I'm dragged out of the darkness and greeted with, the smell of freshly cut flowers?

Roses, my favorite scent ironically

I open my eyes and I'm greeted by flowers. Hundreds possibly even thousands of them all around me.

Everywhere.

I was standing in a field of flowers, the sky a vast expanse of baby blue. The sun shining brightly, the sun I feel I haven't seen in years. My body no longer hurt for some reason, I could move freely, and when I walked it was as if I was walking on nothing but air.

Am I dead? Am I finally free?

Am I finally dead? Is my suffering finally over?

"Welcome my child". Whispered a soothing voice, seemiling coming from thin air. The voice was gentle but had a commanding presence to it.

"Who's there?", I whip around and come face to face with the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She almost didn't seem real, she looked like a goddess. Like I'm not gay but if we were ever stranded on an island...

She had long white hair that flowed down to her ankles, even her eyelashes were white.

Her eyes.

They looked just like the moon. It seemed like she had the midnight sky dancing around in her eyes. She was wearing dark makeup that only seemed to amplify her otherworldly beauty. I studied her as she looked back at me curiously. But I could still see hints of amusement dancing around in her eyes.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice for some reason no louder than a whisper even though I had intended to speak at a normal volume.

"I am Selene, the Titan Goddess of the Moon." She states, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Her voice was like the wind, gentle and loving, I imagine this must be what a mothers soothing voice sounds like. I barely remember mine, I used to recall her voice, how she looked and even how she smelled like freshly cut rose's.

"I am the true creator of all werewolf's," she continues, as if to answer some unspoken question I had, but I didn't.

Even though I wasn't a werewolf the Goddess they believed in was taught to us humans and she eventually became our Goddess as well. But her answer only sparked more intense questions.

"Why am I here?", again in only a whisper, why couldn't I speak any louder? I was starting to get aggravated by my own voice.

"You my dear, are very special. I come with a message, I know your life has been hard and for that I am sorry, but you can help change the world, this is not what I meant to happen and I need your help to fix it. My wolves are running rampant, I created them to love and help, not hurt and harm. A war is coming and I fear my creations will not survive". She explained, her voice pleadingly with me to listen and believe.

I was speechless, the only thing I could do was stare open mouthed at her, this chick must have lost her marbles. And I definitely have no urge to help those lowly werewolves.

"No way in hell". I finally said, breaking out of my sudden trance.

"I have spent a majority of my life in darkness, surrounded by nothing but those beast you love so much! I've been alone, and abandoned by everyone I have ever loved, I would rather die than help them, they beat me, and abuse me as if i was nothing more than a speck of dirt on their shoes!", I screamed at her, tears stinging my eyes.

I had never said that out loud, but man did it feel great. Like a weight was lifted slightly off my shoulders.

She looked stunned for a moment then she looked at me, a frown adorned her beautiful face, pity filling her eyes.

"And for that I am truly sorry for all that has happened, it wasn't my intention..." she trailed off. "But You cannot change fate!"

"Fate? What fate?! My fate is to be used and die in a pool of my own blood! If your so powerful then why don't you fix your own mess?" I question.

"I cannot undue all that has been done... but you can," she cryptically replies.

"I'm not strong enough for what you ask of me." I deadpan starring at the flowers at her feet no longer wanting to look at her.

"You are stronger than you think, and don't worry you won't be alone for much longer". And with that final sentence she slowly faded away and I was once again left alone.

And I slowly slipped back into the darkness away from the flowers that smelled so much like my mother.

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I bolted awake, instantly regretting the movement, I was still on the hard concrete floor. I slowly tried to sit up, my entire body throbbing with each movement. My blood staining the floor around me, the once gray cement was now a dark copper tone.

Blood covered me and what was left of my clothes making me all sticky.

There was an old shower down here, I slowly lifted myself up and hobbled over to it. Stripped the bloody clothes off my body. Then took the coldest shower in the world, I stayed under the water until no more blood was being washed down the drain.

I walked over to the little bit of clothes that I have, I grabbed a pair of pants and a loose fitting shirt and attempted to put them on.

My back was the biggest protester to this movement, damn whip..

With a bunch of grimaces and a few whimpers here and there, I was finally able to dress myself. By the time I was done tears were stinging my eyes.

I reached up and patted my cheek, and winced. No doubt my face was a lovely shade of black and blue, plus I could only imagine how swollen it must be. And now my cheek will match my two black eyes and broken nose.

My right eye could barely open, and every blink was like sandpaper on my eye. My left eye was burning like someone had sprayed pepper spray in it.

This is hell

This is the circle of my life, I wake up, I cook and clean and get beaten to the point I black out, then I wake up and do it all over again.

I slowly make my way up the stairs into the pack house. Immediately I go to make breakfast and because I didn't make lunch or dinner yesterday, because I was beaten into a bloody pulp, I know that I'm going to be punished, again.

I make the pack their usual breakfast pancakes, waffles, eggs, bacon, and bagels. As the pack comes down to eat breakfast I scurry away to begin cleaning the pack house.

Wouldn't want to accidentally run into any of the higher ups... again.

I start with the common areas', my arms and legs already screaming for a break, and a stabbing pain in my back isn't helping.

Every movement ends with me grimacing or whimpering, but I know I can't stop now. I have to get my work done, or I'll never get any sleep tonight, and I love sleeping, it's like death but without the commitment.

When I was finally done with my chores, I headed back into the kitchen to prepare lunch. Never a damn break in this house, just one thing right after the other.

As I was entering the kitchen I was knocked down, I looked up and saw the future Alpha, Josh. Almost instantly my entire body started to tremble and shake, and that only seemed to excite him more. It's just my natural reaction to werewolves at this point, to shake and whimper. And I hate how often I keep running into this damn bastard.

Oh come on I didn't have any time to recover from round one

With one swift motion I was being pinned against the wall by my throat. Again.

I didn't even have time to react, werewolves speed.

"Pl-please, A-al- alpha", I managed to get out.

But it only made him hold on tighter, and a horrifying grin spread across his face.

Black dots started to cloud my vision, blocking out Josh's horrible face.

"Mate! Mine!"

I glance over to where the voice was coming from. A blurry figure started heading in my direction, my body reached out my hand towards the blurry figure, as if some sort of instinct took over.

My body went limp, and then for the second time in two days, everything went dark.