All Chapters of Scars: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 10: Running Away From the Truth   Amelie "There's a ritual. It's dangerous and painful, but it will unbind you from Tate," my mother quickly retorted. I was frozen in shock, "you want me to become a Scarred One? Are you serious! Do any of you care for me at all!" I was screaming at this point. I turned and ran. I went straight to my room tossed everything in my suitcase. I grabbed my phone and texted Tate. "I'm heading home early. I'll see you soon." I got a reply right away, "see you soon then." I don't know why but his text seemed off-putting to me. I brushed it off. I was between a rock and a hard place, and I was choosing the hard place. I rushed down the stairs to the door. I wasn't going to stop for anything, not even to say goodbye to my siblings. I get to the car and throw my suitcase in the back seat. I start the car and peel out. My whole body felt like I was going

Chapter 12: Fight for Freedom Amelie Now it was a waiting game. I could see the sun had come up, and I knew he would be coming soon to check on me. I analyze the room, trying to decide what the best angle to ambush him would be. I decided it would be best to move the dresser next to the doorway and stand on top. I swing my "sleeve Maces," yep, I figured out a weapon name, down using gravity to give me more force. I push the dresser over and wait. I had never felt bloodlust before and wondered if this was what it felt like. I was not even nervous or scared. I was ragging with hate. I wanted to see him bleed! I hear footsteps. I can tell they are lighter than Tate's. It's Karen. The monster creator herself. She is entirely complacent in this whole thing. Even without my wolf's strength, I can take this old bitch out. I push my back up against the wall, still standing on the dresser. Karen opens the door and looks around

Chapter 14: A New Start at Home   Amelie "I do have one more question. Why did Alpha Mason kick me out of the Pack and take my shop?" To be honest, I think that almost hurt worse than the fight. I worked so hard on making my business successful. "It wasn't something he wanted to do, but politicly he had to. Once he realized what was going on, he knew that it could cause his whole Pack to be destroyed. He is the Alpha and makes the decisions for his Pack, but as in all packs, the elders hold power too. Karen was part of the elder council. I'm sure she kept this from you." As dad spoke, so many things came rushing into my head. She was worse than Tate in my eyes now. "OK, that explains a few things, but I'm still confused." I need him to explain it adequately. I felt like Karen and her son committed a crime. It shouldn't matter if she were a council member or not. Dad

Chapter 16: Daddy’s Girls   Gideon “Alpha, how is Miss Amelie doing?” I can tell he is watching for my reaction. I clam my rage that has been boiling since I got off the phone earlier. “She is recovering with her family at the Ashwood Pack. She has just woken up, and Alpha John will call me with new details once he’s done talking to her. Any other questions?” I raise my eyebrow. He smirks and chuckles slightly. “None at all, Alpha. Give us the details later than.” With that, he closes the door behind him. I release my breath I did not even know I was holding and plop back down in my chair. I needed to calm down. I needed to clear my head if I was going to track down this poor excuse for a man before I could figure out my next step Ulv chimes in, “you need to call Alpha Mason. We need to get photos and personal items from the two Rouges for tracking. I don’t know why

Chapter 18: Mark Education   Amelie I get up to my room and sit on the bed. I just stare at the box for a while. I work up the nerve to open it. I find the key attached to the ribbon bookmarker connected to the book's spine. I turn the key and open the box. There it is, the tools of the horrible ritual I would have to perform. There is a small wooden bowl; It's already stained red for years of countless others who felt the same as me. This was the only way out. There are two small daggers. One is steel, and the other is silver. "We need to see what the book says." Inari does not even want to look at the knife. I am curious about this book my father gave to me. It's old with a leather cover and binding. I open the front cover and see the title page; it's handwritten, The complete research on Marks by Raphael Bois de Frene year 1795. "That name sounds familiar like I should know it." I stared at the