02~Just a taste of freedom!

AUDREY POV 

I drag myself towards the quarters, I had exhausted all my energy while climbing the stairs, and I slumped on the door while trying to open it.

    I was so scared that I couldn't even cry. 

That is by far the worst form of punishment that has ever been given. The horrific feeling of drowning has not yet left my mind.

 It still possesses my body. From time to time I feel as though my head is still held under that water.

 I breathe deeply, my fingers shaking as I reach for the doorknob behind me and finally managed to twist it. The piercing and rusting sound it releases while it scratches against the hinges and opens is irritating. 

But it's nothing compared to the suffering they have gone through. All my life I have watched other werewolves live the life that I desired. Not on the larger basis of it but just the idea of having someone who cared for me. Someone who was worried for me. 

But that never happened. 

And I have been forced to exist in a world where I was only viewed as a slave. As torture property for the pack. I had gotten used to the punishments. 

While in one moment it will be countless slabs directed towards my face and in other moments it would be tasks that would take up my whole night and then other impossible workloads that could only lead to more punishments. 

   Sometimes it was always like they had set me up to fail. They enjoyed it. They enjoyed reading all of us like that.

Crawling into the room, I try my best to shut the door slowly and avoid any noise, or else someone else will be coming for my head. Despite the pain that pinches at my ribs from the suffocation under the water and the scratches around my wrist from all the Warriors holding down my hands as my head was dipped into the water.

The word «nightmare» would be an understatement. What had I truly done to deserve all this?

Dragging myself towards the old torn-up mattress I called a bed, I wrap my fingers around the old blanket and use it to cover myself. This blanket was the only thing I still had from my mother, and even that was not enough. 

 Because I didn't have enough memories of her. I could not even pinpoint my origin. All I know is that she was a servant like me. 

Mistreated, tortured , taken for granted.

 And it would seem that I'm reliving her life right now. 

Every day I try to do what is expected of me. I try to do my job perfectly. I run around working errands. Listening to the commands of my superiors. 

Being given instructions by the Warriors and every other member of the park that deems fit. like a privilege, like a servant for everyone else except myself. Asking a question would only be the death of me. We have been taught to listen and obey.

 As my eyes slowly shut from pain and tiredness, all I can think about is tomorrow. It's going to be a big day. The alpha of Airpack was coming. And he was a ruthless man. 

He punished without reason,He had killed lesser werewolves without questioning , for the most minimum mistakes.

His name had been taboo, Mentioning it was a nightmare. If people talked about him it was only in whispers. 

     There were stories about how he had murdered an entire warrior Park in the absence of his army. He was ruthless and inhumane. 

He was feared and respected. 

And he is the man I was going to serve tomorrow. Thinking about that sense of fear shooting right through my veins. 

And suddenly my wolf is awake inside me, all I can think about is the nightmare I am bound to encounter tomorrow. Maybe he will look for a new reason to punish me like every other sick person in this Pack.

 Why should I wait for the suffering? Why should I wait for the torture? 

I have always desired freedom and I am going to get it myself. 

Using the strength I still have left, I force myself to my feet, gulping down the water at the corner of my room and making sure I was well hydrated before my escape.

 I ignore the pain that pinches at my ribs. As a wolf, I'm supposed to heal quite quickly,but it would seem that the trauma was not only on my body but also in my head. 

 I waste no time opening the door and tiptoeing outside, My movements are slow. I make sure no one can hear me. I make my way down the stairs, ignoring the squinting sound of the wooden case as I step on it. 

I waste no time in running out hastily towards the open Fields. 

The Servant quarters were not a large distance from Woodside. They had built it completely separate rooms or at least compartments. 

   The places we slept in looked more like toilet rooms. But no one was allowed to complain. No one could even complain, Not without facing the risk of punishment and possible disappearance.

 Today was the day I put an end to this torture. 

Looking left and right and making sure that no Warriors have been positioned on night duty , I force a smile on my face as I make a run for it.

 Today the Warriors could not have been guarding the borders because everyone was still in preparation for the arrival of Alpha Heracles tomorrow. He had some discussions with our Alpha and there were rumors that he had been searching for his mate.

 Whatever that word is even supposed to mean, it does not apply to Wolves like me. The moon goddess must have forgotten about us, left us here to die as privileges of other werewolves.

 I run as fast as I can, as quickly as I can,and I don't stop. My heart ponders quickly at the realization that no one had seen me yet. 

The distance from the shelters and to the border seemed much longer than I had expected but it did not deter my motivation of escaping. 

No more suffering, no more pain, all these years I have lived through the pain yet this was the only thing I was required to do. 

      I can hear my mother's voice telling me how proud she is, that I took matters into my own hands, that I decided to chase my Freedom instead of begging and waiting for it.

 But my joy is short-lived. because out of nowhere, I am knocked back by a masculine figure sending me into the dirty ground as I fell on my back.  

Everything had happened so quickly, My eyes lurk forward, meeting the shadowy figure of a hunky man who wraps his fingers around my throat and forces me to look up at him.

“ What the hell are you doing crossing territory! What are you doing in AirPack ?.”