My pack and the elders
Sad.
That has been my life since I came into this world. Well, not completely sad, because life was good when my mom was still with us at the pack house. But overnight, my life became miserable. My mom left, and I became a target for the pack bullies. That even being the Alpha's daughter didn't help. When my dad remarried, I was happy for a moment. I felt like I finally had another mother who would take care of me and a sister I could play with. Now, I regret having any of them.
I pulled my knees to my chest, resting my forehead against them. The forest around me was silent, the only sounds were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the occasional crack of a twig beneath a small rabbit's feet. It should have been peaceful, I can’t lie that the scenery of the forest was nice and calm but I still feel sad.
Damien and the vampire elders wanted to change me into something I wasn't, to make me fit their expectations of what the vampire queen should be. But what about what I wanted? Has anyone ever asked me if I wanted this life? If I wanted to be a vampire queen? No. No one had ever cared to ask me. I was just a little human no one cares about and they’re all ready ro play with.
I was grateful I heard their conversation. If not I'll probably be a vampire by this time .
Tears stung my eyes as I thought of my pack. Would they even want me back? The thought of facing them was almost unbearable, but what choice did I have? I can’t stay here, and I certainly can’t go back to the vampire kingdom, I don't belong there.
A part of me wanted to scream into the forest, to let out all the pain and frustration building up inside me. Instead, I forced myself to stand, my legs trembling beneath me. I had made my decision. I didn’t want to be the vampire queen anymore. I didn’t want to be part of a world that saw me as nothing more than a tool that looked down on me. I just wanted to live my own life, even if it meant going back to a place where I wasn’t fully accepted. At least I have my dad and my best friend.
With my shaky legs I began to walk towards the werewolf kingdom, hoping that I wouldn't get lost on the way. I knew that the werewolf kingdom was south but wasn’t sure of where my park was exactly. Hopefully any pack I find myself in will help me get to my pack and not kill me.
Hours later, I stumbled into a pack's territory. My vision blurred, my legs giving out as I collapsed to the ground. I heard faint gasps and hurried footsteps approaching me but i was too lazy to look.
I could see eyes looking at me but I couldn't recognize them as I tried to keep my eyes open. I couldn't, I was too weak for that.
"Freda!" a familiar voice called out, I wanted to open my eyes as i heard the voice of my father but i couldn’t.
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Days passed and I began to regain my strength. Once in a while I thought of Damien and Christy but I tried my best to take them off my mind.
The pack members kept their distance, and I was left mostly alone, which suited me just fine. No one bullied me and I was okay with that.
My father came to my room often, bringing me food and checking on my recovery. But he didn’t press me to talk about what had happened.
One morning, as I was beginning to feel somewhat like myself again, my father entered the room with a blank face. "The elders want to see you," he said quietly.
I knew this moment would come. I nodded, rising from the bed. My legs were still sore from all the walking but I still have to see them, the werewolf elders were a set of old men that had no patience. I was lucky enough to not have been interrogated immediately I entered the pack.
The elders were gathered in the meeting hall, their faces looking scary as usual. My father sat at the head of the table, his eyes not meeting mine as usual it never did.
"You are back," the head elder said. " I wanted to be rude and say no but I kept my mouth shut.
"And since your arrival, the help from the vampire kingdom has ceased. Supplies and aid we once received are no longer coming. You have brought their wrath upon us." He continued
I stiffened, anger bubbling up inside me. They were blaming me for this? Did they want to trade me for the vampire kingdom assistant?
I opened my mouth to argue, but they continued.
"Perhaps it was a mistake to think you could ever serve this pack," one of them sneered. "You are not even a full wolf. You couldn't be a vampire queen, and you certainly cannot be of assistance to any of us. You have failed."
The last few words made me more angry, do they have any idea of what I went through in that blood sucker place. I glanced at my father, hoping for some support, someone to defend me, but he only looked at me with pity, his eyes full of sorrow. He said nothing, and that hurt more than the elders' words.
