Becoming The Luna

Christina POV “What the fuck. What the fuck! What the actual fuck!” I kept repeating it like a mantra. I don’t know whether I should be more confused at what I just saw or at the fact that the werewolf who just killed the two men is staring at me and for some reason, I’m not afraid of him hurting me. Hell, I'm more afraid of the fact that he stopped looking at me and started looking behind me. I felt someone’s breath on my neck and I already knew that I was about to die but just before I started to pray to god and embrace death, a knife flew swiftly past my ear and right into whoever the hell was behind me. I felt a warm liquid drip down my shoulder and I slowly looked back and saw another man in black. His eyeball was struck With the knife and it’s bleeding profusely. The man started to scream and I immediately looked back at the direction that the knife came from. There’s a lady in black but different from the men and her face is open, unlike the men whose faces were conveyed i

Christina POV We ran out of the back door through the kitchen and immediately started to sprint away from the people chasing after us. I have never run so much in my life. We couldn't get to the car because they had swarmed around us, so the back door was the only possible escape route we had. My legs started to hurt, and I suddenly felt so dizzy. I could barely breathe. I’ve never been good at any physical activities. “Please, we need to rest!” I yell out. “We can’t!” Dad screams. “Peter, we have to shift!” Melissa shouts. I ignored what Melissa said, not because I didn’t understand it but because the guys behind us seemed to be getting closer. I guess this is the day I will die. I wouldn’t have minded dying if it wasn’t for the vast amount of drama that has happened in the past few hours. I need to at least understand why my mother was killed before I die. Hell—I want to avenge her. Becca looks back and sees that I’m slower than all of them. She then looked behind me,

Christina's POVDespite all my begging and pleading to be freed, I am thrown into the Alpha's spacious room. All my cries fall on deaf ears, as it becomes obvious that I'm not leaving this man's room until he is ready to let me go.I look around me, getting more and more scared as I realize that his room is so large that I feel immensely tiny inside of it. The smell of incense and lit candles faintly permeates the room, adding to the dark atmosphere. Sunlight is gradually waning, which means that soon, night will fall on us, potentially keeping us here longer.I rub my hands together in a pleading gesture. “Please, please please, I don't know anything at all,” I beg, dragging myself across the carpet-covered floor away from this man before me with a sinister look in his eyes. “Please.” My elbows start to hurt, but I push past the pain and keep moving—until a solid wall presses into my back.His eyes roam my body in a way that hints at nothing good. A smirk pulls at his mouth, making h

Christina's POVMy outer jacket is discarded already, exposing my white inner tank top to the man on top of me. His weight is crushing, and I have to force air into my lungs to keep breathing. Due to so much crying, my eyes now burn and hurt. I wish I could have been able to put up a brave front, but the truth is that I'm not brave. If I am, I won't be underneath a man begging for mercy.His hands fall to the edge of my tank top, intending to pull it off me, when a knock comes to the door, breaking through the moment. My saving grace.A shaking breath of relief comes out of me when he stops his assault and finally gets off me, giving me room to breathe and take in air at last. I rub my neck and sit up, ignoring the streaks of tears on my face.The door opens before the Alpha can get to it, and the man from earlier looks inside, eyes taking in everything with speed and precision. He doesn't say anything at first but simply looks at us with a slightly suspicious look on his face.Event

Christina’s POVIt is so crazy to think about the fact that I have been imprisoned for more than a day in a place where men turn into animals, I have been chained up, and almost sexually assaulted. I'm so touchy that I cannot close my eyes without seeing a flash of that man sitting on top of me and pressing me down to use my body for his pleasure.The cell we're in is very quiet. Every once in a while, a single sharp sound cuts through the silence, waking me and urging me to focus on what is around me. My Dad sits in his chair, still chained up and motionless. It hurts me to see him like this, but I can't help even if all I want is to pull him out of here and take us both home.But I know that there are many things he has failed to tell me since we came here. So many things that I have been asking myself, but can only make sense when someone like him explains it all. The day is waning, and soon, it'll be dark out. Becca and Melissa have been waiting in the dungeons with us as well wh