Attack on the Pack

Three Years Later.

The slap landed on her face so quickly that Delilah hadn't even seen it coming.

Her face stung horribly, and she felt tears leap to her eyes.

Her reaction had been slow and once the human-to-human contact left her face, she could taste blood in her mouth.

She turned to glare at the person who had slapped her.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

Delilah just stood there glaring at Kate, the daughter of the Pack's Alpha.

"My name is Delilah," she said stubbornly.

Kate made to slap her again, but Delilah put her hands up in defense.

There was jeering behind Kate's back as a group of female werewolves sniveled and laughed at her.

"Don't you ever talk back to me when I'm talking to you," Kaye growled and her eyes suddenly turned amber.

Delilah kept her mouth shut. It was no use trying to rile Kate up further. She was with her gang now and if she made a wrong move or said something stupid, Kate was going to make sure she regretted it.

Besides, she had no wolf to fight back. If the rest transformed to mess with her, she would be left defenseless.

"Shameless half-human" Kate spat, glaring into the eyes of Delilah, her eyes still glowing amber.

Kate wanted nothing more than for Delilah to make a wrong move then she would ounce and she would ounce without mercy.

Delilah hadn't forgotten the last time Kate had bitten her. The pain had been excruciating.

It was like nothing she had ever felt before. Her wolf wasn't responsive, so she had borne all the pain.

If not for the Pack's healers, Delilah was sure she would have died from that bite.

So for now she just kept her eyes to the ground, submissive to Kate's jeering and taunting.

Kate, seeing that Delilah wasn't going to further kindle the fires of her bullying, moved off making sure that her shoulder bumped into Delilah's, throwing her backward a little.

"Bitch."

Her friends were moving off with her now, and they also threw their own insults to make sure Delilah understood that she had no help whatsoever.

Delilah played submissive till all of them left, their insults staying with her even after they had all moved off.

She just stood there fighting against the grief that was threatening to tear her soul into pieces.

Delilah looked up to the sky, at the starless sky, and felt that her life was just like that bleak, without joy, without love.

The first tears left her eyes slowly cutting a path across her cheek to slowly slide down her jaws and drop to the ground.

That was the catalyst for the heavy sobbing. Delilah was crying now, heavy tears that came straight from her soul.

The pack was treating her like she was scum because she didn't have a wolf and she couldn't blame them.

She was scum.

Delilah couldn't shift, she couldn't speak with her wolf and that made her useless to the pack.

What use was there of a werewolf without a wolf.

Delilah sank to the ground, her knees coming in contact with twigs and other sharp, unknown things that pierced her legs.

At that moment, she didn't care if she bruised any part of her body. She was just overcome with the grief, the pain, the hurting.

She wondered when it would all end. When was her suffering going to end?

The only reason she was even in a pack was because of the Packs Luna. She had taken a liking to Delilah and had let her stay in the pack this long.

For other members of the group, she was just a sport to them, something they taunted in their free time.

Delilah knew she should have gotten used to it by now, but it still cut deep because every time Kate or one of her goons bullied her, it was a reminder of her pitiful existence.

Delilah wasn't exactly sure when she had stopped crying and had moved off from where she had been bullied.

Her new location was a place she liked to come to escape from all the problems that came with being a half human in the pack.

It was a bit far from the camp's settlement, overlooking it like some stranger would overlook a valley on top of a cliff.

She could still see movement in the settlement and now and then peals of laughter rose from the settlement to reach her ears.

So many times she had tried to connect with her wolf, but to no avail. Delilah had a wolf. She could feel it sometimes, yet why it wouldn't surface was a mystery to her..

It was there, somewhere, and she wished with every part of her being that she would one day connect with it.

She had gone through a lot, staying with the pack. A pack that loathed her, a pack that saw no use for her.

So many times she had thought about running away, but she knew that wasn't a risk she was willing to take.

Once one ran away from their pack, they automatically became a rogue werewolf. Most packs were careful about rogues and runaways because they always spelt trouble.

Some wolves could get into other packs by luck, but Delilah knew luck would never let her because she couldn't shift to a wolf form.

What pack would allow a wolf-less werewolf into their ranks.

So she had decided to stick with the one she was in.

A pack that hated you was better than no pack at all.

Delilah sat on a rock backing the small stream beside her, which was the water used by the pack.

The surface of the water was inky black there was no source of light reflecting atop it. The water made no noise either, just lay there very still.

Her nose picked something up. Delilah wasn't sure what it was, but something was definitely smelling funny tonight;.

Not having a werewolf's heightened sense of smell, sight and hearing was another disadvantage she had. She couldn't easily pinpoint trouble if one was brewing.

The smell was stronger now. It filled the night air like some sort of rot.

Delilah stood up from the boulder and sniffed the air even though she knew that wouldn't do much good. At least her human nose was working.

Then she heard it and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up straight like they had been charged with electricity.

A low growl directly to her left and she knew without a doubt what was happening.

The pack was under attack.

Delilah bolted for the settlement, her legs going as fast as she could go.

She had to warn the pack. If they were taken by surprise, then it would be disastrous for them.

Their numbers weren't large.

Delilah kept running. It was at times like this that she wished she were a true wolf.

She knew she wasn't going to make it in time. The wolves would already get there before her.

They were moving on four feet, and she was moving on two. There was no way she was going to outrun them.

Delilah could see their shapes slinking across the forest grounds, getting closer and closer to the settlement.

She tripped and fell, realizing she would never make it in time. She was even lucky that the wolves hadn't spotted her yet.

Getting up to her feet, she heard a howl of pain from somewhere deep into the settlement and knew that the rogues had struck.

Delilah powered on until she reached the settlement.

She wished she had remained back where she was, away from the carnage she had just run into.

Directly in front of her were wolves fighting. The settlement's fires had all been put out so that her pack wouldn't know when the rogues struck.

In the darkness of the night, they looked like monstrous creatures fighting and she slowly realised with dread that it posed a problem for her too.

She couldn't see properly in the dark. Her human eyes were too weak to allow her to see as clearly as the wolves..

Delilah broke away from the fighting and turned to run, her eyes scanning the darkness of the settlement for a place to hide.

She heard a roar somewhere in the closely packed fighting bodies of the wolves and saw a flash of brown fur.

The Alpha.

She watched as the Alpha of her pack moved swiftly to a mass of fighting wolves and with horror, she realised why.

The Luna was surrounded, and she was losing. Rogue werewolves usually had darker fur that was dark as night and so far that's all she could see surrounding the Luna.

The Luna was fighting back her wolf snapping, biting, clawing but Delilah knees if she did they help soon she would be outnumbered and possibly killed.

Delilah didn't know what to do; she lacked the means to help the pack. What could she do when she couldn't even shift.

The pack was completely outnumbered, and she watched her Alpha even struggle to fend off the wolves from himself.

Suddenly, Delilah felt something hit her. It felt like she had been hit with a ton of bricks.

She was aware of herself flying through the air and falling down on the ground, the breath completely knocked out of her.

Dazed, she staggered to her feet and felt a sharp pain in her side.

She barely had time to react to the pain because a wolf was running right up to her, its teeth bared and she could see blood stains on its teeth.

Delilah could barely move. She just stood there, rooted to the spot with fear.

Was this how she was going to die? Was this how she was going to end her life killed by her fellow werewolf, and she couldn't even defend herself.

 The wolf leaped into the air straight at her and from the corner of her eyes she was a blur barrel into the rogue wolf and both wolves tumbled to the ground.

Delilah turned and started running, tears falling out of her eyes.

She was so useless, she couldn't even help her pack. All she could do was run, run away to find somewhere to hide.

Delilah ran into one of the settlement homes and shut the door behind her.

The fighting outside had gotten heavier and she could hear growls, yelps, and screams fill the night air.

She just sat there on the ground crying into the folds of her clothing, too weak and useless to do anything. 

There was a howl from outside that seemed to reverberate into her soul, and she shut her ears at the sound.

 Returning howls followed, and Delilah realized with relief that the rogues were leaving.

They had caused enough damage and were leaving.

After five minutes of cowering inside the room, Delilah opened the door and stepped out.

The settlement was busy, and the rogues had left, leaving behind the damage they had caused.

Everywhere she turned to look, there were bodies; her pack wolves mixed with the bodies or rogues.

She could hear wailing somewhere and she saw Kate kneeling close to the body of her mother, yelling and kicking at her father who was trying to lift her up.

The Luna had been injured badly. There was a huge gash in one of her arms and her eyes were closed, but she was still alive.

It would take more than that to kill a Luna.

As Amelia watched, the pack's healers came up and gingerly placed the Luna on a makeshift stretcher, taking her away.

If the Luna, of the pack, died, the entire pack would be thrown into jeopardy.

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After the damage that was done had been assessed and the bodies of the dead cleared the whole pack had assembled at the meeting point which was a raised makeshift platform behind an oak tree.

The Pack's Alpha stood atop the platform, his face a mask of fury.

"After what happened here today, I have made an agreement with another pack that we would be forming an alliance with them to strengthen our numbers."

The Alpha lashed and stared at the pack, daring anyone to challenge him.

"For this alliance to work in our favour, a female wolf from this pack will be given to the pack's Alpha as his mate."

Delilah looked up at the Alpha, and her heart suddenly did a double-take.

There was an excited murmur from the pack. It was most of the female werewolves' dream to ascend from a normal wolf to a Luna.

Secretly, it was Delilah's dream, too.

The Alpha raised his hands for silence and it descended on the pack.

"The alliance will be in two days time and we will choose a mate from this pack to become a Luna and…"

The rest of the Alpha's words drowned in her thoughts.

Was there any chance that she could be taken? That she could become Luna, even though she had no wolf.

Could she become a Luna? Delilah knew of incidents like that happening. It wasn't new, but could it actually happen to her?

 She closed her eyes softly, feeling her mate call her name seductively.

"I want to be a Luna," she whispered into the night air.

Moon goddess make me a Luna."