I could feel the heavy chain wrapped around my neck, my body naked and laid out on the dungeon floor. I felt heavy and weak. My eyes fluttered open, taking in the darkness of the cell I was locked in.
A cell, a spot, a place that I was all too familiar with. The walls were dampened with moisture and made of sandstone, while the floor was an uneven mess of concrete. There were several cell blocks in this part of the dungeon, all empty except for mine. There were no windows and the only light came from the cracks in the dungeon door where a guard was posted. The only other source of light was controlled by the light switch outside the cells. It was unnecessarily cold too.
I allowed a small whimper to make its way past my split lips as my body shivered and I made an attempt to move. I was cold and the position I was in, put too much pressure on my wounded torso.
Pain.
Shooting pains ran up my spine, healing skin stretched unwillingly at my pitiful attempted to right myself. My legs, uncooperative given their pathetic state made the task even more difficult. Alpha had truly punished me. Although I was a fast healer, sometimes wounds still took an unseemly long time to heal if I was wounded enough. I closed my eyes against the pain and tried to breathe through it, adjusting
'Alpha said I'd be here for two weeks...' My heart sank at the realization of just how long I'd be kept here for.
Whenever I was banished to this part of the pack house my meals would only come once every 2 sometimes 3 days. The pack has always been busy and it wasn't their fault that they'd forget to bring me food. The only problem I had was water, but thankfully the corners of the cell collected puddles from the moisture of the walls dripping down and settling in certain areas. It was enough to keep me going until they brought me what I was allowed to eat and drink.
With a little more effort I pushed against the floor and was able to get myself into a more comfortable position. My back rested against the cold wall and I arranged my legs in front of me. My hand shakily made its way to the collar and felt the chain that connected it to somewhere along the wall. Although my sense of smell was heightened by eyesight and hearing wasn't much better than that of your average humans.
A small sigh left me. I was never allowed free roam of my cell. Alpha said it was due to the fact that I was unpredictable. So certain precautions have always been taken to ensure that I stayed far away from the opening of my cell.
The chain and collar were made of silver, one of the few things in this world that seemed to truly hurt us werewolves. I've learned that as long as I didn't yank on the collar it wouldn't hurt my skin too much. After two weeks of wearing it however, I knew my skin would be grotesquely blistered.
Closing my eyes I breathed in steadily, wrapping my arms around myself in an attempt to preserve my body heat. I could feel a lump form in my throat and the backs of my eyes sting. There were times my body would get emotional. I never understood why this would happen. I had a good life filled with protection, so why my body always felt fear and why it'd at times leaked water was beyond my limited comprehension. I was never alone, the pack was just doors away from me, Alpha usually had me see him once a day, some days I wouldn't be punished and get a pat on the head. Not every day was grand, I'll be honest. Sometimes I didn't make it down to chow hall in time and the pack members on kitchen duty already had everything cleaned up. Those days I would go to bed hungry, but other days I was allowed to lick the plates clean. I also tended to break certain rules, even when I don't mean to. Those were all my fault though. There were other omegas out there who probably didn't have a generous pack as I had, so I didn't want to be ungrateful when everyone was always so kind to me.
Taking in a shuddering breath I opened my eyes back up and just stared at the ceiling thinking over everything the Alpha had said.
'I should be shifting tonight.' Without a clock, I wasn't sure what the time was, but werewolves tended to change around midnight. I've heard the painful howls of others going through the change, and I could only hope I would be able to keep my voice down. Usually, a family member or potential mate is there to help guide the newly shifted through the process. I've overheard in lectures that it was important to run with your wolf after a shift to solidify your bond so you wouldn't go rabid. A rabid wolf was very dangerous.
'I hope my wolf understands why we can't run.' My thoughts had me worried. I didn't want to potentially upset my wolf, I didn't want to go rabid either.
'Maybe Alpha will come down and let me run before my punishment begins?' I knew my hopes would be in vain. When Alpha punishes me, he refuses to come and check in on me until my time was up. It was another punishment. If I did see him it was usually to deal with the prisoners. Alpha was very scary when he dealt with them. The last prisoner had been a female Were. She hadn't spoken to me but when she had passed by my cell her eyes had met mine. Those eyes reminded me of the old omega that raised me for a short time. Full of kindness. That she-wolf had made such an impression on me. Even without the need for a speech her presence had been soothing. It was the one time that I did cry willingly. That night her mournful howls to her mate wreaked havoc on my soul. It was a farewell. Her mate never did answer, he may have been too far away or maybe he hadn't known where she was. When the sun had risen the next day Alpha had come down and questioned the she-wolf aggressively before I heard growls and a gurgled choking, then it was the scent of her blood that told me what happened. He had killed her. That was normal though, to protect the pack an Alpha must do away with the threats, even if that threat didn't seem like a threat at all. She must have done something to earn her death, but even though I repeated this to myself every day, I couldn't help but wonder what did she really do so wrong?
A whine escaped my lips as a tremor wrecked through my body, forcing me away from my thoughts. It felt like my skin was moving, bones grinding. The cold wall now felt like a welcoming embrace.
'This hurts.' I grimaced at another painful tremor. I've experienced many pains before, I've been punished enough to know the pain and learned to deal with it. However, this pain was different, much different. It felt like needles piercing into my flesh, my wounds from earlier in the day, started reopening as my skin rippled and stretched.
My body lurched forward as I expelled whatever contents that had been in my stomach onto the floor. A sheen of sweat now covered my body. Arching my back I bit my tongue in order to suppress the scream that was bubbling at the surface. My long black hair fell over my shoulders landing in the stomach acid and blood. I could barely control my body has it convulsed with each moment.
Crack
I couldn't stop the scream that escaped my lips as I felt my tattered legs bend awkwardly of their own accord. Wheezing, I clenched my eyes shut and waited.
Another scream tore through me once more, surely I would be punished soon. I couldn't contain my cries of pain as my body reorganized itself. My skull was the worst of all the pains. I felt my jaw dislocate, crack, my teeth moving, growing and rearranging. My hair felt like bee stings as it started spurting from all areas of my body. Tears slipped from my eyes as I continued to scream out my pain before I could take no more and allowed darkness to encase me.
When I woke up again, my world was different. My body ached but as I surveyed my surroundings I took notice that the dungeon was clearer in the darkness, the smell more pungent. I could hear beyond the dungeon walls. The breathing of the guards, their unique smell now stronger than before. The urge to howl filled me as another presence in my body came forward. My wolf.
The presence was welcomed, the missing piece to my person found. The excitement I felt was joyous. The urge to howl out my happiness and allow my wolf to run was intense. I needed to run. Shakily, I struggled to stand up, finding my balance on four legs instead of two. You would think it'd be a simple feat to accomplish but I resembled a newborn fawn more than a wolf struggling to stand. Turning my head I could see my body, full of thick silky white hair, a stark contrast to the raven locks I sported in my human form. My wounds from Alpha all but disappeared and healed thanks to my shift.
Finally getting my footing I was able to get myself on all four legs. Still, I was trapped. The collar around my neck was chained to the dungeon wall, preventing me from moving freely within my small cell. It had grown taunt against my neck and I could feel the burn of the silver sizzle away at my hair and skin. The collar had slightly expanded but I was much larger as a wolf than a human.
Testing its resistance I tugged on it and instantly regretted the movement. Heat urged throughout my neck burning the skin under my fur as if reprimanding me for my feeble attempt.
A growl I could not contain burst out of me, annoyance at being confined. My wolf wasn't pleased. I could feel him pushing me to try harder, but I wasn't obedient to my wolf. It needed to understand that our Alpha put us here for a reason and unless we quieted down we would be punished more severely this time.
I could feel me wolf pacing in my head. It wasn't a pleasant feeling. We were caged and I could feel our desperation for pack and freedom.
I fought back the howl that was fighting to be released. We weren't allowed to make noises. I could feel my wolfs frustration with my internal struggle. It was a game of tug-a-war. I was so engrossed with my inner battle that I failed to notice the presence that entered.
"Toby!" The voice boomed off the walls startling me and making me accidentally release a growl.
Immediately I bowed my head, tail in between my legs and I slowly backed up ears back. I had just growled at the Alphas Beta. A sickening feeling came over me.
"Well now look what we have here." His voice wasn't as smooth as the Alpha's and he had made it known since I was a pup, that he didn't like me. Alpha liked me, he patted my head and the other pack members would leave me their scraps of food to eat. They liked me. This wolf though, made me very aware of his distaste for me.
My wolf couldn't stop from flashing his fangs in warning to the beta. It wasn't a challenge but more of a warning that I was scared and nervous.
"Look at you, all big and bad now since you've shifted." His brown eyes shone bright, his own wolf at the surface wanting a fight. "The entire pack heard your shift, I'm just here to administer your punishment." A sinister smile spread across his devilish face.
The Beta wasn't ugly but his smile wreaked havoc on my nerves. He knew I feared him, knew that I was unable to follow all the rules when he was here. He never wore many clothes and was always the first to show off for the she-wolves. Like most Were's, he was built with well-defined muscle, but the Beta also sported many scars. He enjoyed a fight, even if it was with someone weaker or stronger he relished in it.
I sat on my hunches, my body wound tight, the collars burn from its taunt lead, was being ignored by me. The pain this man was going to inflict would be far worse then the burns the collar would leave.
My wolf was snapping its jaws in my head, he was panicked, angry, and just as scared as I was. My hair stood on end. Glancing at the chain I lunge for it, hoping my teeth would be able to break through the metal.
"Ah-uh little omega, that's very naughty of you." He opened my cell door and stepped in, closing my only escape route behind him and re-locking it. The chain was burning my mouth forcing me to let go. My tongue and the sides of my muzzle were now blistered and bleeding from the silver. 'He's going to hurt us, we can't get away.'
"It's silver, you'll just hurt yourself worse trying to escape." His voice purred his dissatisfaction with my behavior.
"Now, come!" His voice boomed in my ears, my heart was beating too fast and I felt myself start to pant. I needed to go, he gave me a command, I deserved my punishment but he was too cruel. He enjoyed it too much. He made my punishments last longer because of his hate for me.
Tentatively I took a step forward. 'It'll be worse the longer we resist.'
"Your wolf needs to be trained!" Before I could even contemplate his words, the Beta stormed towards me grabbing the scruff of my neck and throwing me into the nearest wall. I fell to the floor with a sickening crack. Old and fresh wounds split back open from the force of impact.
"I'll enjoy forcing your wolf into submission." As he spoke the words I watched him move toward the chains and start unlocking me. My ears perked up at the sight, maybe he was going to let me out?
"Don't play too rough with him, we still need him." My head snapped to the door where my Alpha stood, arms crossed against his chest and leaned up against the side of the open doorway.
A whine escaped my mouth as I looked to my Alpha for refuge. He would surely stop his Beta.
"Aw, come on Clyde, you know I ain't gonna kill him." He smirked down at me reaching for my collar. I wasn't able to stop my wolf from biting his hand when it got to close to us.
"Haha, better watch yourself, Sid. Don't soil him either. As much as I wouldn't mind having a piece myself, an omega soiled before their heat won't be able to reproduce or mate." I couldn't help but let my attention slip to Alpha. Heat? Reproduce? Mate? Although I was an omega I knew nothing of my status. I didn't know what being an omega met other than being a nuisance to the pack.
"Once his heat hits, someone will have to mate him or else all the males will end up killing their female for him. What do you have in mind since his heat should hit him soon?" My head snapped back to the Beta and I tried to back up more.
"You'll just have to wait and see, but we have to take care of the war first." Alphas smirk was deadly and when his eyes landed on me I could see his teeth poking through his lips, taunting me. "Have fun, Toby." An anguished howl erupted from my throat as his back turned away from me and left.
Alpha left me, with him.
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