Carnage

Sienna 7 years ago....

It was a normal summers night, everybody huddled around the barbeques and fire pits. They often did this in celebration of the moon goddess every full moon to formerly celebrate her giving us life, me being the exception of course.

As a pack they all pitched in. The children would pick flowers for the table pieces. They would also hand make some decorations, not too many, but just enough to add to the collection that has accumulated over the generations. 

It was a big deal. To all of them. The parents and adults would pitch in as well. Doing everything they can to make sure the night went smoothly. From running drills to make sure the warriors times were fast enough in case something did happen, to preparing the best meals, while also keeping an eye on the children making sure nothing was out of sorts for the nights festivities. 

I, however, am not participating. How can I, when my parents are ashamed of me? I'm the girl that sticks out. The girl no one likes, you could probably say I'm the runt of the pack. I mean I'm the oldest of my parents 5 children, but to them I'm nothing but a nuisance.

I've spent most of my life being picked on by the other children.  Including my brothers and sisters. I'm shorter then most, im sickly thin and on top of that, I haven't sensed my wolf. 

On ones 12th birthday, they cant shift, but they can get a sense of their wolf. We are supposed to be able to interact with them, learn who they are, what their abilities will be, all that stuff. 

But I haven't sensed mine and I'm almost 13. ItIt'sjust another disappointment to add to the already long list of reasons my parents are disappointed. 

I try to make up for it, but everything I do, doesn't seem to be any where near enough in my parents eyes. Matt and Ada. The alpha and luna of lunar peak. 

While I'm allowed to call them mum and dad in front of everyone, behind closed doors is a different story. I have to refer to them as "alpha" and "luna" or "sir" and "ma'am". 

Its bitter sweet really. I mean while I do like to call them mum and dad, I also like calling them by their pack titles. That way it doesn't hurt as much to differentiate myself. 

I don't get hit or smacked or anything like that. No, my abuse is more of the verbal and emotional kind. 

The constant "your not good enough" and the "you should never have been born from our bloodline, it's a disgrace to our name and reputation" should be enough. But it doesn't stop there. 

No, my torment continues well into the night, where I go to lay in bed after my chores are done just to find worms and maggots in my bed. But if I complain, my punishment is a cellar. In the middle of one of our main pack fields. 

It has a very big opening with no door. It goes down so far that when you look up, its like looking at the sky through a circle you would make with your hand as pretend binoculars.

Its dark. It's wet. It's cold. And the only thing to sleep on is a wet muddy sheet that hasn't been washed since it was put here. And th this is where I am right now. 

While everyone else is up there partying have fun, eating nice food with not a worry in the world, I lay here in my work out ripped dress and leggings, in the cold damp miserable hole ive called home for almost half my life.

While it's warm above ground, due to the summer, its freezing cold down here. I lay here shivering in the dark all by myself, all because I went to bed not even an hour ago to obey my alpha and lunas rule of not being able to attend such events so my bedtime is a strict 7:30pm on the celebration nights and 8:00pm on any other night. But went i pulled the blankets back i found not maggots, not even worms, but 3 dead birds in a pile of mud. I just had to open my mouth and scream at the sight didnt i?! I gyesd they class that as complaining. 

So I was forced down here. In this miserable hole. And the only thing I think is not of my escape, but how much better everyone's lives would be if they didn't have me in it. 

But that's not something I can bring myself to do. Because no matter how hard my life may be right now, it can't possibly be all that I'll ever know. I refuse to believe it's all I'll ever know. 

I move to sit up, but the chains are tight, barely an inch of length for me to move with as they cut in to my skin. The wolfsbane working its magic in cuts im forming on my wrists and feet. 

It's been over an hour now and just as I get as comfortable as I could be in this situation, there's a deafening scream with loud bangs,  roars, and the infamous sounds of gunshots. 

I start darting my eye around trying to find something I can use to help get me out of here, but it's of no use. Mud won't unlock the chains or undo the screws of the cellar door I lay behind. 

So I pull at the chains trying my damndest to make them loose enough for me to free myself but still nothing. I mean what am I thinking? I'm almost 13 and have no connection with my wolf, if I even have one, I'm sickly thin and have no muscle to rely on 

So I do the only thing left I can think of. 

I pray to the moon goddess herself, and ask for her forgiveness for my disappointment and to grant me the strength I will need to survive the chaos forming around me. 

I'm sure my prayers are left unheard, but all I can do is try, and hope that what I have done in my life, isn't too much of a disappointment for the moon goddess not to help. 

I cry, and cry some more, pretty soon my cheeks are drenched. But I can't even wipe my face clear. These damn chains. I struggle against them again wishing I was strong enough, wishing I made an impact on someone, somewhere, just enough for me to get through this. 

I looked to the sky through opening above me. Looking for a sign something. But nothing. I have to help them. I have to help my people. I can't just sit here while this chaos keeps growing. 

As im looking up at the dark night sky, I can see the smallest of slivers of the moon appearing. It's been longer than I thought. 

With the last of the courage I have in me to actually form words, I use this time to scream at the top of my lungs while I pull and yank at the chains. I scream for the people I know are dying. I scream for my loved ones even though they don't love me. I scream for not being strong enough.

And just as I am out of breath I open my eyes once more only to see my surrounding are the same but look different. 

There's still the opening above me but it looks closer. Theres still the cellar door in front of me, but it looks breakable. I'm still in chains, but they don't feel as tight. 

That's when I hear it. I hear her. In the back of my mind I hear her. She's here with me. My wolf. 

I use this new found excitement to fuel my adrenaline and I yank on the chains once more. Only this time, it actually breaks. 

Releasing the chains from my wrist, I drop them to the ground and go to the cellar door. 

"Sienna, my name is raven. I'm sorry I am late, but there is always a reason as to why these things happen. I'm sorry for the things you have to endure, but I promise you no more. There is a bigger picture but for right now, we need to move. We need to save our people. Let me help, let me guide you. We will do this together. On the count of 3 you push on the door with a fast and eager will to escape. Can you do that for me?"

I'm worried. What will await us up there. I'm only a small girl. What can I do to help? I close my eyes tight. I have to atleast try. I can't just sit here and do nothing. I'm ready. 

"Raven, let's do it!"

Here goes nothing, I hear raven in the back of my mind

"NOW"

So I run, straight for the door and fall flat on my face. But I am however on the other side of the cell. 

I rush to my feet, making quick work of the long line of steps ahead of me and what I see when I rise from the gaping hole in the ground leaves me in total disbelief. 

What is left of the pack is now in front of a boy that looks not much older than me, and are surrounded by what must be the reason for this mess. It doesn't look like that many of them survived either. 

I quickly duck my head back down in order to not be seen. He's talking to them but I can't quite hear what is being said. I try and listen more closely but there's a ringing in my ear. Everything is muffled. 

I'll wait it out. There wasn't many of my pack left so if I can, I'll help when it's safe. 

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I've  been waiting for what seems like ages, so I take another peek. 

No one. Not a single person in sight apart from the bodies left laying everywhere. No one even came back for me. They all knew where I was. Why didn't they come for me? Am I really that horrible to be around or thought of?

I take a proper look around and what I see, is absolute chaos, bodies strewn along the ground, body parts scattered everywhere, bullet shells scattered like grass, and only one thing comes to mind. 

It's not just chaos.

It's carnage.