Break Me Heal Me

Raven's POV

I woke up with a muffled scream, I looked around my room to discover that the candle I took from the pantry had burned out. I was sweating profusely.

I just woke up from a nightmare which looked like reality. The same dream had been plaguing my dream for long.

My name is Raven. I am seventeen years old. I belong to the Attic Moon pack, I don't have parents. Yes, I was raised by the kitchen hands in my pack Alpha's house. I am without an original origin. No one knows where I come from, not one wolf. Everybody tried their best to avoid me, they say I bring bad luck everywhere I go.

According to what I heard in the kitchen sometimes when Sonia the meanest of all the kitchen girls decided to mock me, I was found one morning at the door step of the pack's Gamma. Abandoned there by someone nobody knew. The Gamma had brought me to the Alpha and they had tried to use my skin color and scent to trace my pack but it was never discovered. The Alpha at that point decided to take me into the pack since I couldn't possibly be left out in the cold to die.

I was named Raven because of the raven feather that was found in the blanket that I was wrapped with.

The first kitchen hand I was handed over to died when I was five years old. She had just given birth when I was found and she was asked to nurse me along with her pup. The little I remember of her, she was nice to me,as nice as she could be to a child that she was forced to nurse.

The day she died, the Alpha had asked her to take me to the market to get me some clothes as I was practically walking around in rags. There was a rogue attack that was unexpected. The rogues had tried to take me but she tried stopping them so they killed her so they could take me.

The pack warriors arrived just when one of the rogues tore into her neck. The rogues were killed instantly, none of them was spared.

I was then moved into the care of another kitchen hand who also died while trying to protect me from rogues. I was nine years old at the time and for the stubborn pup that I was, I decided to take an excursion into the other part of the bush where we servants went to pick fruits.

I was gone for long before the others noticed that I wasn't there. They started searching for me and when they finally found me I was cornered by a lone rogue.

My guardian rushed forward to get me out of harm's way but her movement angered the rogue and he lurched at her instead. He dug his teeth into her throat and pulled out her oesophagus.

I screamed with the scene