Chapter 3: Danger

"Best you die you disgusting whore!" Camille screamed. She stayed for some extra seconds waiting to see if I would stir but nothing happened. The vision was faint, very faint but I could still see her. She folded her arms across her chest, and her breath got hot and faster as she struggled not to shift even when her claws were half out and her skin had been covered with furs. Camille had dragged me out from the pack's laundry to the woods, where she had beaten me till now. Even as her wolf glared and growled at my small body lying helpless on the cold ground, I think it took only her instinct not to bite my head off. Normally, Camille had always said I smelled awful as an omega, she also never stopped saying how pathetic I was, and how I could not help myself much more than the entire pack one day. Camilla eventually concluded that the younger Alpha just has very bad taste in times of choosing a woman like me. My eyes filled with tears as I struggled to get to but I felt limp, like an overcooked noodle. I hope I don't look bad, I hope I have not been stabbed or my skull was broken, and blood is gushing with the way Camille looks. Suspensiously, Camille looked around before sniffing the air. She doesn't mean it. I struggled to talk, but I could not. All my prayers are for her not to leave me in the woo. I will sincerely appreciate it if she drags my pathetic body back. If life was a game, I know, and I will vouch that I have been cheated. All I have consisted of my empty life with no one, not even a family as I lay on the ground, Beaten and damaged. The droplets of rainfall met my chin wh which made me blink and stir awake. "Shit" I panicked "She left me here!". Without checking for any sign, I knew that I was bleeding because I could perceive my blood. Rage! Fear!! Closing my eyes as tight as I could, I clenched her fist as I struggled to my feet. I whimpered in pain and winced from my headaches, but nothing could be done, just to wiggle my fingers so I wouldn't touch the open wound and maybe infect it. The only thing that had kept me alive was the weird ornament that had been around my neck since I was found. Funny enough, I haven't tried to remove it and wonder why I still have not outgrown i,t or removed it. I just feel like it's some kind of connection. Since that was the only thing left with me, the peoplehood had probably stripped me naked, as a kid would have a reason and something to identify with when I might return. But not dead! Not in the middle of the woods in cold weather where the rogues would be looking for what to hunt and perfect, I am the perfect object. The worst part is that no one would look for me, no one would maybe check to dispose of my dead body before Mother Nature devours it. "I wish I died!" Well, my wish couldn't get me long enough when I began to hear noise around me. I knew it might be the rain, but the rain didn't growl, nor roar, as I could hear the waves of people running. Since they were fast, I know they might be wolves, not sure, but humans can not be so fast. "moon goddess" I whispered as I began to walk in random directions "Please help me not to meet the rogues again" As an omega wolf that hasn't shifted, I don't have the sense of that sharp smell or run fast, not even the instinct every werewolf has much more healing. Hugging myself, I wiped the water off my face as I looked in random directions. With the droplet, I could taste my blood mixed with rain, my head kept spinning and it also felt heavy. "I don't want to die!" I panicked as I struggled to remain on my feet. Immediately I stood straight, and the left hand of my blouse which Camille tore with her claws fell exposing my left breast. Quickly, I covered myself back with the torn cloth and supported it with my left hand. My right hand held my forehead which has resumed spinning since Camille knocked me out. Luckily where my wiggling legs could carry me, I found myself very close to the backyard of the Pack's laundry room where I lived. A painful smile spread across my face as I began to leap toward it. Even when I felt very weak and could not carry myself, the last thing I wanted was to get stuck with the rival's pack of Rogues. I just can't think of it, I can think of gang rape and torture. I can't think of what they would feed me with and finally kill me. The last wolves they got were raped, tortured with silver, and bled to death. Although I had wished to die some minutes ago getting those ideas made me very scared of death to the point that it had me screaming and crying as she rushed to the hidden back door. "I don't want to die! I don't want to die!!" I fell on my knees on reaching the door and got up immediately "I don't want to di-". What was that?! The growling sends cold down my spine adding to the merciless rain pouring heavily on me. With my jaw dropped, I imagined all the good things I could have done if I had known my family. With my mouth stopped halfway open. It could be that I may have died without knowing who they are. Or maybe I would surely die because the big wolf standing behind me doesn't look like what could show mercy. "Plus..." My lips quivered. It's a black wolf, all black and huge. It has blood on its snort and mouth down to the neck. Its eyes shone like blood, totally red, and I assumed some of the blood from the dead person might have given the wolf's eyes. The ground shook beneath my small feet as I said my last prayers in my mind, hoping to kill Camille in my next life. My eyes closed as I expected, but knockout, but nothing happened, not even a sound from the big black wolf. 'What's happening?'. Opening my eyes to see it staring back at me in shock, rage, pity, and something else I couldn't explain. I felt somehow connected to it, but I still couldn't hear what the wolf kept growling about, but something else was already clear. Run!!