The White Wolf

From abused to trained, what will happen when Evie clashes with her father's pack years after finally escaping the torment of her hated childhood?
- Nami2013


1. My Father

Hey guys this is my first movella and i would love to hear your feedback! The first chapter is a bit graphic and i am sorry if i offend anyone and also sorry for any mistakes!  Okay hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter 1

 “Where is she?!” My so called ‘father’ screamed. I pushed myself further into my closet even though I could feel the cool wall against my small back. Fully aware of what my father would do if he were to find me here. I shuddered at the thought; it would not be pleasant.

“Where the hell is that little brat?!” I heard him yell again, closer this time. His voice alone sent cold, dead shivers up my spine and made my heart rate increase dramatically. He could probably hear it if he wasn’t so drunk. I heard my door creak open and I held my breath. He had not figured out this hiding spot yet and for that I was thankful. He was always more violent when I hid and he wasn’t as careful as to where he left the bruises. The floorboards creaked as he looked around my small, bare room.

Dad wasn’t always like this. He used to love me like any father would. That was before mum left us. I was only 8 at the time and after that dad wasn’t the same, he started coming home drunk with a different women every night. He stopped smiling and stopped talking to me. That lasted for about a year, but then he started getting worse. At first it was only a slap or two if I didn’t do what he said. Now he’s even worse. And that’s why I’m hiding.

My thoughts were interrupted by a large hand forcibly wrapping around my small throat choking me as my tiny 11 year old body was lifted off the floor of my wardrobe. I closed my eyes as I brought my hands to my throat to try and pry the hands off my neck, but I knew it was useless. He was stronger than me and I would never win against him. I slowly opened my eyes to meet my father’s stormy grey ones that I hated so much. These eyes used to show so much love and compassion but were now dull and void of any emotion. But right now his eyes held so much anger and hated, I knew that the events that were going to follow were going to be extremely painful. He loathed it when I hid. He called me weak and only beat me harder. A smirk plastered itself on his stormy face as he looked at me as if he was reading my thoughts.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. You know I don’t like it when you hide from me Evangeline.” He snarled, slightly spitting on my face due to his close proximity. His voice was monotone as he continued. “Why did you have to go and do that, hey? You’re only making it worse for yourself.” That was all he said to me as he dropped my frail body to the ground and kicked me in the stomach and then the head. Blood started running from my nose and I couldn’t breathe.

“Get up” he ordered. I tried to get up; knowing what would happen if I didn’t. As I got to my knees he slapped me across the face and then punched me in the stomach. I doubled over in pain and started coughing on my hands and knees. My father’s expensive shoes came into view as he stood in front of me while I continued coughing. Blood continued running from my nose and began coming from my mouth. His shoes disappeared from my view as he circled me and resumed talking.

“You’re just like your mother, a disappointment to our species. You’re pathetic! I feel sorry for whoever is dammed enough to be your mate.” He bent down in front of my face as I continued my coughing fit, I was now coughing up blood, but that didn’t stop him as he grabbed my long, dark brown ponytail and forced me to look at him. “No-one is ever going to love you. You are just an ugly, pathetic excuse of a werewolf and I will make sure that you never forget me. I am going to make sure that you think of me every time you look in the mirror.” A devilish smirk appeared on his face as he pulled me to my feet by my hair and me out of my room. He continued to pull on my hair as I finally managed to regain my breath and figure out where he was taking me. I recognised the back door as my father barged through it and violently pushed me into the cold winter air. I stumbled towards the lush woods that surrounded our small house.

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