Wednesday, March 27th

It’s been three months since Jon and Jamie first stopped by my room. To my greatest fear, Jon got called to dad’s office the next day. I was grateful to find that it was indeed just a meeting. Jon came by a week later with good news and several packages. Dad granted him permission to install a sliding glass door and a small wood porch. Surprisingly, he was commanded to pick up packages for me at the grocery store. While I may no longer be allowed inside the building dad is creating food and supply orders online and only Jon or Jamie are allowed to pick them up. Although I’m actually getting food to eat that is halfway nutritious delivered to my doorstep weekly, it’s still just enough to keep me going. I’m grateful to Jon and Jamie, who are as skilled at hunting as they are at protecting the border. I have learned that venison is quite tasty and it has become a regular source of meat for me.
Dad resumed his weekly training at the beginning of February keeping me weak and in constant pain. Add to it the weekly training sessions I’m forced to attend with Kristoph and my life here has become utter hell. I am forced to fight with dad until I’m exhausted where he then injects me with a sedative and I only found out recently Kristoph has been overdosing me on Viagra. Kristoph waits until the sedative wears off just enough for me to be awake while they assault me but not enough for me to have any fight. Not that my fight matters as I wake up nude, chained to the bed on my back.
My research of the drug indicated that humans use it for erectile dysfunction. In me it produces an incredibly painful and long erection giving Melinda plenty of time to figure out how to get me to orgasm.
My first attempt to run was last month after they proved that they could indeed get me off without me wanting anything to do with it. What I understood as being a pleasant and satisfying experience was actually incredibly painful for me. I feigned sleeping and overheard that dad wants Melinda pregnant with my child. What a sudden twist to wanting me impotent less than a year ago.
I didn’t purposely get caught that first time. I truly wanted out of here considering the littles have never returned. The only company I’ve had is the occasional visit from Olivia but she never stays long. She told me that she was singled out as the ringleader of the littles, the one that encouraged them to seek refuge with me. Her father forced her into the office with my father where he beat her to the edge of unconsciousness before allowing Kristoph to take her virginity.
While she had been molested by all the males in her family and digitally assaulted by her brothers, up until then, she had never been raped. I scoured Big Brother for the video footage of her ordeal. Just like all the previous videos I’ve found of Kristoph’s rapes, I spent majority of the time the video ran throwing up in the bathroom. I found numerous other videos involving his rapes of the tiny little girls in this pack. Once I found my laptop safe I spent two weeks tirelessly copying every video I could find involving Kristoph, including what happened to Jeremy. To my misfortune I never did find the video my wolf was after, the smoking gun that would destroy the pack as we know it.
I gave Jamie my pack with the laptop and several more of the notebooks the littles left. I had given Jon a box full of evidence to mail to Alpha Black just a week after he came to visit. My second attempt to run was worse than the first. After getting beaten into submission by the security guards whose sole mission was to keep me from leaving, dad tied me up and pounded on me around the clock for four days before turning me over to Kristoph for three. That was two weeks ago. It doesn’t matter that I’m not completely healed, I’m done with this place. I’ve got to get out of here even if I die trying.

(Thursday, March 28th; 1am)

I take one last look around my room before I step out into the cold March air. I have layered the upper part of my body as much as possible as the numerous breaks to my wrists and ribs have made the cold air as cruel and unforgiving as my father. I have learned from my previous mistakes and pray to goddess Diana that I make it across the western border into the Red Moon pack’s territory.
While the name itself creates fear within me, my only solace is the reminder that the Red Moon that abused me is an eight hour drive away. While it is the farthest border from the pack house trying to get out of the territory in a single go was my fuck up. My dad was prepared for me to take the route to get to the White Moon pack the first time I ran. While I actually got across the border in the neutral zone two weeks ago, I was even within half a mile of Dr. Carter’s home, he still somehow anticipated the direction I was taking and sent his enforcers after me. They are the equivalent to German Shepherds trained in schutzhund, once they are commanded they don’t let up.
This time I have prepared myself with the help of my beta and a dozen unknown friends. Jamie provided me with a map of the southern and western forests, areas I have never explored. They used spray paint to color code the trees along the path I need to take to get to the tiny cottages scattered throughout the center of the forest. Similar to Alpha Black, previous alphas built these simple 350 square foot cottages as a resting place during war times. They are perfectly placed halfway between the tree line and the border.
The southern border meets with Crescent Moon and the western border meets Red Moon. While Red Moon has never done anything to harm a member of the Red Fang pack, crossing into a territory knowing that the alpha hates Red Fang members is nerve racking but considering my desperate state, it certainly beats the alternative.
I was told by Jamie that Jon employed his closest friends, warriors and tradesmen alike who despise Alpha Redmen and his obvious destruction of what could have been a good pack. They all believe that my escape is the key to their freedom. The plan they implemented was they each chose a cabin and marked the cleanest path to get to it. When they arrived they verified that it was open and placed a backpack with canned food and water inside along with clean clothes to change into should I get wet during a sudden storm. They also left special herbs put together by a warlock that when sprinkled around the perimeter of the cottage, the smell will cause temporary amnesia sending any trackers or enforcers back to the pack house.
The plan is for me to take a week or longer to move through the southern and western forests until I hit the buffer zone. No one knows what’s in the buffer zone that can aid me in my travels. I just hope the security team has more brains than brawn and will take me to their alpha without beating me first.
Tonight’s quarter moon is periodically blocked by the dark clouds of a late March storm. I can only pray that it’s not snow as it certainly feels cold enough to lay several feet on the ground.
I slip out my back door and into the shadows bordering the pack house. I draw my wolf forward, encouraging him to create a partial shift, enhancing my senses and giving me claws for greater protection.
I pace myself easily as the cold air has always been easier to breathe with my asthma as that’s all I dare to bring with me, my medication tucked away inside a single, lightweight pack. I visually locate the first of several guards pacing the tree line and wait in the shadows for them to get out of site. I use my sense of smell to reassure myself that there is no wind to give away my presence. I run quickly from the southwest corner of the house into the trees, continuing at a slightly slower pace to ensure that I don’t get myself snared on the protruding branches. Once I locate the first tree with a fluorescent green x, I stop and lean against it, slowing my breathing down so I don’t go into an asthma attack.