Chapter 1
"Introduce yourself." I heard Julie - my new therapist- say.
I looked at her dead in the eye and I saw her quiver a bit. A smirk danced across my face, it always makes me happy to see how scared lower class werewolves are of me. After a long sigh I answer her
"My name is Summer Maria Parker and I am a werewolf." I looked her straight in the eye again and added on. " The rightful alpha of the Crystal Moon pack."
"Okay, good. Now I want you to tell me about your family, your pack and your childhood." Julie questioned again but this time with more respect.
I thought about it for a while, this unworthy wolf having to question me, an alpha, all in the name of her profession. Questioning me as if she had some hold over me. I can feel my blood boil and my mouth run dry thinking about what a great meal she would make. But I can't feast on her. All because of this stupid system of the councils. We are werewolves we don't need to be out in foster care. I'd much rather be thrown into the woods then sit here and pretend to be their idea of normal.
"I am 17 years old, the eldest of 4 children, I have a twin, Ryan. And a younger brother by 2 years Aiden. Selene, she is the youngest, 6. My wolf's name is Alexis. My... My parents are Seth and Christine. They're all back in their hell hol-"
"How is your relationship with your family?" Julie interrupted me.
I let out a growl and glared at her for her act of blatant disrespect. My desire to eat her becoming more prominent than before.
"Do not interrupt me while I speak. I know how this works so shut up and listen." My alpha voice coming to surface in a thickly voice.
"Y-yes Miss Parker." her voice wobbly.
"As I was saying they all live in their hell hole of a home back at Crystal Moon. I don't remember my pack very well, besides for the training grounds and cells. When I was little I was always locked away. I was not allowed to go out and make friends like others. It was devastating for a kid, and like any other child I decided to sneak out and see what it was like. I was only 10 at that time. That was my biggest mistake. My luck wasn't that good, as soon as I made it out I heard my father's voice. I hid behind a wall. There was another man with him, asking him about his family and kids. My father had told him that he had sons and he couldn't be more proud of them. I was confused thinking why he didn't mention me, his daughter. And then like a pitiful human I was sad and heart broken.
Like some woeful teenage human with daddy issues my head was filled with thoughts hammering at me asking me if my father did not like me, was I not a good daughter to him, was he not proud of me like he was of Ryan and Aiden?
My mother found me and dragged me back to my room. I asked her about it. My 10 year old mind wanted to know why her father wouldn't acknowledge her, and then, she told me that since "daddy" is an alpha he had a pack to worry about. She told me that I was too little to understand and when the time was right it would all make sense to me. But I didn't believe it, I don't believe a word because I still don't see how it made sense. Call me stubborn but I wanted answers so I went looking for it. "
I looked up at Julie who was busy taking down notes as I spoke
I continued whilst reliving that moment again. I remember everything so clearly. Father's shocked face when he saw me in his office and then mother running in after me.
"Daddy do you love me, am I not your little princess."
He looked down at me... He looked at me like I was not his daughter, like I was a rogue to whom he felt nothing but disgust and repulsion towards. Exasperated he said to me
"Summer I don't have time for this, go to your room."
"No, no please tell me. You do love me don't you. I am your daughter. You're proud of me just like Ryan and Aiden right?!"
"Enough! You are already a disappointment to me leave from here right now before I rip you apart. You were never meant to be born, your birth has brought shame to me and this pack!" He shouted at me and I could see his eyes turning more black with each word he spat at me.
At that moment everything came crushing down. I couldn't move my limbs or hear anything that was happening around me. All I could see was mother holding back father trying to calm him. I didn't know what was reality anymore. I couldn't breathe and room was closing in. I tried to move my legs, to walk out, to do something, anything! But I couldn't. Suddenly two arms grabbed my shoulders and carried me inside my room.
I cried so much that that night. I couldn't stop myself. How could father say that? I was his own cub. How could he be cruel and not love me?
My thoughts were disrupted when mother came inside.
"Dear, no don't cry mommy's here. Hush now." She hugged me trying to console me.
"Summer you have to to understand that daddy is an alpha and in this pack there is a rule. The first born cub is the heir and we cant have you as the heir. You're a girl and this is the biggest pack. A female alpha will be a sign of weakness. Other wolves and packs will make fun of your father. This is why daddy is angry. He said all those things without thinking. He does care for you."
I tried to take in all of that but it was just too much and with what mother said I felt something inside me snap. I was numb. She was wrong, he did not care for me at all. I saw it in his eyes, the disappointment and hatred, there was not a trace of love in those soulless pits.
"Things would have been so different if only you were born second. Our family would be so much happier. Accepting you would be so much easier for your father."
She hugged me and mumbled to herself thinking I wouldn't hear her.
But I heard it, I head each and every word.
Every. Damn. Syllable.
"What happened after that" she asked softly
"After that I stayed with them for a year and I hated everyone around me, I couldn't stand being with them. I was angry and aggressive. I didn't consider them family. I trained with the warriors, spent my time in the cells watching the prisoners get tortured and avoided everyone in that house. After a few months I was over it, I didn't feel sad or the pain anymore. All I ever felt was rage.
I turned 11, I lived an entire year seeing how people were treated in cells, learning how to fight, how to inflict pain on people. That was my comfort for a year.
That year Seth and Christine were expecting a baby. I heard the whispers from the servants in the corridor's. It was within those corridors that my rage turned into something more lethal. I was returning to my room when I heard laughter, a loud male one and a feminine one. It was them. I went to their room and hid behind the wall eavesdropping. Finally their laughter died down and then I head him.
"I am so happy today my dear, you have truly made me the happiest man alive. We're going to be parents again Chrissy. Our little girl, our princess Christine." I didn't think it was possible. I thought that they could only break me once. But I was mistaken. For the second time they had broken me. But this time instead of the pain I was filled with hate and rage unlike I have ever experienced. It was his voice that did it, it wasn't that it was filled with undeniable joy, no, it was the pride that he spoke with. He said it with such pride that all that made me want to take away the very source of his happiness.
