Chapter 1

" Get off me. Let me go", Edith screamed. The tears streamed down her pink plump cheeks. It was just after five o clock and the sun was setting rapidly on this cold winters day. The wind blew gently and the smell of snow lingered in the air. Edith stayed late at the school park with Connor, her best friend because she didn't want to go home to her misfit family. Although she loved her family dearly, they were indifferent towards her. Everyone was, always calling her a weirdo. Edith never understood why. Maybe it was because things that cannot be explained, happened when she was angry or upset. But it could always be a coincidence. She regretted staying late instantly when darkness crept in and the few streetlights that worked were dim, making it hard to see clearly.

As she walked down the street, wondering in her own thoughts , a man called from the narrow alley at the end of the street. She could not see clearly but he called out for help. Edith ran towards the stranger without thinking it through, and with one swift grip she was in his grasp.

Edith screamed out in shock, realizing that it was a trap.

"Please I beg you, don't do this", she wailed, her concern now replaced with fear.

The man heard nothing and listened to his inner desire to have her. He could smell her unnatural scent. She was a witch, and a virgin. He ran his nose down her cheeks, stopping at her breasts. He inhaled her scent. It was pure. He wanted her. He tore her clothes of in three swift tugs as he held her arms firmly behind her back.

Edith cried and begged for mercy as her body trembled in the cold. She felt his wet tongue close to her ears as he pinned her to the ground. She could feel him on top of her, his weight now crushing her as he traced his tongue down to her large supple breasts.

She squeezed her eyes shut as the tears slid down her cheeks. She felt the snow now falling onto her bare skin, reminding her of her pureness.

She pushed against the man hard trying to free herself from his clasp. Mustering all the strength in her body she started to fight back. She clawed at his face and chest as she wriggled free from his clutches.

He was astounded by her resilience and for a minute came back to his calm nature. She looked into his forest green eyes before running out of the alley. Her bag and clothes were left behind but she did not care. The road was secluded, not a soul in sight. The snow now formed a blanket on the streets and everyone was indoors. The forest lay between her and her home and Edith looked at the tall trees looming over swaying in the gentle breeze.

She sobbed hard, looking at her bare feet. The cold was creeping into her bones and her teeth jittered. She looked back at the dimly lit street before taking off into the forest. Edith thought the forest will hide her as she made her way home.

It was dark and cold in the forest and Edith knew frost bite was setting into her feet. She found a tree molded like a shelter and decided to rest a bit. She could hear an owl in the distance and the howling of wolves. A shudder ran through her cold body and the fear shook her to the core. This was the first time being out late. Edith closed her eyes tightly and prayed. *Crack *, it was the noise of twigs breaking, Edith held her breath,she sat so still her muscles ached. The noise was getting closer.

Edith felt hot breath on her cheeks, it was a sweet familiar smell. There was warmth surrounding her cold body. She felt as if her soul was on fire. As quickly as she had warmed up, she now felt cold again and the smell replaced with a rather sour, rugged smell.

She opened her eyes slowly and those green eyes met hers again. She wanted to scream but her body was frozen in shock. She opened her mouth but a whimper escaped her blue lips.

She lay helpless as she watched him trail her white flesh with his hands, kneading her breasts and squeezing her buttox. He was full of desire. A desire of lust and power. A deep dark desire was now taking over him. His piercing green eyes were starting to glow brighter.

Edith's eyes widened as she watched him transform. She could hear the bones grinding into place as he took his full shape of the majestic ware wolf prince, the alpha male. He was a beautiful black, shiny and sleek. His green eyes stood out in contrast to his black coat. But Edith did not think this at all. She saw him as an ugly monster, claiming her purity.

She tried to beg him but her voice could not make it past her lips. She was cold. Her fear now turned to helplessness. She started to accept what was happening to her body as he had his way with her, pinning her to the ground and taking her dignity.

She closed her eyes and accepted her fate. She accepted her death.