Mya is used to the quite life in the English countryside where she lives with her parents who are the alpha and luna of their small wolf pack. However, fate has other plans for her. Taken from her home by a mysterious warlock and two strange werewolves. She is turned against her will. Kept prisoner in the Midnight mountains pack manor house and hidden away from the world. Mya is put through a vigorous training regime. Beaten on a daily basis by six shifters she hadn't even known existed before she was taken captive. But the warlock and alpha of the Midnight mountains pack have big plans for her. Cursed by the warlock and savagely attacked by the shifters. Mya's life is changed forever. What secrets does the Manor hold? Has Mya got a secret supporter on the inside? Can she persuade the shifters to aid her in her plan of escape? And what awaits her back in the big world now that she is changed forever?
View More4:55am. Time to get up for another day. Another day, what day of the week was it? What month was it? Mya sat up in bed and looked up to the slit of a window the other side of her room. Definitely summer. The sun was high and the sky a brilliant blue. If only she was free to lie in the grass and bathe in the basking sun. What she wouldn’t give to be free.
Mya looked around her room. A 10ft x 10ft white room containing; a single bed, upright wardrobe, a mirror, sink, shower and toilet in the corner. Her room. . . . this was no room. This was little more than a prison cell. A cold hole tucked away at the back of the manor where nobody goes. Fully soundproof so no one could hear her screams. She’d found that out the first few months she was here. Screamed and screamed until her throat bled. Nobody came. Nobody except Victor. Her tormentor. He’d come in with his baton and beat her unconscious. When she persisted with her screams he brought his knives. She looked at the scars on her arms. Just visible white lines on her tanned arms. Why would a werewolf, second in command, need knives? Because he enjoyed causing pain and mauling people to death wasn’t satisfying enough for him. Mya shivered at the memory of it. Victor was terrifying.
She shook the memories away as she stood and walked to the wardrobe to get her clothes. The standard black tank top, black jeans and matching underwear. No colour here. Everything was either black or white. The only dash of colour you would see is when someone bled. So much blood. Her ears rang with the screams of the victims she had seen. The torture she’d witnessed. This place was hell on earth. She would never have imagined so much horror when she was back at home. Home. A small cottage with a converted barn at the back surrounded by fields and livestock. Her parents sitting in the garden drinking her mother’s favourite pink lemonade from a frozen jug. “If the lemonades not ice cold it’s no good to drink” her mother would say. Every time without fail. Mya would look at her father who would roll his eyes and they’d laugh. Such a calm and happy place.
Mya would wait for her parents while they would go on their weekly hunt with the pack in the evenings. They’d stroll back the next morning. Her father’s wolf was a large black beast that stood to her shoulder and towered above her when on his back legs. A magnificent creature with bright green eyes that could see into your soul. His coat glistened in the sun, so shiny you could almost see yourself reflected in the fur. She used to take fist fulls of his fur and rub her face into his neck breathing in the earthy smell of him. A wolf built for battle and as Alpha of the pack it suited him well. Her mother’s wolf in stark contrast was a sleek, athletic build. Her fur a brilliant white it put snow to shame. With her piercing blue eyes that even in wolf form would show her devotion and love for her husband and daughter. Ying and Yang they were. Mya’s father had always told her how her mother was the calm to his storm. That’s how they worked so well together. They balanced one another perfectly.
One night when her parents were on their weekly hunt with the pack they struck. She saw the fire in the barn from her bedroom window. Mya ran down the stairs in her pyjamas her long golden hair flying wildly behind her as she raced through the house. But who could she phone? The whole pack was on the hunt. All ten members of their small pack were in wolf form with no way of answering a phone. She grabbed the fire extinguisher from the cupboard under the stairs and ran barefoot across the yard to the barn. There was no-one in the barn at present. Its sole purpose being the meeting place of the pack with spare rooms if pack meetings went on too late into the night. The fire had really taken hold quickly. She was just thinking how it was much quicker than she would of expected when an explosion from the front of the barn sent her flying backwards across the cobble yard. An explosion? But there was nothing in the barn that could of caused such a blast! She staggered to her feet just in time to see a figure walking out of the flames. A tall, thin man with dark brown hair and a perfectly kept moustache that curled at the ends.
“Ahhh Mya, there you are! We’ve been looking for you.” his voice slithered through her brain like a snake but his lips never moved to form words.
“Who are you and what are you doing on my father’s property?” She screamed at him.
“Never mind that. Be a pet and come with me quietly and no one need get hurt.” The voice crawled through her mind again.
“Leave now or suffer the consequences when my father returns”.
“Oh I think not Pet”. Pain seared through her skull and she collapsed to the ground once more.
She woke while being carried by a wolf whose scent she didn’t recognise. He was broad and muscular with sandy blonde hair and hazel eyes. You could call him handsome if he hadn’t been carrying her towards a van with blacked out windows while the blaze that took her family home lit up the night sky. He was carrying her almost tenderly with her head resting on his chest. He hadn’t noticed that she had woken. In a move quicker than she had thought she was capable of she grabbed his blonde hair pulled his head to hers and bit down hard on his ear shaking her head. Blood filled her mouth as the bottom half of his ear came off in her mouth and she spat it in his face. He roared in pain and dropped her to the floor. She scrambled to her feet and started running for her family’s woods. A deafening howl filled the night. She could hear a man shouting, “Victor no, I need her alive!” So, the blond wolfs name was Victor. The same blond wolf that was now racing towards her in wolf form. There was no way she could outrun him!
She dropped to the ground just in time as Victor soared over her head. His wolf was the same colour as his hair. A sandy blonde, almost dirty looking. Where was her family? She spun on the spot and started to run back towards the burning house, but Victor caught up. His claws sliced through her back like a knife through butter. She screamed in agony. A fire spread through her body from the wounds on her back. NO! This was not supposed to be how she was turned. She was supposed to be turned by mate once she had found in and born him children. At home with her pack there to keep her safe. She could die without them being there to look after her during her turning. She rolled onto her side. Her back arching with the pain searing through it. Victor prowled towards her, saliva dripping from his mouth. This was it. She was going to die in her front garden. Victor launched himself at her. Just as he was about to strike a man flew from the left and threw Victor across the front yard. Victor hit the garden wall and slid down it with a satisfying thump. “I told you I want her alive!” The man turned towards her and the world went black.
Mya looked in the mirror in front of her. Her tanned skin was just starting to show a few freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her long golden hair was braided and hung down the left side of her body nearly to her waist. Her piercing blue eyes staring back. Just like her mothers. Where was her mother now? Her father? Her pack? Why had they never come for her? Did they know where she was? Were they alive? So many questions unanswered. A tear rolled down her cheek. She swiped it away angrily. There was no place for tears here. They would only use it against her. A knock at the door, 5am on the dot as usual. She heard the latch unbolting from the outside. She turned to face the door.
Mya stretched out. Her large lioness a brilliant gold she glistened in the sunlight. Her black leg a glaring contrast to the rest of her. She curled her claws into the earth savouring the feeling of the ground giving way. Now this was some training she really enjoyed. The chase, the hunt was a thrill! She looked over to the others as the decided who she would be trying to catch this time. Just as Mya started to get impatient Raina stripped off and changed. Her red fox slunk off into the forest, white tipped tail flicking behind her.Mya sat down, waiting to be given the go ahead to start the hunt. To her surprise Jason and Finley both stripped off and changed. This was different, normally she would only chase down one of them at a time. Storm smiled at her sneakily.“Did you really think we’d carry on making it easy for you?” she called over as she walked towards her.
Mya sits by Quinn’s cage. He’s been in leopard form for over a week without changing back once. He lies on the floor staring at the barn wall blankly. He won’t even acknowledge the existence of the other shifters when they come to see him. He hasn’t shown any interest in food or water just continues to stare at the wall. Finley walks over to join Mya.“Come on my old friend at least change back. We care about you, we will look after you as we always have, we are family” Finley pleads with him. Quinn continues staring at the wall, ignoring his friend’s words. Mya has had enough of his bullshit. She stands up, takes the padlock out of the cage door and swings the door wide open. Finley inhales loudly.“What are you doing? It isn’t safe to open the cage! He will inure himself!” Finley goes to shut the cage door but Mya holds him back.“You know what Finley, I am beyond caring. This idiot has been pan
Mya stared up at the scaffolding platform in front of her. The Midnight Mountains pack had been building it over the last few days. Over two hundred feet of metal poles fixed together to create several platforms at different levels stood in front of her. This was one of two towers that had been completed. The one that she currently looked at was stood in the middle of the arena where she had first begun her training. The second stood in an area of woodland that Mya hadn’t even known was within the estate boundary. Considering that at some point in the near future Mya was going to have to jump off of them, both were equally as terrifying as each other.Storm walked around the base of the structure with a satisfied smile on her face. Her thick black tightly curled hair hung to her shoulders accentuating her rich dark skin and dark brown eyes. Her curves and short stature did a good job of concealing how athletic and strong she was. She was no match for the likes of Lisa i
When Mya got back to the cottages she was met by utter silence. She walked past the small houses listening intently as she went. Nothing. She carried on to the barn as she could sense that that was where everyone was. She walked through the giant grey doors. Everyone was sat at the kitchen table. The first aid kits were out again. Finley was in the process of having his face cleaned by Lisa. A huge ragged gash ran from his left temple to his jaw line.“Where is Quinn?”Lisa pointed behind her to the end of the barn while picking a shard of glass out of Finley’s wound with a pair of tweezers. “Down in the cage”. She didn’t bother explaining any further. Very talkative was Lisa!Mya didn’t need to ask twice. Quinn had clearly tried to harm himself and poor Finley had received the brunt of it. Clearly Quinn was unharmed to have been put in the cage. “Anyone for some tea?” a series of nods around the table sent M
Mya looked at the clock on the wall twelve noon. She left Lily’s room and shut the door quietly behind her. Remus had said not to get too lost when leaving, he hadn’t said anything about going down to the kitchen on the way out. She walked briskly through the corridors, everything looked the same. It would be so easy to get lost, in fact was she even going the right way? She could smell fresh bread so clearly, she must be close. It should have been easy to get there considering how long she’d lived in the manor. But whenever she had gone anywhere, she had always been following Remus or Beth. She was starting to regret not paying more attention now. She followed the corridors until they came to have to choose to go left or right and just followed her nose all the way until she could hear muted conversation behind a door in front of her. She recognised Beth’s scent here and so pushed open the door. The kitchen went silent as she entered. A gasp came from the ta
They walked through the corridors in silence as she mulled over this latest revelation. She stared at the back of his head as he walked in front of her. Although he creeped her out to no end, he was proving to be very useful with information. So as long as she stayed interesting to him, he would continue to be useful to her. They turned a corner and the smell of disinfectant filled her nose. Remus opened a door on their right and walked in. Mya followed but stayed in the doorway. Remus walked over to the bed that was in the middle of the room. There lay an aging woman, her silver hair tousled around her shoulders in thick curls. Her wrinkled skin looked thin and delicate. She had a small frame that looked as though it had been athletic at one stage in her life. She was hooked up to several monitors and a drip line protruded from her left hand. Her eyes closed she looked almost peaceful except for a slight tension that filled the air. Remus lent over as if to whisper to her, her hand
Remus glided across the lawn beside her “So, your training is going well I hear. Three new animals to your repertoire, I am impressed!”“There is nothing impressive about it!” Mya turned spitting at him, rage boiling through her. “You’ve turned me into a damned circus freak show!”Remus seemed unperturbed by her rage. “A freak show, I think not my Pet. You are magnificent! My greatest achievement so far! I am very proud of what you have become. So much potential, so much strength, so much uncertainty! Darren is excited to have you here as part of his pack. You will make a great asset to him”.Mya was gobsmacked “I will never be a part of his pack!”“Why of course you are my Pet, what other pack would accept you now? No werewolf pack will have you now. Too uncertain of what you are and how you could affect them. No shifter clan will take you in either for the same reason. You are alrea
The next day Mya was sat up in bed in her little cottage. Storm was bustling about cleaning the bloody bandages and clothes they had used to wrap her up in yesterday once she had fallen unconscious. She looked down at her leg which was almost fully healed already. Just an angry red line showing from ankle to knee. The wounds on her shoulders and arms could barely be seen now. “How is Quinn?” Mya called through to the small sitting area.“Mmmm, he’ll be ok I guess” Storm said as she walked back into the bedroom. She sat on the end of the bed looking out of the small window that looked over the lawns.“Just ok? What in the hell brought that on?” Mya needed some answers. The way Quinn had acted was so out of character and irrational.Storm sighed. She looked down at her clasped hands. “Quinn’s mate is dying” she said quietly.Mya gasped “Dying? How? Of what?”“Old age Mya. S
After lunch they were straight back to the matts. Mya was exhausted. She looked up at the clock at the end of the barn. 2pm; she’d been at this since 5am. This was insane. “Quinn I really don’t feel like doing more, I’m so tired. Can we have a break and do something else?” She moaned while stretching her arms.“You’ve just had lunch, that’s break enough. You’re going to stay here until you have all six animals turned correctly and that’s the end of it”. He almost sounded angry with her.“What’s the issue Quinn? It’s not like there’s a rush. I shan’t be going anywhere anytime soon” She rolled her eyes. With that Quinn leapt across the matts surprising her and pinned her to the floor. She didn’t even struggle she was so shocked. She thought Quinn to be a friend, what had she done wrong?Quinn snarled in her face, his eyes flashing to the yellow of his leopar
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