PRIME PACK

PRIME PACK

WILLOW'S POV

Alone in the cave, I was surrounded by nothing but the sound of water droplets falling and echoing off the walls. As I sat there, my mind drifted back to the painful memories of my father's reign as the alpha of our pack. He had committed atrocities that were beyond my comprehension, and it left me feeling empty and hopeless.

I couldn't help but think about the many innocent lives that had been lost under his leadership. The fear and pain that had consumed our pack left me feeling helpless and alone. I had tried to reason with my father, to show him the error of his ways, but he refused to listen.

Sighing deeply, I closed my eyes and allowed the coolness of the cave to envelop me. The weight of my father's actions felt like a heavy burden, and I didn't know how much longer I could carry it. As I sat there lost in my thoughts, I wondered if there was any hope for our pack, for me, for a better future.

A memory flashed through my mind. I was a young pup, watching in horror as my father ripped apart a rival pack's alpha with his bare hands. The sight of blood and gore still haunted me to this day.

"Willow, come here." My father's voice cut through my thoughts, and I shuddered.

I obeyed, approaching him slowly. He towered over me, his eyes cold and calculating.

"To gain loyalty and respect, you must be brutal and take no prisoners. You need to be strong, stronger than anyone else in this pack."

I nodded, not daring to say anything. My father's expectations were always high, and failure was not an option.

"You will need to do things that others can't. Things that will make you a true leader."

The memory faded away, replaced by another. I was a bit older this time, watching as my father and his enforcers brutally punished a pack member for disobeying orders.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh, of bones snapping under the force of their blows, made my stomach churn.

"You see, Willow," my father had said to me afterward. "This is what happens to those who defy me. This is what happens to those who go against the pack."

I shook my head, trying to push the memories away. But they kept coming, one after another.

My father's cruelty knew no bounds. He killed without remorse, punished without mercy, and demanded absolute loyalty from his pack members.

And I was supposed to be his successor, even though I showed no interest, he had insisted. The thought made me sick to my stomach.

"Willow? Are you okay?" 

Jaden's voice startled me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I looked up to see him standing at the entrance to the cave, concern etched on his face.

"I...I'm fine," I lied, forcing a smile. "Just lost in thought."

Jaden didn't look convinced, but he didn't press the issue. "Well, I brought you some food. And some clothes, if you want to change out of those ripped ones."

I nodded, grateful for his thoughtfulness. 

Jaden stayed with me, he seemed preoccupied with his own thoughts and so was I, we sat silent for some time before he left me for his pack. He told me had some errands to run, I did not object, my mind was crowded with thoughts about my father, my family, and pack members.

As soon as he left, I cleared up the mess I made then I ate. After that, I curled up on the blanket Jaden gave me and I tried to sleep. But sleep evaded me. I sat up and hugged my knees tightly to my chest as I  blocked out the painful memories that continue to haunt me. But it's no use, the memories flood my mind, filling me with anger and sorrow. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down.

Suddenly, the image of my mother flashes before my eyes. I remember her as she was before my father drove her to madness. She was kind and loving, always taking care of me and making sure I was happy. But then, everything changed. My father's cruelty towards her eventually broke her spirit.

I witnessed the abuse my mother suffered at the hands of my father. He would hit her and call her names, and my mother would cry and plead with him to stop, but he never did. It was a terrible cycle of violence and fear that I couldn't fully comprehend at the time.

When my father wasn't around, my mother would retreat to a corner of our house and rock back and forth, talking to herself. It was heartbreaking to see her in such a state, and I wished I could do something to help her. The memories haunt me every day.

My father never cared about her mental state, he only cared about his own power and position in the pack. He continued to abuse her until the day I never saw her again and we were forbidden to talk about her. For days on end, no one could comfort me

Tears stream down my face as I remember the pain and suffering my mother went through because of my father. I felt a burning anger rise within me. How could he do that to her? How could he be so heartless?

I vow to myself that I will never be like my father. I will never hurt anyone the way he hurt my mother. I will do everything in my power to protect those who are weaker than me, and to stand up against injustice and cruelty.

But as I sit there, alone in the cave, I know that I cannot do this alone. I need help, someone to stand by my side and fight with me. 

I take a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down as I wipe the tears from my face.

My thoughts moved to Jaden, and how he had helped me so far, but it was not enough to trust him and hope he would join me to rescue Prime pack from my father's brutality.

Alone and burdened with the worries of my pack, I cry myself to sleep, hopeful that the morning would bring better tidings my way.