Chapter 1
Emilys Pov:
I wake up at the new house we moved into 3 days ago, we have to move alot or else others would see my brusies, I'm 18 years old about to finish highschool.
My mother died when I was 2 years old, some rogues entered our territory and killed her. My father became a drunk, drinking his pain away, he blames me for my mothers death. Shs died protecting me, and I suppose it was my fault.
I wake up on the ground hissing as I tried to get up from last nights beating, i manage to pull myself up from the cold hard ground of my room and grab some clothes and head to the bathroom.
I undress and look at my horrible body... my face has two horrible brusies, one on my right eye, thats now black and swollen and a blue and black bruse on my jaw. On my neck, you can easily see the handprint that was left by my father and all over my arms leading to my stomach and back are bruses and cuts from his beatings and the cuts and scars from the broken class bottles. I start to cry and enter the shower, making sure to put warm water on and to carefully wash my body as blood washed off of me.
I put on some back skinny jeans, and a dark red hoody on, making sure to cover my arms. I put makeup on to cover the bruses on my eye amd jaw.
I grab my stuff for this new school since its my first day, i have alot more room in my bag, so its not as heavy on my sore body. I make my way down stairs and hurry to make his breatfist, i want to leave before he wakes up. I make him eggs and some tost with a beer right beside it. I hear his door open and i bolt out the door, we only live 5 blocks to school. I start walkinf making my way to school.
You might be asking why havent i told someone? Ive tried... my father ended up killing them...
I make my way to school and get my class schedule, i dont speak much and i keep my head down, i make it to first period with 20 minutes before class begone, i took the farthest seat in the back and put my head down. Trying to get a few more minutes of sleep.
I wake up to the teacher yelling, She took role and she called my name and alot of students just stared at me. I kept my head down closer to the deak.
This one guy came in real late, he was tall and built, not huge but big enough his biceps were showing. He was covered in tattos with his shaggy black hair, his jaw was chesled and sharp, his eyes were an amazing deep blue color.
All he does is stare directly at me, i can tell by scent that he's a wearwolf and a powerful one at that, witb his scary auroa i wouldnt go close to him. He's not the only werewolf, their are alot of them here in class. Their must be a pack here.
I dont understand though why hes staring at me, he couldnt possible tell that i'm a werewolf, my scent is too small, only an Alfia could tell im one.
Its getting scary by the way he's staring at me. I decide to ignore him, and put my head back down.
Soon classes passed by, it was lunch time, i went outside and sat down under a tree, being careful and slow so that i wouldnt hurt my fresh wounds from the beating my dad gave me. I wasnt allowed to eat today so i decide i was gonna work on homework.
Until the guy from earlier (who's name is Ryder, found that out during role call second period.) came and stood right infront of me.
"Shit" i mumble under my breath.
