Unknown POVA little girl ran through the woods, and an older person whose face wasn't so clear was holding her hands firmly, the sound of their feet and breaths was all that was audible in the still night air. The girl had red hair tied in a bun with tears streaming down her face.“Mummy are we going to be alright” she asked worriedly when she noticed the tears on her mother’s cheeks.Her mother laughed lightly, “Of course sweetie, everything will be just fine” They were hiding behind a huge tree trunk, and her mother placed her hand over the child's mouth.“Run” the mother told her child.The child shook her head, her eyes pleading with her mother not to leave her.The woman looked down at the child and gently caressed her cheek, “You must go now, sweetheart, please “ . The mother seemed like she was having an inward battle within herself. She sighed and kissed the girl’s forehead and letting her daughter run away crying.As the child ran, tears blurred her vision and she tripped a
Emily’s POVStrong arms pulled me away from the cold and the dark lonely woods, back to the warm-up safety of their embrace. I didn’t fight them because as much as I wanted to I wasn’t in a state to do so right now. It was more than the lack of energy that made me give up fighting it, it was the fear of being hurt by whoever it was, or worse, by myself, that made me stop fighting. That and the fact that my whole body felt numb and useless.I didn’t want to move, I wanted to stay in this perfect moment where nothing could hurt me and everything was calm. I couldn’t tell if I was still dreaming, I had to be dreaming but I couldn’t help but wonder why the woods had suddenly become my room, or why I felt warm inside, I know nightmares didn’t make anyone feel that way, I couldn’t tell if I was losing my mind. My eyes fluttered open slowly, just enough to look at who was holding me, but my gaze remained unfocused until I finally realized what I saw. My eyes widened and I gasped quietly whe
Emily’s POVDo you have days when you don't feel alive? Days when your demons cloud your mental space and you feel the walls of your house closing in on you? days where you just want to die and days where you curse the day you were born? Those are the moments when life seems pointless. A waste of time. It's like a mantra that keeps repeating over and over again in your head until one day it's all you can think about, the only thing you want to do: Die. You can't do anything else, because what else is there for you to do? I hated my life, I hated everything that came with it. There were days I stayed up crying, hoping and wishing for death but it never came. Sometimes I wondered if I was cursed if I had offended someone I wasn't supposed to in my past life and maybe this was my karma.“Emily!” her loud voice called out followed by her laughter that sounded like a cackling of vultures circling above their prey. She grabbed hold of my shoulders as she laughed loudly again. “What happe
Emily’s POVI was more relieved to stay in my room away from their boisterous voices. I liked to imagine a quiet peaceful life, where I would go away from here and start a new life. I imagined a future, but the reality was cruel and merciless. The world outside of these walls wasn't kind to my family. The outside world took my family away from me leaving me in the hands and mercy of strangers.My real father died when I was ten, Mother had remarried that monster downstairs a year after. We didn't have any money, things were hard and he was on our way out of poverty but soon Mother died too and the monster downstairs returned to his sick ex-wife and sick daughter.When he had begun hitting me, people in the pack cautioned him, even the Alpha but Hershel Liamsworth didn't take orders from nobody. Soon everyone forgot about me, all I always got were those pitiful stares that made me sick to my stomach . Every day I found myself praying to anyone and everything that they'd take it back.
Luka's POVAll my life, I had watched people fall in love, I have seen them find their mate like it was so easy and yet in my twenty-nine years of existence, I hadn't found her.How was I supposed to find someone I had never seen? Someone I didn't know, how?I didn't even think of what would happen if she didn't exist but that was impossible, right?She had to be out there somewhere, there was no possible way she wouldn't be.I didn't give much importance to others, they didn't matter as long as she was alive. But sometimes I couldn't help but wonder if truly I had one, maybe the goddess knew I was too damaged for her to give me anyone.“We will find her, we just need to keep searching” Alfred's voice jolted me out of my thoughts, he was leaning against the door frame watching me closely. “You know as well as I do that we won't ever stop trying until we find your mate” I looked at him- no, glared at him. “and we still have two more packs to check”. I nodded silently, clenching my hand
Emily’s POVThe next morning I woke up to the endless throbbing of my head, my neck sore and sore. A thin sheen of sweat covered every inch of my body making my tank top stick to my chest uncomfortably. My limbs ached, my throat was dry and my legs and arms felt shaky. All of this combined with the dull pain in my ribs meant I couldn't walk on my own anymore, not in this state. Still, the moment I noticed I couldn't move I tried again, pulling myself up using a nearby table. Slowly I managed to stand but instantly regretted it, my legs gave way under me and I collapsed to the ground, my head landing on the floor beside me.A muffled sob escaped my lips as I laid my head on the floor and closed my eyes, the light of the sun blinding me. I couldn't move or talk, I had no idea how much time had passed before the first knock resounded at the door.I wanted to ignore them and pretend I didn't exist. However, I had no other choice since I couldn't open my mouth even if my life depended on
Emily’s POV“How are you feeling today?” Mother asked me, her eyes scanning my body like a cat that was about to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse.She didn't seem concerned it was obvious from the lack of interest in her voice, but I didn’t know if she was being put to the test for being a good mother or had something because I had no idea on what was going on.What was missing?“Fine, Mother” I kept my reply curt, my eyes were fixed on my feet. There were times I received unending slaps for looking her in the eyes and there were also times I received slaps for not doing that - it all depended on her mood, you see. Right now, I couldn't decide which one she was in.When I dared looked at her, she looked as if she wanted to slap someone. Or at least punch someone. Her face was so red I thought she could start burning the house down. It wasn't rare she was mad at anyone and especially not at me. And this wasn’t just anger at me either. This was fury.I swallowed.“Go back to whatever y
Emily’s POV“Where have you been?” Avery snapped. I almost jumped at how close her voice was to me.Her tone was harsh and cold and I couldn't help but cringe at it. “Out to get your dresses” I handed the bag over to her and she snatched it away from me. I winced at her actions. “That's right, you are a slave and you should never forget this. Don't show weakness or else I'm gonna beat you to death”I hated that sentence.“Thanks” I mumbled without moving my head towards her and turned around heading back to the kitchen without sparing a glance back, ignoring the pain in my throat and eyes that refused to shed another tear, as I walked out with my head held high.I had to make lunch and dinner just in case Father decided he needed to eat his dinner early and I was glad to find a new table in the kitchen.I started working silently and efficiently, I didn't need to say anything to anyone because nobody cared.My mind began wandering.I wondered what had happened that day to make ever