Prologue
My name is Llewella, in two days I will turn sixteen. I am small for a werewolf at five feet. I am skinny with blonde hair and crystal blue eyes. I have partially shifted, which means I can communicate with my wolf, Tala, but can’t shift into my wolf form. I have been a prisoner of my pack, the Bloodrose pack, and Alpha Donovan since I was six.
It started on my Birthday. Luna Illiana and Alpha Anton, the previous heads of this pack, were my parents. They took me to a hidden meadow deep in the forest of our territory to catch butterflies and pick my favorite flowers, Fireweed. My Uncle Donovan, the current Alpha, was there with us as additional protection against rogues.
Uncle Donovan was power-hungry and greedy, he felt that he deserved the Alpha title. He felt we should attack weaker packs and take their land to make us stronger. Not make peace with them and give them some of our territory and warriors. Taking him with us that day proved to be fatal for my parents, and life-changing for me.
Mom and I were busy picking Fireweed, when we heard shouting and arguing from the far end of the clearing. Mom told me to ignore it and keep going while she looked around, concerned for her mate. We heard a wolf cry out sharply. My Uncle’s wolf, Vilkas, had ripped out my father’s throat. I stood in shock as mom cried in pain and rage. Mom shifted to her pale silver wolf and charged Vilkas, but he was faster. He grabbed her by the neck and shook his head, quickly snapping it. Vilkas dropped her to the ground with a huff, then he looked towards me. I stood frozen as my Uncle approached me, when he stood in front of me the last thing I remember is his claws tearing at my face.
I woke up days later to find out he told the pack I was responsible for my parent’s death. I shifted early and my wolf went crazy. I found out quickly not to argue the story, or I would be punished. Instead of being the loved princess of the pack, I was now lower than an Omega. I was a slave and treated as such. Only two wolves in the pack were kind to me, Calhoun and Annalee. Calhoun was Alpha’s son, and Annalee his mate. They would often sneak me food and clothes but could do nothing else for fear of Alpha.
Enough about me, if I don’t start breakfast soon Alpha will get mad. As soon as I turn sixteen I will leave if I can, and run far away from here.
