Haunt tale 1; the longing bride
[TW FOR; brief Suicide, SA, SH & abuse mentions, if these topics do not fit your taste, triggering or sensitive please either read with caution or do not read]
As my feet guide me towards the calling sounds of the elder from my pack I quickly stopped, noticing the Alpha; Andrew was there, i gulped yet still gathered to the elder, it was time for the first haunted tale in a long time, i sighed, getting prepared as i sat beside my friend; Penelope, her wild, red hair tangled and unkempt as always, it was in a stark contrast to my untangled black ringlets.
“When is the tale going to start?” Penelope complained, i shot a glare to her. “When Elder Elias is ready to tell it, now hush” i playfully whispered to her, nudging her arm.
“Hmph!” She pouted. I chuckled to myself, giving a slight smirk, my dimples showing as only soft, barely noticeable dents that could be way deeper if i grinned or smiled fully.
“You two, tone it down!” Maria, a basically glorified baby momma of the alpha whisper - yelled to us, we snickered to one another and started to perk up once Elder Elias, the elder telling the story started to speak.
“Aw, Maria, let the girls be” The elder chuckled softly before clearing her throat. “Now, onto the tale, shall we?” Elias asked, looking to Andrew for his approval, he nodded and sat beside the Elder.
“Long ago, centuries before this very day. This very hour, our pack was thriving in the Arctic lands, their thick fur able to keep them warm, yet, as the generations passed, a tradition was lost, families were dying out due to a upcoming blizzard, so, the pack moved and moved until they rested at a crater in the far away mountains, that aren’t too far off from where we are now” Elias began, starting off with backstory.
“The pack was thriving once more after the migration, yet after a couple of fulfilling generations, a specific werewolf was born, a prophet destined to be the then alpha’s mate, her name was Klein, she was a very strong willed werewolf, soon, after her thirteenth birthday, she had her first heat…it was early, which only meant the prophecy was right, was true, the girl weeped and sobbed for hours, not even feeling the effects of the heat, she reached her eighteenth birthday, which was horrible for her, she was forced to mate with the alpha, she was miserable, she screamed and yelled no, the alpha didn’t listen, he forced himself onto her, impregnating her and forcing her to bear his children, she was the epitome of sorrow and misery, the alpha had many children with her, forcefully, she had became empty, longing for something she couldn’t have, a real, loved, and cherished relationship, not something that was only used for when the alpha was in heat or just horny in general, yet…he cheated, and cheated, and cheated relentlessly, causing her more and more sorrow and misery” Elias continued, telling the tale of Klein’s tragic, miserable life.
“And on this, miserable, sorrowful day a thousand centuries ago, she took her life…when her body was examined, it had results of abuse, rape…self harm and much…much more things” Elias continued, tearing up a bit.
“Tales say, she still haunts this pack to find what she can’t have” Elias finishes the tale, it was tragic and miserable, even Penelope was quiet, it had hit so close to home for her as she had tried to end herself a while ago, and also self harmed herself a lot when she was a child, i hugged her, patting her back, whisperinf comforting words to her, knowing i couldn’t begin to imagine her sorrow or misery.
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