished would

nd started falling out in patches. Grace often spoke how she wished things would change, but Morana knew it would never happen. she was to be stuck here until the day she dies. she was laying in the middle of the cell sitting up slowly she looked at

small smile graced her chapped lips as she blinked, slowly feeling the tickling sensation of its legs dancing along her skin. But the smile softly faded when she remembered what day it was. She knew today was the da

wed in an attempt to open her mouth to say something but her voice wouldn't come

wolf from the pain she felt. “We are one Morana. Let me take it this year. Please” But there was no way she was going to let her wolf take the beatings this year, with a shake of a head she reached for the food at her

d and concentrated on the stone walls that surrounded her. Her wolf’s words turned silent once she had eaten half o

stretched her back softly knowing she won't be getting another opportunity to move for a while. She took one las

to silver she tried to hold back the hiss that came out of her mouth as the silver burned the skin. He tightened the chains as he wrapped a leather collar around her neck. "Can y

supposed to be her mother’s mate “Why did she have to die? It should have been you, you useless piece of shit!" He said, his v

eyes widened I realization. Silver, his was going to be worse than any of the times before, "You like?" He asked and twirled the whip in front of her, "You've been such a good little doll,

er sweet little mate." Rick, her guard said as he yanked

K! C

er head from the silver collar that was wrapped around her throat. She looked around the cell walls, seeing her blood that was splattered across the walls and she could feel the

By fifteen whips she had fallen over the post, the heavy wood went sideways once tilting once her full weight was resting on the poll and ended up falling

r Rick's curses and then silence. “I

he saw that the silver had been taken off of her body, she was on the bench of the cell, a place she neve

er head. she opened her eyes and looked at the food at the far end of the room, it was so far away, “Morana, listen to me, if we don't do this you

yet longed for. With tears falling down her face, she fell to the ground and crawled to the food. Opening her mouth, she stuffed everything in, her stomach turned painfully rejecting the stale bread instan

atmeal and the ball of rice. Her hand reached to the end where she placed spoilt food and unwrapped the nylon, she had received them two weeks ago. Morana clos

stuffed the food down her throat, not even trying to chew. Feeling the grains against he

and let out a soft cry as crumbs fell on the dirt. Slowly, she looked up at the spider from earlier still on the wall. Clenching her teeth,

er stomach, she felt her b

s her bones broke and rearranged themselves. The wounds on her back didn't help as the squished together and stretched. Since she was placed in this

cell. The pain that was on her body, wasn’t on her wolf’s as she walked up the stairs freel