Chapter 1

Black Moon pack

Catherine pov..

I put my toes in the warm water, and a sudden strong wind blew past me, making my hair move. I saw steam rising from the bathtub and smelled lavender candles in the air. I stood still in the bathroom, afraid to come out and face my father.

I was thinking about the terrible things that happened tonight, and just the thought of them made me tremble. My father had sold me to a member of the Wolf Clan, and I couldn't believe he would do that to me. He changed after my mother died, and now I felt alone and unprotected.

After I finished showering, I wrapped a towel around me and looked at myself in the mirror. The bruises on my face were hard to bear, and I couldn't recognize myself. It reminded me of the abuse I had suffered since I was 12 years old.

On my last birthday, my father used me as entertainment for two adult men, and I cried and screamed in pain. It hurt so much, and the more I thought about it, the more I cried.

I gently touched my face, feeling the smoothness of my skin, which contrasted with how others saw me as ugly. They called me a bad name, but I knew I was more than that.

As I went towards my bed, I sat down and stared at the door, feeling trapped and unable to escape. My father turned my room into a prison, and the door was the only way out.

I put on a pink shirt and blue jeans, but I couldn't stop looking at the door. I knew my father would soon open it and start hurting me, and I felt like I couldn't do anything to stop it.

All I wanted was to escape to a place where nobody could see me, to be alone with my thoughts and imagine what my life could be like when it gets dark.

I felt helpless, like I couldn't save myself. Everyone blamed me because I was different, and I didn't have a wolf. The world around me was dark and oppressive, with no signs of hope. It felt suffocatingly silent.

As I stood there, all alone and vulnerable, I heard footsteps approaching my door. My heart raced as I moved back to the edge of my bed, desperately searching for a way to escape. The sound of the footsteps grew louder, and I started to sweat nervously.

I looked around the room, trying to find something to hold onto. I saw the pillow next to me and grabbed it tightly, seeking comfort in its softness. As the hand on the door started to turn the knob, I closed my eyes tightly, waiting for what was about to happen.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and my father stood in front of me, his tired and angry eyes. I could smell the alcohol on his breath as he came closer, and I knew I was in trouble.

"Please, father," I begged, my voice shaking with fear. "I'm your daughter. Please, I'm begging you, don't do this."

But my father was out of control, and he kept coming towards me. I moved back, feeling stuck and helpless, as he lifted me up in his arms. In that moment, I felt like a bird caught in a hunter's trap, unable to escape.

He dragged me into the living room, where two men were waiting. Their eyes showed desire as they looked at me, and I felt sick. "Here, take her," my father said, pushing me towards them. "She's all yours."

I ended up in one of the men's hands, and I could feel them holding me tightly. I was trapped, with no way to get out. It was like being caught in a spider's web, with no escape.

I watched, unable to look away, as the men took out and opened a box filled with money. The amount of cash in front of me made me unable to believe what I was seeing.

My father had a proud and satisfied look on his face, showing that he was happy with his recent success. However, his decision to sell his own daughter was a serious mistake.

As I was forcefully kicked out of my childhood home, my father didn't seem to care about what would happen to me. Everything happened so fast, and before I knew it, I was being taken away to a life of unimaginable pain.

Outside the house, I saw a fancy black car parked on the street, with a man waiting for the two men taking me away. The smell of exhaust mixed with my fearful sweat, making me feel sick.

With shaking hands, I was pulled towards the waiting car. I sat on a seat in the car, my heart racing with fear. I sat close to the window, hoping to create some distance between myself and the two men, who looked like predators ready to attack. They seemed to enjoy making me uncomfortable, their voices irritating like nails on a chalkboard.

As I tried to accept my new reality, I closed my eyes, wishing I could transform into my wolf form and escape this nightmare. But it was hopeless; the pain and fear were all too real.

I held onto my legs tightly, trying to stay warm as the cold air chilled me to the bone. Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. I wondered what the future held for me, what I could do to escape this terrible situation.

As I succumbed to darkness, my head resting on my knees, I felt like a prisoner in my own body, feeling the coldness, trapped in a life I never wanted.