Friends of the past part One

4. Friends of the past part One

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"I see the dress fits you perfectly. I had to go down a few sizes considering how much weight you've lost," Diana said with a smile as she entered my room, catching me off guard.

I turned my head away from the window where I had been lost in thought, contemplating my problems. I stared at Diana without responding to her comment. She used to be my best friend, my sister, but now I was supposed to be her personal slave. Diana had become even more beautiful since the last time I saw her. She had matured into a woman, losing her girlish figure and demeanor.

Her presence exuded strength, and she carried herself with confidence, as if seeking to assert dominance. I couldn't tell if it was intentional or if it had simply become a part of her over the years. Regardless, there was no need for her to dominate me. I was nothing, no one. There was no need to display power to a girl who had nearly lost her connection to her wolf.

Diana's blonde hair was more golden than I remembered. Her skin sparkled as sunlight streamed through the window. Diana was incredibly beautiful - tall, elegant, and powerful. Seeing her made me self-conscious. I was the opposite of Diana in every way. I felt weak and broken, trapped without hope. Diana stared at me, considering her words. I struggled to control my emotions. I wanted to scream at her for abandoning me, never checking on me in the dungeons, letting the pack members treat me like trash, enduring humiliation, pain, and regular sexual assaults by Sean. I wanted to hate her, but I couldn't. She wasn't the cause of my misfortune. She wasn't my father or responsible for me being born into my family. She wasn't to blame for anything.

Still, I was angry at her for abandoning me. One day she called me her sister and best friend, and the next she cast me out like a stranger. But I was grateful. For the first time in three years, I slept in a comfortable bed, bathed without interruption, and chose clothes freely. I did little things that were once normal in my life, and for that, I was thankful. I wanted to hug her, but I knew to keep my distance. We were friends in the past, but now we were master and servant, at least for now. So, I stayed in place, waiting for her to finally speak.

"You are not a prisoner in my house," she finally said. "You can roam around the place, but sadly, you must not stray too far from the vicinity. My father would not be pleased," she added, a look of sadness on her face as she spoke. She pitied me. She pitied what I had become. I knew I looked pitiful, but I never imagined that Diana would see me that way in this lifetime.

"Thank you Di– Mistress," I lowered my head, biting my lips from the mistake I had just made

"Anna!" She sighed before continuing "You can address me as Diana, we used to be best of friends"

"Used," I muttered venomously. A bitter taste filled my mouth as a tear trickled down my cheek. Thankfully, my head was bowed, sparing Diana from seeing the pain in my eyes. I desperately wanted her to embrace me and allow myself cry out my pain on her shoulder. I longed for my best friend, but I was too scared to admit it. I feared rejection. Surely, Diana had made many friends while I was imprisoned. She had moved on with her life, and it pained me to know that.

"Okay," I replied meekly but I did not have the boldness to look her in the face.

"Your hair is longer, beautiful," Diana said, surprising me with her outward compliment. It had been a while since I had received a positive comment on my appearance, apart from the vulgar ones Sean filled my ears with while using my body.

"Thank you," I finally said, looking at her face. My black hair was indeed long, reaching my butt, but the texture was wild and unkempt. I hadn't had the privilege of visiting a salon for three years. That was another privilege I had just remembered losing. It's strange how, in captivity, we start to cherish the little things we once took for granted. For example, I hadn't seen a movie in three years, nor had I listened to a single song.

I wished I was human, I would have been living a normal and simple life, not that humans had it all easy but they get to have choices on how they led their lives, humans wouldn't have to be punished for the mistakes of their father, every man faced his own puni for his sins, if I was a human by now I would be in college, dating a random guy , partying every other weekends and making sure I maintained my grades, if I were to be a human ,I would be free.

Freedom, it felt like a foreign word every time it rang in my head. If I am able to leave this place eventually, I will lead a normal life, no mate, no pups but just me blending with the humans.

My wolf side would suffer and eventually disappear but maybe I was selfish, I was not much of a werewolf now thanks to the wolfsbane, it wouldn't be that much of a difference would it?.

"What are my duties Mistress?" I asked, there was no need in mending whatever bond we had, things would never go back to the way they used to be, I have to move on from how things used to be in the past and look towards the future and what I could possibly make of my life, at this point I don't crave acceptance from my pack nor do I crave friendship from Diana either, all I wanted was my freedom, a chance to start a new life far, far away from here.