**Elizabeth' s POV**
If hell really exists, then I lived in it every day after I turned 10.
I will never forget what happened on my 10th birthday.
It was a late afternoon, and I was lying in bed in the pack house, sleeping. I was lost in a beautiful dream that also had relation to my birthday party that was going to be held tonight.
My father was the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack and I was his only and most beloved daughter.
He said he sent birthday invitations to the Alpha family of the Black River Pack. There will be a very large number of werewolves at the birthday party tonight. It' s going to be the biggest and most exciting party of the year.
And I, am the rightful star of the birthday party. I will put on the most gorgeous new dress and accept the blessings and elaborate gifts offered by all.
The door was kicked open from the outside and a rogue with a scar on his face barged into my room with a knife.
The knife was red, and blood continued to drip from the tip.
I woke up from a beautiful dream, and from then on, my life became a nightmare that I could never wake up from.
"Who are you? GET OUT!" I screamed and curled up my body.
"Oh, there' s a sleeping beauty in here." The rogue surveyed me with an evil gaze, from hair to toe.
"Get the hell out of my room!"
Feeling horrified and disgusted, I couldn' t help but hide inside the bed, yelling, "Lily! Lily! Help me!"
Lily was my maid and a female warrior. My father had arranged for Lily to take care of me, more primarily to protect me.
"Lily, where is she?" The rogue looked around the room and said with a big smile, "Are you looking for her? Is she Lily?"
He lifted his left hand, and Lily' s severed head was being held in his hand.
"Here you are. Your Lily," The rogue smiled viciously and threw Lily' s head onto the bed.
Throwing it in front of me.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh ----" I screamed frantically. lily' s blood stained my pajamas.
I was so scared that I pulled the covers over my cold body. lily' s head rolled off the bed like a ball, leaving a long trail of blood where it passed.
"My little chick, you look scared. come on, let me comfort you."
The rogue came toward me as he pulled down his pants.
I was too young to know what his lecherous smile meant. I was simply afraid of him coming near me. I was afraid of the scars on his face, and I was afraid of the knife dripping blood from his hand.
"Get away! You killed Lily! You' re BAD! You' re an asshat!"
I cried, hitting him with a pillow, but that didn' t stop him from getting close to me.
"My chick, don' t piss me off if you don' t want me to cut off your hands and feet." He threatened me with a low growl and lifted my covers.
I screamed and ran off the bed, only to have him pull me back hard and throw me on the bed.
I didn' t know what he was trying to do. He tore my pajamas into strips of cloth with force. He made me scared.
"You' re so damn cute, little chick. you' re going to be a hottie someday. But I won' t give you a chance to grow up."
"I' ll kill you, after I' ve enjoyed you." The rogue laughed and pressed himself against me.
Just then, I saw my mother rush in with a dagger in her hand.
Her aim was to stab the rogue in the back.
"Mom..." I subconsciously shouted out.
I shouldn' t have made a sound, I should have stayed silent so the rogue wouldn' t notice my mom coming in.
But I was so young, I didn' t know my call would kill my mom.
As soon as the rogue heard my call, he immediately realized there was someone behind him. Without looking back, he grabbed the knife and stabbed it backhanded.
I saw the knife pierce my mom' s chest with my own eyes.
"Mom ------" I let out a harsh cry.
Blood spurted out of my mom' s chest and landed on my face and in my mouth. This was the first time I tasted blood. It was salty. Saltier than tears.
Mom clung to the rogue from behind as she fell, "Elizabeth, run! Run!"
"Drop dead!" The rogue drew his knife and stabbed my mother hard in the abdomen again.
Despite this, Mom held on to the rogue' s arm and didn' t let go at all.
"Mom-----" I couldn' t control the tears that came out of my eyes. I wanted to help her, but mom stopped me.
"My daughter, run! You have to live. Must live."
"Do as you are told, my good girl. Run! Run!"
I jumped out of bed and ran to the door at my mother' s urging. I didn' t dare to leave. I knew that once I left my mom would surely be killed by that rogue.
I might lose her forever!
"Go to hell! Bitch! You think you can stop me by doing that? I' ll kill you first, then your daughter!" The rogue flipped my mom to the ground with force and slapped her across the face.
He tried to turn around and chase me, but my mom suddenly held his leg and wouldn' t let him go.
I saw my mom covered in blood. In my memory, my mom, as the noble Luna of Blue Moon Pack, always wore white and clean dresses, beautiful as a goddess.
However, at this moment, she was covered with blood and mud. Because of me, she became so wretched.
She looked at me with eyes full of tears and grief and urged me loudly in a hoarse voice.
"Run! Run for help!"