CHAPTER FOUR

~Marcel's POV~

I TRIED TO put my prisoner away from my mind as I sat in my study. Finding her last night had cut our surveillance mission short, but…

"The woman you kidnapped… what do you plan on doing to her?" my beta and best friend, Bruce asked.

"I see the news is spreading now," I said, turning around to see him lounging on the couch. "You were not with us last night on the mission, but you already know I found a woman."

He chuckled. "I know everything."

I raised an eyebrow, indulging in his joke. "Well, then, tell me why my beast tingled when I touched her."

The smile disappeared from his face immediately, and he sat straight. "What? Are you serious?"

Before I could answer, my twin sister, who was also my Gamma and pack doctor came in. "What do you plan on doing with the prisoner?" she asked without any formality.

"How is she?" I asked.

"Her wolf is weak," Jane said. "She should have healed from that fracture in a few hours, but instead, I had to cast her."

"You commanded her to shift?" I asked, remembering that the prisoner was a Luna.

"Not everyone is like you, brother," she said, rolling her eyes. "All I had to do was ask politely, and she complied."

I snorted. "Did she tell you who she is?"

Jane shook her head. "She did not say a word to me." I looked at my sister for some minutes, unsure if I believed her, but she was my twin, she cannot lie to me.

I sat down heavily on my chair and leaned back, as the alpha of the Silverblood pack, it was my duty to ensure the safety and survival of the pack. According to records, we went extinct a hundred years ago after a brutal war, and I preferred that we were kept that way. None of the bigger packs knew we still existed. The closest biggest pack to our territory was the Bloodmoon pack, which we were scouting when I found her.

"Well?" Jane asked, raising her eyebrow. "What do you plan on doing with her?"

We should keep her, my beast growled in my head, but I shut him down. "We need to first know who she is, and if she is of value. She is of Luna blood, I know that much."

"Luna of what pack?" Bruce asked. "Could she be from the Bloodmoon pack?"

"What kind of pack would not immediately notice when their Luna leaves the pack grounds?" Jane asked. "Besides, her mate would immediately know when she got hurt."

I stroked my chin thoughtfully. "She will remain my prisoner until we get news about who she is." I stood up. "Bruce, send some scouts to patrol the Bloodmoon borders."

He nodded and gave me a thumbs up.

"Jane, keep an eye on the prisoner's injury," I said. "She is a weak one. I was expecting it to have healed in an hour, but it didn't."

"I think she had been forced to live like a human for the majority of her life," Jane said, a bit sadly. She could understand, because she herself did not possess a wolf.

"Marcel… did you not just say she was a Luna?" Bruce asked incredulously. "Can anyone force a Luna not to shift?"

I nodded. "An alpha can." I said and walked out of the study. The pack was bustling with activities. We were like a gypsy pack, because we did not have a fixed territory after the war of my grandfather, we constantly moved, gathering numbers as we did. People greeted me as I walked past, but my mind was fixed once again on the mystery of the prisoner. I found her sleeping comfortably. She had a small stature. Her hair was splayed all across the pillows and I saw that her right hand was in a cast. I stood at the gate, watching the rise and fall of her chest for some minutes before I felt like a creep and opened the gate.

She woke up at the noise of the gate, disoriented for some seconds before she looked at me. Her eyes widened in shock and fear before defiance took over.

"Who are you?" she barked. "Where am I?"

I chuckled dryly at her audacity. "Who are you?" I asked her.

"My pack is not going to take it lightly with you once they find out that I am missing," she said boldly. "Your miserable pack will not withstand the attack."

I nodded slowly. "What pack are you from?" I asked, cocking my head to look at her. I could not deny the fact that she was beautiful, and feisty. Just the way I liked it…

"I am the Luna of the Bloodmoon pack," she growled.

"The Bloodmoon pack…" I echoed. "That would mean you are Elara Grogel."

She raised her head haughtily and nodded. "Yes. It would be best for you to release me where you picked me from, or you risk a war on your pack." She said. "And you would lose the war."

"Elara…" I rolled the name over my tongue like it was made with sweetened butter. "Some generations ago, my family's pack was raided. Women were taken as slaves, men and children were killed… for no reason."

She frowned, confused as to where this conversation was leading to.

"It was a bloody period for us, even after all these centuries, we have not recovered." I continued, closing my eyes as I remembered the promise I made to my father on his sick bed.

"I don't see how that got anything to do with me -"

My eyes shot open. "You are in the Silverblood pack!"

Her eyes widened in fear as I stalked closer to her.

"The genocide on my pack all those generations ago was led by Charles Grogel, your grandfather."

The words hung in the air like a blade. I watched her face twist from confusion to disbelief. "You're lying," she whispered.

"I don't lie." I stalked closer, my footsteps echoing on the stone floor. She scrambled backward on the bed, her casted arm bumping against the wall. She winced.

Good.

"Your grandfather slaughtered my people," I growled, wrapping my fingers around her neck. "He burned our homes. He took our women. He killed our children."

She clawed at my hand, her eyes wide with terror.

"The Moon Goddess delivered you to me for revenge." I squeezed. "And when I am done with you, you will beg for death.”