Fought

I eventually left the dance room and stood up, my chair scraping the cold tiles as I got up.

The few girls who remained in the dining room exchanged looks and laughed.

"You didn't finish your course, hunter girl," Kate mocked.

"You don't get much free time and beautiful dresses every day", Lydia chipped in, but I was in no mood for the meal.

"Or I could just spend your hours for you, too," she said with harsh laughter and shoved me out of the toom while the rest of the girls laughed.

I felt tears sting my eyes as my identity played back in my head by an annoying, disembodied voice.

'Ayla, the Arnold's daughter.'

'Hunter girl.'

I imagined how it would sound. 

"The alpha married his enemy, the hunter's daughter."

I imagined the smirk on the alpha's face as he held me by his side, his sharp claws digging into my sides and a smirk that promised a life of torture and pain.

A sob escaped my lips as I ran into the room and fell to the ground in tears.

Father was hated by all wolves. He was known as the Arnold, the Wolfslayer, and the name was a dread to the wolves. It was almost as bad as the wolf's bane to them.

He had begun this quest when my mother was killed by a wolf.

He had even formed a community of hunters to destroy the wolves and used their skins for hides. He held a belief that all werewolves are evil and should not be in existence.

Frankly, I shared those beliefs as well. I hated the wolves for what they did to my mother. I planned to follow in my father's footsteps but he kept reiterating to me that it was not time yet.

I had learned self-defense techniques, though, which I had used to ward off some trespassing werewolves who had tried to attack me a couple of times.

What an irony now that I have been dragged into the middle of this damned drama before I was ready!

I could only imagine how it would feel to them, having Ayla, the vulnerable daughter of the Wolfslayer, at the wolves' mercy.

It would be a life of defeat and doom for me.

 I walked out of my room, lost in thought, as I kept wondering why I had such a bad fate, reminiscing on the events of the past twenty-four hours.

The wolves had finally succeeded in attacking my father's Wolfslayers community. They had been thoroughly planned and merciless as they pounced on the camp, sending it into a bright blaze.

Tears escaped my eyes as I recalled the camp going up in flames.

I had almost been choked, but Mother's father had pulled me out in time and had thrown me down the open window into a grassy hill behind the camp.

The grim look on his face was the last I had seen of her as I tumbled down the hill.

'Was he even alive or dead?' That remains a mystery to me.

I felt faint and crawled over to the stream I had fallen close to when I saw two guards who had been watching walk over to me.

I cried, panicking as I explained what had happened to them, and they had said they would help me.

As I tried to leave into the dark and frightful woods, I had been hit with a stick, and that was the last thing I recalled before seeing myself in this place, the church Downtown, as it was called. 

'Father, if you are still alive, please save me.'

Tears rolled down my cheeks, temporarily blinding my vision.

What exactly was the point of living anymore?

I would rather die than be bought by a merciless and crazy alpha.

As I rushed to the basement to find something to end my life with, I ran into someone in the hallway just outside my door.

"What are you doing out here so late in the night, chick?" a guard said with a slight drawl of indecency in his voice.

That tone was one of the things I hated the most in the world.

"N-nothing," I quickly said, turning to leave, but his hand on my shoulder stopped me.

"Woah. Take it easy, my love."

I sensed where this was headed, and I shoved his hands from my shoulder.

"Let me go," I snapped.

"Calm down, mi love. I was just concerned because you look like you could use the company. Have you been crying? Your eyes are so damn red and swollen", he said, taking a step closer to close the gap between us, but I instinctively took a step backward.

"I don't need your company. I just want to be alone", I said to him, turning to enter the room but he slipped in with me, a smug smile on his face.

"What the fuck are you doing? Get out", I snapped, but he grinned widely.

"Oh, c'mon. We can be quick, and you'll enjoy me. I promise", he said, his dirty fingers stroking my cheeks, pushing the mass of hair covering my face. "You are so gorgeous, Chicka"

He leaned into me, and a whimper escaped my lips.

"Stop it," I whispered.

"Don't be such a bore, chick. I'll make the other girls leave you alone. "

I pushed him off me as his breath was so close to my face, and it was not pleasant.

"Get out of my room," I begged, but he just rushed over to me and grabbed me by the waist in a tight grip.

"We can do this the hard way or the easy way..it is up to you, but we will do this", he said with a hard tone in his voice.

A sob escaped my lips as I wriggled in his arms.

"I am not interested," I snapped, but he shoved me towards the bed, which was beside us.

I held my ground as he tried to get me to lie down.

"You don't have to be so stubborn," he snapped, but I did not care.

"Get off!!"

I spotted a knife lying on the table, not too far from my reach.

As he kept trying to push me onto the bed, with a groan, I grabbed the knife

It penetrated his sides, and blood flowed as he fell to the ground, limp beside me, clutching his sides!