UNTAMED: THE ALPHA

Inside every strong and independent woman was a broken little girl who had to learn how to get back up and not have to depend on anyone.

-Unknown-

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She shifted into her white beast with so much difficulty because she just started to shift a few weeks ago. Her beast was so small. After all, she was only six years old. She was almost like a little puppy, instead of a wolf cub.

And, when her father said she had to run for her life and not to look back, she did as she was told. But now before nudging her father's warm palm and seeing him shift into his big wolf as well.

The little wolf dashed through the night, and didn't even stop when she heard the howls and bone- shattering noises that filled the night.

She ran until she reached the human residences and was almost hit by a car when she reached the city. People around her looked at her with amazement and some wanted to catch her, but she bared her teeth and hissed dangerously.

She needed to reach her uncle's pack before those green people reached her and caught her. Therefore, she needed to run as fast as she could.

She ran across the streets, and past the small outlets by the roadside and between people's legs, while they were screaming and cursing. But most of the time, people would gasp upon seeing her white fur.

Yet, she kept pushing her limits even when her breathing turned ragged or her small legs became sore.

The little white wolf rushed forward to the direction that she knew. She may be a little pup, but she had a decent memory that came in handy and shrewdness that served her at the right time.

However, her small body couldn't meet her expectations, as she gradually slowed down when tiredness took over her aching joints.

As soon as she did, someone picked her up holding her hump and tossed her inside a car.

She bared her teeth and tried to claw at her attacker, but it was a futile attempt as they shoved her inside a cage and drove away in a different direction.

No, no, no… she needed to get to her uncle's pack.

The little wolf howled pitifully, when they covered the cage with a brown sheet and left her in the dark for hours. Her body would hit the cage whenever the car went through a bumpy road. She even clambered to her feet and tried to bite the steel, yet she was not strong enough.

If she had been as strong as her father, she would have bitten the man that caught her and she wouldn't have ended up in this miserable condition. Or, she could have helped her father to fight the green people…

But, she was not strong enough. Not yet…

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If you have been treated like a pet for a very long time, there was a high chance that you could become one.

The same thing happened to the little girl when she was caught by a mysterious man that night. Who then tossed her into a cage to be presented as a lovely little pet for a rich man's wife, only to be abandoned after two months when she lost interest in the small creature that would claw her skin whenever she got the opportunity.

Her father told her to not shift in front of humans. That they mustn't know that she existed, or their kind existed in this world, thus she did what she was told.

She didn't shift for two years, or maybe longer than that, she was not sure… she lost track of time and almost forgot about the way to uncle's pack, and now she almost forgot about how to be human again.

The little white wolf lived in a huge, fancy house with scary looking people coming and going as they pleased.

If she was not in the cage, she would be chained in the backyard. No one wanted to play with the small beautiful wolf that would bite your head off.

She would eat and sleep, eat and bark, and eat and sleep again, the routine seemed to last forever until one evening, when she heard a commotion from inside the house.

The same screaming and cursing she heard the night she left her pack with her father, only less of howling, since they were humans and not shifters, but instead she heard the sound of guns being fired rapidly.

The white wolf stood on its four legs, her ears perked up to hear more of what was happening while trying to bite her chain. She saw a man running from inside the house, but then a bullet was fired and he fell face first with a dark hole in his head.

The smell of blood and gunpowder spread in the air and the white wolf yipped, she didn't like the scent. It was the scent of death.

However, she was on alert when someone approached her. He was a man dressed in black sweater and washed jeans, he walked slowly with his blue eyes fixed on her.

The white wolf barked, bared her teeth. She was a little bigger than the first time she was brought here.

The man didn't seem impressed by her hostility, but he crouched down anyway.

"Move, I will shoot." Another male voice boomed behind the first man, but it only made the white wolf growl furiously when she saw that a gun was pointed at her.

"No," the first man said. His blue eyes didn't leave her hazel ones. He raised his hand to prevent the other guy from shooting the wolf, but then his next word caught her off guard. "Shift."

The white wolf stopped growling at him, and stared at him curiously. The order made her revisit a faint memory in her hazy head. Something that was close to home…

The man then extended his hand and released her from her chain that was tied around her neck. She had this chain ever since she arrived in this place.

"Shift now," he said again.

And the next second, it was a little girl, laying naked on the grass, defenseless.