Fighting to be Luna

Rachels POVMy stepsister leaned against my doorframe, staring at me. Almost as if she was challenging me to say something, but I didn't. Jessica loved to push my buttons. Harassing me is probably her favorite hobby of all times."Please, not today." I groaned as she walked in, looking at my room in disgust. She rarely comes in here. She says it's depressioning and basically a haunted storage space for unwanted things. Among those unwanted things would be me. Jessica is a 1 year younger than me and the beloved daughter of my father and Beth. They view her as the "rightful" daughter since she was born between fated mates. She is beautiful, as much as I wish she looked like a troll, she doesn't. She has short blonde hair that she has in ringlets framing her face. Her almond shaped brown eyes that glared at me as she took another step closer. I study her as she enters my room, step by step. Jessica is taller than me, about 5'6" and much slimmer. Unlike me, who has a full bust and curvy h

Rachel's POV Normally, I would have kept my mouth shut. I never started fights. Neither my dad nor Beth cared to ever take my side, so I usually let Jessica have her evil fun and try to get it over with. But knowing she was delighted to throw me from the pack and risk my life seemed to loosen my filters and my restraints. I could feel the anger building up inside me as if there was a hole in the dam I built around my emotions. I started to tremble. Wait, no, more like vibrate. My body began to shake almost uncontrollably. I couldn't make out what Jessica was screaming at me. The constant tremors and white noise filling my ears consumed my entire train of thought. That was until I felt something wet splat in my face. I blinked several times before the image of Jessica wipping her mouth came into clear view. Did this bitch just spit in my face?? That done it. The white noise in my ears became a white flash in my vision. Blinding me in pure rage for a moment. Without any warning my

Rachel's POV I jumped and rushed to my window. Unfortunately, I moved too fast. The world seemed to spin in all directions. I grabbed the windowsill to steady myself. "Woah..." I groan. I shut my eyes, and I waited for the world to go still again. All of a sudden, the piercing blue eyes I saw in my dreams flashed before me again. "Fuck!" I startled and opened my eyes again. "What the fuck is going on!" I yelled out. Jessica must have really did a number on me. Great. The last thing I need is brain damage from this. I would never hear the end of it with Jessica. Worse, Beth would continue to tell everyone it's another disability I have from not being born to fated mates. Lost in my thoughts again, I almost forgot why I was at the window. As soon as the thought registered I heard another scream. I opened my window and was hit with the strong smell of smoke. I cough and back up. After a few forced coughs, I blink to clear my vision and I peered back out the window and thought my eye

Rachel's POV Clayton rushes to the window and peeks out again. "Fuck!" He hisses under his breath. He walks away and runs both hands through his blonde hair. I step to the window and look around. I see a girl crying and stumbling across my yard. She is heading towards the pack house! She has long black hair that is braided back. I can make out leaves and tiny little twigs clinging to the braid as she gets closer. Something wet is matted to the side of her face. I squint to get a better look at her. Something seems so familiar about her, but it's too hard to make out who she is. One of her eyes is swollen shut. Her cheeks are red and damp from tears and sweat. Blood is dripping down her nose and over her mouth. I follow the flow of blood as it runs over her lips, down her neck, and to her bare chest. Her bare chest?I blink repeatedly and stare with my mouth open. Her shirt is missing. The girl is only wearing a thin brown skirt with tiny white flowers sprinkled here and there. The

Rachel's POV I stopped mid run and stared at Joyce. She looked up and met my eyes. I swear I saw her swollen red lips silently word out 'help me'. Behind her, casually stepping through the grass, as if it was a normal day, was three rogues in their wolf form. My heart seemed to break in a million pieces as I watched her crawl towards me in terror. Her eye appeared to be worse than when I saw her through the window. Her beautiful porcelain skin was covered in bruises. Her nose looked clearly broken. Her cupid bow lips were busted in several spots. I watched as her breast swayed with each forced movement she made to escape the men, and they looked covered in human bite marks. I couldn't even begin to imagine what my friend had experienced. The men slowly shifted back into their human forms. They continued to approach her and were laughing! They were mocking Joyce and the agony, they were causing her. They picked up speed and grabbed her by the ankle, and yanked her back to them. Joyc