The Luna's wrath

AMANDA'S POV

It's been eighteen years and my mother had not shown me any love in those years. She beat me and insulted me with every chance she got. I did not know the warmth of her hug or had I ever heard her speak softly to me. All she ever did was shout at me and curse the day I was born.

My brother however was my best friend and we shared a lot in common. I had not missed out on anything fun because of him.He took me everywhere he went and Dorcas had to practically remind me that I was a girl.

Dorcas loves me like a mother but I crave for my mother's love and attention and yet I get none of it. I see other girls with their mothers bonding over lunches and choosing dresses for balls but I have never gotten the chance to experience all of that.

 

My father, all he has ever known is to dress me up like a boy and besides Dorcas he has preferred being hands on with me.Thank the moon goddess for Dorcas, I would have looked like a boy all my life.My father  attended every event with me and I attended every event and meeting with him.

Mother found pleasure and joy in doing everything with Seven despite that sometimes Seven preferred being in my company.She tried by all means to make sure we grew up apart but Seven always had his own mind.

Where he was told not to go he went, where he was told to go he didn't go. He disregarded instructions with every chance he got.

He had tried time and again to have our mother and I in one place and it had ended in a disaster. It always ended with our mother's claws out and ready to scratch me. My mother and I have never found common ground and it looked like we will never find it.

My father always said to stay in sight. He preferred if I was where Seven was and where Dorcas the lady that practically raised me was. I had always wondered why but now I have gathered that it may have been that he was scared to leave me alone with my mother.

What I didn't understand however is why she had so much hatred for me.My father had actively played the role of both parents. He had taught me how to deal with changes that I had experienced. I got my wolf and he was there to guide me through everything.

He taught me to protect myself but he never taught me how to be numb towards my mother's hate.I didn't know what drews me to her. I wanted to speak with her every time I saw her. I wanted her to acknowledge my presence and not act like I didn't exist.

My attempts to get to know my own mother beyond the angry unapproachable persona she presented were futile.

 

I guess I was the stubborn kind because I never gave up trying. When I saw her , I always attempted to speak to her and make pep talk with her but I ended up regretting and coming back from my attempt as a wounded soldier from war.

I still didn't give up, I fell and attempted again to get to know her the next day, after all she was my mother.There is no unforgivable sin with a parent. What could I have done to her?

My feet carried me in her direction. I could see her standing there beautiful in a body hugging dress that complimented her curves. Her hair was hanging loosely to her shoulders, shiny silky,  black hair. I approached her.

"Mother " I called out to her, she had been standing by the balcony of the pack house in thought. She turned around and landed a slap across my cheek leaving a burning sensation. I staggered backwards and stood in shock.

She must have seen me coming to her. That slap was not on impulse, it was premeditated. All this time she stood there as if in thought and she had been contemplating how to react to me. 

"What did I do?" I asked with tears beginning to burn my eyes.

" I have told you countless times never to call me mother" she hissed in anger.

"What do I call you? Ain't you my mother" I asked in a low tone voice filled with heartbreak.

I had barely composed myself when another slap and another landed on my cheeks. I stumbled backwards, unable to keep my balance until I fell flat on my behind.

"You never , ever call me mother. I am not your mother" she spit these words full of anger.

"Who is my mother?" I asked, shouting and holding both my burning cheeks in my hands.

"Ask your father," she said in confidence. I almost believed her at that moment.

"Hear me and hear me well, I am warning you, never call me mother" she uttered in disgust.

The pack servants were now standing by, unable to stop her from attacking me. I believed it was fear that rendered them powerless. The attention had been drawn to us by the screaming and shouting. I was crying loudly hoping for a reaction of pity from my mother but all I got was a remorseless glare.

"Get up and get out of my sight" she shouted.

I try to get up and I accidentally stumble , stepping slightly on her. I earn myself another slap that has me flying back to the floor. I heard a scream from Dorcas.

She is a mother that one. She screamed once again, I guess trying to gain the attention of my father. I screamed together with Dorcas for my father to help. He came to my rescue running.

"Beatrice stop" he chides her.

"Or what, what will you do your majesty?" she questioned him with disgust and disregard.

"You do not want to know ,woman" he said, leveling up to her.

Her disrespect had her standing chest to chest with my father. Both of them are exchanging angry breaths until my father speaks.

"What has the child ever done to you Beatrice?" He questioned her, lifting me off the floor and pushing me behind him.

 

"What hasn't she done" "she is ruining my life by just existing",``I hate this thing you call a child, That's no child,that's a curse." She shouted pointing at me as if I was an alien. 

Tears had not stopped pouring and my father turned to walk us off. He stops as if he has forgotten to say something.

"You need to understand she is just a child, an innocent child" he had suddenly become soft.

"To you not to me" she said, clicking her tongue.

My tear filled face is cupped into the big hands of my father. He inspected my face and silently planted a kiss on my forehead.

"Let's have the pack doctor look at you," he said, drawing me in for a hug.

 

Dorcas has been standing stationary looking on. She looked like she would give my mother a piece of her mind but because she was just a servant she stood by like the rest of the pack and watched.

We turned around leaving my mother when unexpectedly a vase came flying from nowhere and hit me on the head knocking me out cold.

 

I woke up with the pack doctor examining me and checking the wound on my head. The moment I opened my eyes a throbbing pain took over and tears began to stream down the corners of my eyes.I remembered that my own mother had attacked me so viciously yet again.

"Calm down princess, you will be OK." The doctor comforted me.

He slightly opened the door and told the guide standing there to inform my father and brother that I was awake. They arrived swiftly with worried looks on their faces.

"How are you feeling, my angel?"my father asked, bending down to place a kiss on my forehead. 

My response is choked up in sobs that begin to erupt from my mouth. He moves and sits his giant , tall self on the bed and engulf me in a hug. I cry until I am drenched in sweat and my snort is running down my nose onto my father's white shirt.

My brother, unable to contain himself, has joined in on my cry marathon although he was trying so hard to not show it. I can feel him, feel my pain. He stands and walks out without a word to either of us.

My father sits me up straight and looks me in the eyes. "You are a strong young lady, the next princess of this pack, that strength must show and don't let your mother bring you down," he said, rubbing my back. 

"I just don't understand why, why she chooses to be so mean to me" I said  crying because of heartbreak and because of the pain from my throbbing head.

"Don't stress yourself about it now, you need to rest to get your strength back" he said brushing off the subject I had dived into. 

I don't want to fight so nod in agreement. He places a soft kiss on my forehead again and exits the room. I laid back and fell into a deep sleep.