Claudia's POV
"Bitch! Slut!"
The heels crushed hard against my palms and I curled up on the floor. I've heard these insults so many times that they couldn't even divert my attention from the physical pain.
Fiona grabbed my hair and yanked me up off the floor so that I had to look up at her and her minions' gorgeous and arrogant faces. "You know very well why you're getting beaten." She looked at her friends.
The minions echoed Fiona with much more exaggerated expressions. "Of course, because you're the daughter of a traitor, bitch!"
"You don't deserve to live in a wolf pack, so go to hell."
With that, another slap came to my face and Fiona let go of my hair as my body slammed hard into the ground. I could still feel the sharp pain of Fiona's four-foot heels kicking me in the back during the flurry of punches and kicks.
"No..."
They obviously didn't expect my sudden outburst, and Fiona questioned, "What did you say?"
"I said, my parents are not traitors."
I tried to say it as firmly and forcefully as I could, but someone had just kicked me in the throat and the defense sounded very weak.
Even though I was beaten to the point of unconsciousness at this point, I could feel the anger in them. They were angry at my defense of my parents, and what made them angrier was the fact that a slave of low status had dared to defy them.
Actually, I would have been much less abused since childhood if I hadn't believed so strongly in my parents.
As loyalty was very important to the Crimson Shadow pack, they were angry with me, the daughter of a traitor. I would have died in the wild if it was not so cruel to exile an unsuspecting little girl. Crimson Shadow's Alpha allowed me to work in the pack house in exchange for staying alive until I left the pack at 18, but that didn't stop them from hazing me, just like today, and every day before.
In fact, I couldn't hold it up before they launched their first "attack". But if I passed out too soon, the she-wolves would continue their abuse when I woke up. After a short time, the sounds of their cursing grew distant, the pain in my body subsided, and the cold and darkness wrapped around me.
"I may die." With that thought, a faint "Stop!" reached my ears before I was completely plunged into darkness.
Whether to call it luck or misfortune, I awoke from the embrace of death. I braced myself to get up from the floor, only to realize that my right hand was broken, and I tried to see myself in the reflection of the stainless steel pan next to me.
The reflection in the stainless steel pan, there was a girl with bruises all over her thin and dry body. I didn' t know if it was because of malnutrition or my long dry hair that was dusty and gray covering half of my face. I suddenly remembered the reason I was still alive. Had I been hallucinating before I passed out? I heard that someone saved me. The voice sounded familiar, but would anyone in this pack house dare to contradict Fiona to save me? I couldn't help but scoff at the stupid idea.
I was about to leave the kitchen when I realized that the door was locked tightly. Without thinking I knew that it was a prank by Fiona and her friends and that I would have to wait until tomorrow morning. The temperature in the kitchen was getting colder as the night wore on, and I had to curl up into a ball as much as I could, but my teeth were still clinking together uncontrollably.