All Chapters of The Chosen One: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The dungeon was suffocating, a dark lightless pit that reeked of decay, despair and rotting flesh. Bodies littered the cramped cells, slumped against the cold stone walls.The other members of my pack were packed into one cell. I was alone in another. I looked across the hall and spotted my best friend. Her head was resting on the wall. Her once striking brown eyes were dull, rimmed with red from several hours of crying. She had lost her mate in the attack. She must be really hurt.She hadn't spoken since we were thrown into this hellhole. No one had. All we had witnessed was too great for words.My stomach churned from starvation and and my wrist felt raw from the silver laced iron chains that chained me to the wall. I closed my eyes letting the silence of the cell fill my ears but all I saw were my family's dead bodies. The sound of my mother's screams, the look in my brother's eyes and the sound of the snap of his neck. I pressed my hands on my face trying to block the images and

I walked out of the bathroom and into the room, draping the towel I found over my body. The food on the bedside table had gone cold but I had no choice but to shove it down my throat. If I was going to survive here, I needed all the energy I could get. I couldn't stop thinking about my family and their deaths again. I knelt by my bed as I decided to pray to the moon goddess for their souls and that they rest in peace. I was just about to start my prayers when my room door burst open and an angry Luna stormed in. “Well, well, well. Look at a little miss seductive ex-mate praying to the goddess.” She scorned.I didn't understand what I must have done to get her angry. Before I could open my mouth to talk, she grabbed me by the ponytail I had thrown my hair into and pulled me backwards. My scalp stung from the pull.“You bitch, you think you can take my mate away from me. I, Stephanie, future Luna of this pack would never allow that” Stephanie, so that's her name and what is she goin

The metallic tang of blood filled my nostrils as I woke to the faintest light filtering through the cracks in the walls. My body screamed in protest as I tried to move, every muscle burning like fire. The dried blood and sweat glued my torn clothes to my skin, making every small shift unbearable.A soft scuffling sound caught my attention. At first, I thought it was rats, but then I noticed a shadow moving along the wall close to the door. I hadn't heard anybody come in. Someone was here. My heart thudded in my chest, fear and desperation flooded my chest. Where they are here to beat me up again. "Who's there?" My voice came out hoarse and small, barely above a whisper.The shadow hesitated before stepping closer. It was Julia, the head maid. Her face was pale, her eyes darting nervously to the door as she knelt beside me. She carried a small bag, her hands trembling as she rummaged through it."Shh," she whispered, pulling out a damp cloth. "I don’t have long. They’ll notice if I’m

Mima's POV I woke up with a start as I stood up from the bed. There was a beeping sound in the room and the walls and ceilings were white. I was confused about where I was but after looking down and seeing the numerous tubes attached to me, I remember that I was in the pack clinic.I had sweat gathered on my forehead from the nightmare I had. Seeing my brother die all over again. A tear slipped from my left eye and I raised my bandages hand to clean it. I looked down at myself and noticed that my clothes had been changed. My wounds were bandaged. Basically all of me was covered in bandages. Any small movement I made would make me wince. I was still observing my wounds when someone entered the room. It was a small lady in a white nurse gown. She must be here to check my health. She held a clipboard in her hand and asked how I was doing, giving me a small smile that didn't reach her eyes.She did all she came to do and left. The door opened seconds later and Julia wheeled herself in.

I finally got discharged from the pack clinic after four days and I went back to my normal life. Julia, the head maid, had been discharged a day before I was. My wounds were almost completely healed and I could move well without crutches. The scars were still there though and once in a while, I would feel aches and pains in my sides. After the night that Dylan came into my room, my wounds slowly started to heal by itself. My Wolf's presence even came out just a little. I could feel her. I wondered what motivated her to come out.I tried to not think that it was Dylan, because why would she come out for the one that rejected her? I sometimes spoke to her even though she never replied or gave me a sign that she was listening. I limped to my room when I felt my hair dragged and I almost fell backwards as I stumbled. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me who I had just encountered. I turned around and there she was, Stephanie looking at me with red eyes, puffy eyes. She looked as if sh