Chapter 2

I stood there, frozen in shock, as the Luna's words hung in the air. Her face twisted in rage. "You think you're so clever, don't you? She continued, her voice mocking. "I know your kind. Always seeking to use others to get what they want. But I won't let you do that to my son." She pointed a finger at me.

"All you are is an easy body for him to use however he pleases. The second he meets his fated mate you'll be nothing to him."

I felt a stinging sensation, as if her words had physically slapped me. She was right and we both knew it.

I felt a lump form in my throat as I struggled to swallow. My eyes began to prick with tears, but I blinked them away. I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

Her eyes held mine, searching for any sign of weakness. But I stood my ground, refusing to let her see how much her words hit home. The silence between us stretched out, becoming almost unbearable, until finally she spoke again.

"If you know what's best for you, you'll leave now, and never come back," she spat bitterly.

"You don't want to find out the extent I would go to protect my son." Her eyes flashed threatening.

A hint of purple appeared in her eyes, a sign that her wolf was close to the surface. It wouldn't do well for me to aggravate her further especially since I wasn't 18 yet and I hadn't received my wolf. I was basically defenceless against her.

I nodded and turned to leave, my eyes fixed on the door as I struggled to maintain my composure.

Her next words stopped me cold, my hands gripping the door knob as if it was the only thing holding me up.

"It's better this way." She whispered. "He's only going to regret ever having anything to do with you."

I pulled open the door and began my walk home. Wrapping my arms around my self, I don't bother to hold back anymore, tears sliding down my cheeks as I sobbed silently on my way home.

I pushed open the front door, wincing as the hinges creaked softly. I froze, holding my breath, as I listened for any sign of movement from within. The house was silent, the only sound the ticking of the clock in the living room.

I let out a quiet sigh of relief and slipped inside, shutting the door behind me with barely a whisper. I leaned against the door, my eyes scanning the dark hallway, making sure I was alone. The coast was clear.

I tiptoed down the hallway, trying not to make a sound as I made my way back to my room. The creaky floorboards beneath my feet seemed to echo through the silent house, making me wince with each step.

But I had almost made it to my bedroom when his voice startled me. "Where... Where are you coming from, young lady?" he slurred his words. I froze, my heart sinking as I turned to face him. He was drunk. When was he not.

"I was just out for a walk." I lied.

He stumbled forward, his eyes squinting at me. "A walk, huh?" he sneered. "You bitch, I can smell him all over you."

I flinch at his words, my eyes dropped as the shame burned my face.

"Did you enjoy it, huh. You probably let him take you like the whore you are. Just like your whore of a mother. The bitch slept with all the men in the pack to secure her position in the pack, but guess what she died a slut." He smiled.

"That's not true." I whispered, my voice shaking.

"And the same is going to happen to you." He added, his smile growing even wider.

"Shut up." I choked out tears streaming down my face.

"What did you say to me?" He growled

I let out shocked gasp as he launches himself at me. His hand closed around my wrists and threw me to the ground. My head spun, and fear gripped me as he hovered above.

He stared at me with such rage, it terrified me. His chest heaved with ragged breaths as he stepped towards me, his fist raised. I scrambled backward but the wall stopped my retreat, trapping me. And I could do was close my eyes and wait for the blow.