Chapter 8


    Abbie


    I stared at the forest surrounding the castle, wishing I could shift and feel the air in my fur and the dirt b


    eneath my


    paws. I hardly shifted. Mrs. Daley forbade it. The only time I did was in our room back at the or phanag


    e and Ivy would keep a lookout, not that Mrs. Daley came up to our room much, so I used toze by th


    e window where I could see the moon, feel its rays on my fur. I guess that is where the legend came fro


    m for humans about the moon and werewolves, etc. I felt drawn to the moon and night in general. I use


    d to imagine what it would be like to roam freely


    and explore the woods, instead my paws only knew the floor boards of our tiny room.


    Yet so close to the forest the urge was overwhelming and I took a step toward the forest feeling my bod


    y tense with the urge to change and realign so I could


    take my werewolf form. It was freeing the shift, yet also painful because I hardly did it.


    erew


    “Abbie!” rice calls out to me and I rush back to hang out the towels I was sent out to hang.


    “Yes,” I called back, looking toward theundry door.


    “Once done,e help me prepare for dinner,” I nod to her quickly and quickly finish hanging the wash


    ing out, wondering if maybe I could sneak out while everyone


    sleeps to shift before I quickly dismiss the thought. The guards may stumble across me and think I was


    trespassing.


    However,ter that night I was sitting on the windowsill looking at the castle grounds below. My skin itc


    hes with the need to shift, it was a clear night yet as I watched from the window I saw the guards walk i


    ng the forest edge and sighed.


    Climbing down, I knew, once again, my only ce of sce with my wolf would be confined to this roo


    m. Stripping my clothes off, I got to my hands and knees and a violent shudder rippled up my spine and


    nap and clenched my teeth as my bones started breaking and realigning into position.


    Hands became paws and skin turned to fur and my nose and face elongated. I was careful not to let my


    ws scratch the floor as I stood on my hind legs before jumping onto the window ledge sitting nook. I


    pressed my nose to the ss andid down along the window, wishing I could run through the forest, w


    ish ing to know what it truly meant to be a werewolf.


    My mother used to tell me how freeing it felt to run on four legs, to zip through the trees and feel the air


    and heat blow through her fur, I guess I will never know what


    that feels like. It was foolish to miss some thing I had never experienced, or probably ever would.


    I ended up falling asleep on the window ledge, and it wasn‘t until I heard a knock on the door that I wok


    e and crashed to the ground with a thud. My entire body shook when I heard the door handle twist and


    I knew I was going to be caught. Lowering my body


    to the ground, I tried to fit under the bed, yet my fury body was much too big. Stupid Abbie, how could y


    ou fall asleep?


    “Abbie?” rice‘s voice and peer around the edge of the foot


    of the bed. She gasps and I quickly shift back, reaching for the sheet on my bed to tuck around me.


    “I‘m sorry, I promise I was careful I didn‘t scratch the floors, and I will clean up the fur,” I quickly told her,


    covering myself. rice stares at me, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. I wondered how man


    yshes I would get for my stupidity.


    “You‘re not in trouble, Abbie. I noticed you didn‘te down for supper,” she says, cing a tray with a


    piece of pie on the bed.


    “Sorry, I will get changed ande down,” I tell her. She


    stares at me for a second before nodding and heading toward the door when she pauses just as Gann


    on and Dustin walk past my door.


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    “You know, Abbie, if you want to shift, you can go in the woods. Just let the guards know you‘re out


    there so they don‘t think you‘re a stranger.” rice says and I tug the nket tighter when I notice Gan


    non had stopped and is staring past rice.


    “It‘s okay, it won‘t happen again,” I assure her. Her brows furrow, and she looks at Gannon behind her.


    “I‘ll take her for her run,” Gannon offers, but I wiffle my head.


    “No, it‘s fine. I think I will


    just go shower ande clean up the mess I made,” I tell them. Gannon went to say something but clo


    sed his mouth. With a swift nod he walked off. I let out a breath and rice watched him leave, clearly


    me shifting inside angered him.


    “try to


    get some rest, but if you want to shift, you can go to the woods to do so. I have told you Abbie, you are


    n‘t a prisoner here,” rice says before leaving me. Yet she says that, but I am


    not allowed to see Ivy, or go to that floor. I wasn‘t about to tempt the Lycans by doing something, even i


    f allowed.


    Mrs. Daley used to like to y those games, get our hopes up and say we could have a break and the


    moment we did, she would beat


    us bloody. Or like the time she said we could eat with the children at the dining table, only to humiliate u


    s when we sat down with them. She tossed our food on the floor and made us eat like dogs, and after


    that, when the children would beg for


    us to sit with them, we never asked again. We were only twelve at the time.


    We had finally given into the children and thought for once we would ask; it sucked


    because the kids always asked. We only asked the once because it was Mrs. Daley‘s birthday and we


    spent all day preparing the cake and making sure we had an enjoyable meal made for her. We thought


    maybe if we worked extra hard and made her happy, she would let us join her and the other children. S


    he had promised us that if we made her favorite chocte mud cake, and cooked a roast we


    could celebrate with her and try the cake we painstakingly made for her.


    We were so excited and when the other kids sat down and we served their food, we gathered our own


    tes. Usually Mrs. Daley gave us whatever scraps the kids didn‘t eat or sometimes if she thought


    we were beingzy, she gave the scraps to the pigs and we went without. We had been on our best be


    havior and she promised, even Katrina was excited for us and helped us bake the cake. Yet as we t


    ed our food and went to take our seats, she snapped at us.


    “What are you doing?” She snarled, and we both froze and looked at Katrina.


    “Dogs don‘t sit at the table,” she said, getting up.


    “I said you could join us because I was feeling generous, but filthy rogues eat like filthy rogues,” she said


    the tes in a pile on the floor.


    “Now sit and enjoy your meal,” she ordered us. The humiliation and sadness at the broken promise near


    nce at Katrina, we saw her lips quiver, and she tossed her napkin before storming out.


    I nudged lvy as I went to sit on the floor, Ivy I could tell didn‘t want to eat it, though the floors were clean


    daily, yet she red at Mrs. Daley and I had to nudge her, giving her a look to remind her we hadn‘t eate


    two days and she had fainted


    the day prior. Who cares if it was now ruined? We still needed to eat, and Ivy especially. She always got


    “Please,”


    I whispered to her, nudging her with my elbow. Ivy looked at me and dropped her gaze to the floor befor


    Looking at the slice of pie on the tray, I wondered if Ivy had eaten and if maybe I could sneak it over to h


    copped one too many beatings for it, so my conscience gnawed at me with how much I had eaten


    since being here that Ipletely forgot that Ivy may not have. I quickly got changed scooping up the tr


    out the door before trying


    to sneak into the King‘s quarters. Yet it didn‘t take long before Trey, one of the guards here spotted m


    me away.


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