DANGER ZONE.

Most heads of the werewolves hung on a pole, dripping blood, staining the pure ground of the earth. The fire soon caught up with trees nearby and went berserk and then, we were sent back to the prison if they were done with us.

You might also be wondering, why didn't we use that moment to escape, rebel and run for our lives?

Why didn't we choose our path?

Well, we can't. A bomb was put around our neck including a curse mark to keep us from running away from them and if by chance they find us missing, they could click on the red button and we are gone, blast with our organs, splattered around the place and even the mistake or intention of trying to remove it could also cost our lives.

In this territory, Alphas, betas, and Omegas were all gathered but the Alphas were the ones killed the most because they were the stronger ones and they were preventing a rebellion against them and a few betas were left behind.

Everywhere smelled of blood, lives were being taken every day like animals, and they never failed to take lives.

At least, animals were much better than us, they died everyday but they had freedom and free will to do whatever they wished for.

Our spiritual wolves were taken off from most people because of their power and used in building up an enormous power and obtaining the immortal power from the Moon goddess which resulted in their death.

A wolf can't live without his spirit wolf within him, if the wolf gets taken away, the vessel gets useless and decayed for life.

Because they were rogues and they wanted power to take over clans and take revenge and by using us, they could obtain that power.

"Get inside, immediately and don't waste my time,'' The guard roared, holding a large long stick and whipping the blonde boy on his head to get into the cell, as he shouted.

The boy was all injured, panting and covered with blood, as he got in and collapsed on the floor, everyone gasped in horror at his appearance and we didn't move an inch, we just sat still on the cold ground wearing our usual dirty silver gown we've not even washed for days, we stink like fuck, even the animals could die perching or perceiving it from miles away.

I crawled up to a corner, shivering and hoping I will not be the next victim to be out of here because being out of here means death.

We were next in line for the sacrifice.

Our lives will be taken and I don't want that, I don't want to be the next victim, I quickly held Harold's hands to be able to compose myself so as to not get noticed. After all, the Lycan King was the most brutal wolf I have ever heard of. Rumors say he is the leader of the rogues and I hope I don't ever meet him in my entire life, because I have heard of the horrible things he has done and how he tortures wolves for his pleasure and for his entertainment.

I love myself and I don't want to die, I want to live a life of peace and unity but that doesn't seem to be the case.

No one got up to help him, he was struggling and they all stood there like nothing happened, too afraid to go help him, if they should get up to go help, they would be next in line and they also didn't want to be killed either.

The same way I was frightened, was the same way everyone was scared to move and take some action.

We were pathetic wolves crying out loud, abandoned children that had no one and I was an Omega.

An Omega that couldn't control her powers or turned into a wolf. I was being kidnapped by the members of the rogues who belonged to a secret cult, a secret society, that the clan never belonged to and rogues were seen as criminals and treated like one and deemed as wolves who went against the pack rules and because of how most clans see them, they took it upon their hands to get revenge for the clans taking their right away from them.

My name is Rava Wolf, I'm an Omega, I'm a fourteen years old girl, who had no shelter over her head and was abducted from her pack, seven years ago, when the rogues invaded and almost wiped out all of us and pulled me away from my parents and I don't even know how their faces look like, neither do I remember them or my pack's name, where I came from or who I was.

All I knew was that I was kidnapped and the kids that I came here with were all killed and I kept seeing new faces thrown in this slammer, every day of my life, probably because I hid in the shadows a lot or my power hasn't yet ripped, that's why I wasn't noticed.

"Mom,' a little girl cried. "I'm scared, please let's go home, I don't want to be like that boy." She twitched and wiggled her head continuously.

"Shhh,' she hushed her daughter. "Keep quiet,' Tears streamed down her eyes and hugged her daughter, closing her face with her hands. "If you keep talking, we will get killed, keep quiet and just sleep. If you really love your mommy and you want us to get out of here alive, do as I say.' She fiercely whispered, she was sobbing.

I see this happen all the time.

I felt sorry and sad for them, this was not the first time I was seeing this and it will not be the last. I'm not surprised if they were both dead tomorrow and their bodies were not found.

My friends were all dead as well and I had no one to talk to, everyone had the same thoughts in their heads. How were they all going to survive and not be at the hands of the rogues.