Me and Lacey had spent hours talking in her bed, she cried, I cried but we comforted each other knowing we felt just as scared and lost as each other. My aunty and Max had been trying to give me advice and guide me, but it was Lacey that understood the most, the turmoil I was feeling from having to lead the rest of us. She held my hand when I told her I couldn’t wrap my head around this being the way I had become the Luna…. And Luna of what? I could even sense that no one here really viewed me in that way apart from the guards, even then it was only out of loyalty the need to protect me. If anything they were doing a better job so far at keeping us safe than I was. So far all I’d done is cry and be so indecisive of what was best for us all. I felt like a pathetic excuse for a Luna, nothing like the strong and capable Luna my mother was.
Even though me and Lacey had talked until we fell asleep, it didn’t stop the nightmare from reoccurring as I woke up in sweat and tears but having her there pulling me in for a comforting hug and telling me she’d always be there for me was the only thing stopping my heart from completely shattering.
I had woken up this morning sick of the way I had portrayed myself since we got here, and I was determined to make a decision once and for all. I told the guards to gather everyone into the dining hall so that I could make the announcement they had been waiting for.
I tried to pull myself together as everyone sat down and looked doubtfully at me. My hands shook and my legs wobbled beneath me, but I tried to ignore it, hoping I could appear more confident than I felt. “Good morning everyone”. I spoke loud enough for them all to hear, willing my voice to sound strong.
“I’ve asked for you all to be here so that I can finally let you all know what I think is best for our future. I have been in thoughts about whether to stay here or live amongst humans”. I began and immediately there were whispers and glances of concern being passed around, but I tried to not let it phase me. “After careful consideration and weighing up our options, I have come to the conclusion that our only hope is to find new land”.
“New land for what?”. One woman spoke up with a frown.
Well, if you’d let me finish, I’d bloody tell you! I scolded her in my own head. “To build a new life in”. I replied.
“Build with what? We have nothing!”. A man rebuffed.
“As soon as we find land that we can live comfortably on, me and the guards and whoever else is able, will come back and gather the wood and tools we need”.
“But that will take too long!”. Another man called out.
“So we’d have to live without homes for how long?”. Another questioned.
“I understand it’s not ideal and yes it will take time to gather everything and rebuild, but I feel it is the best solution. If we live in a human town, we lose who we are. If we stay here, we’re putting ourselves at risk!” I said, trying to reason with them.
“And how can we be sure they still won’t find us?” Another woman asked.
“Me and the guards will make sure our tracks are covered. We have a better chance somewhere else than we do here!” I tried to explain.
“Well, I, for one, agree”. Max intervened. “Can any of you really say that you’re happy to live in a human society? To pretend you’re one of them and allow your wolves to die! At first I did think that was our only solution, but I have to admit, I am relieved that we won’t have to go through that”.
Everyone murmured amongst themselves, reluctantly agreeing with him.
“By any means, if there are those of you that wish to move on to a human town, then I will allow you to all make that choice for yourselves”. I told them, feeling slightly pissed, knowing they wouldn’t be satisfied with any option I gave, so, their choice was in their hands!
“When do we leave?”. Aunty Emma asked with a supportive smile.
“We leave today!”. I answered, causing more whispers and groans in the room. But the thought of staying here one more night was making me feel nauseated with unease. I just always felt so tense and on edge, expecting that man and his clan to burst through the trees at any moment. “We gather as much as we can for now. Only bring what you can carry, and we’ll share what we have until we can come back for more”.
“What about when all our food provisions run out?”. Another member spoke up.
“I’ll make sure there’s a plan put in place for when that time comes”. I replied, inwardly groaning at how spoiled and timid everyone had become. Too afraid of sleeping rough temporarily or getting their hands dirty to forge a new life! “That is all for now. We meet back here in one hour and we’ll leave. Anyone that wishes to stay or find a human town can do so on their own terms”. I reminded them before leaving them to it and heading to the main pantries and storage rooms. I grabbed as many bags as I could with the help of Max and aunty, and we began piling food, clothing, blankets and I even packed some rope and some of the sheeting that had been draped over all the furniture when we first got here.
Everyone gathered back into the hall clutching a few items in their arms or in bags lugged over their shoulders. I instructed the guards to remain at the front, sides and rear of the pack to try and make the pack feel more secure. We left the hall and set off through the fields at the back of the village that led to another part of the woods.
We spent three days walking and hiking through muddy terrains, grass several feet taller than us, we pushed on through in the stormy rain and winds, sleeping and resting under make-shift shelters we’d quickly thrown together. If that wasn’t bad enough, I don’t think my pack were too keen on how strict I had become with them. I understood that we were all hungry from walking so far every day, but they’d scour through the only food rations we had bought with us as if we had an endless supply in the bottom of our bags! They’d refuse to move when it was too wet or cold or winge about how dirty their shoes and clothes were, and sometimes I nearly lost my patience! I’d try so hard to remind them how vital it was that we kept moving, that we had enough food to last before I went back to the village for more. I’d tell them how we had faced much worse than what we were now. So many times they had shown just how privileged and sheltered they were whilst under my parents rule, and if I had becom
After seeing my own mother killed right in front of my eyes, and watching the Sun pack being torn apart, I never thought I’d be able to smile again. But no matter how devastating and tough things were for us all, we’d managed to find our own way to survive, and bit by bit, we had begun to see brighter days ahead of us.After six months of endless trips back and forth, putting together new homes, adjusting to our new, simple way of living, our new territory was beginning to thrive with laughter and hope.We had several homes built now, and even though they looked more like shacks compared to what we used to live in, it never stopped everyone celebrating with applause each time one was finished and ready for its new owners. So far, all the homes had been given to the older members and the couples with children. But the sleeping area for the rest of us was slightly upgraded with more privacy, each bed sectioned off with curtains we pulled from the windows in the village and more sheeting
I looked on with a smile at the three new houses built and one of them I especially assigned to Lacey and her mother. I could see her old cheery self, coming back as she encouraged her heartbroken mother to be just as delighted as she was. She held her mother’s hand and led her inside to marvel at the furniture we’d managed to bring from the village.There was so much to feel more positive about now. In just two weeks we’d gotten better and quicker at building more homes and our hunting, along with the traps were keeping us all well fed. But there were still times throughout the day or night when it was all quiet that some of us would reflect on what we’d lost. Lacey’s mum, Annie, would cry a lot, missing her mate more than she could really bear, and of course, she wasn’t the only one to have lost someone she loved. There were quite a few of us here that would talk about the ones who didn’t escape, the guards that put their lives on the line with my parents. None of it stopped us thou
The following night everyone was feeling more cheerful and merry than usual as we tucked into the array of fish we had caught from the river. We sat around the fire feasting with a sense of pride in how much we were progressing, and I found my restless nights weren’t occurring as often as they used to. Miles away from our old pack, we were starting to see a future ahead of us, one in which we were safe and no longer grieving from the tragedy that had kicked us all down. There still wasn’t a day that passed where we didn’t think of it, or ask ourselves why it had to happen, but at least now, we didn’t feel as though we were looking over our shoulders every minute of the day and night.I didn’t tell anyone though, not even Lacey that I’d see that man’s yellow sinister eyes glaring right in front of me, whether I was awake or sleeping, they’d just appear right in front of me. I’d be busying myself with hunting, training, assisting with the house builds, gathering whatever we needed for t
The man’s hands suddenly grabbed my waist and yanked me off of his shoulder, causing me to fall to the floor. He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck, as his friend just ahead opened the secret doorway… Shit! My heart thumped. I’m back! “Get to your feet now!” The man glowered as he tightened his grip.I gingerly got to my feet as he pushed me forward into the main hall, and I gulped at the foreboding feeling lurching in my stomach. My eyes darted toward the entrance doors at the spot where my mother had been ruthlessly killed. I inhaled a deep breath, pushing away the tears that were springing to my eyes. This room had always felt so bright and elegant, a place to socialise, dance, gather for plays and candlelit dinners my parents always arranged. We’d held so many ceremony’s here for fated and chosen mates, or mixers as a chance for all the singles to get better acquainted. But now, it looked so gloomy and dark, it had lost it’s joy and cheerful memories.They led me through
“Get in there!” The man ordered as he pushed me into one of the cells. I scraped my knee against the rough gritty stone as I stumbled in. “The day your alpha decides to kill you, I’ll be first in line to see it”. He sneered, clearly he was still pissed I had shattered two of his teeth in the tunnel.“He’s not my alpha!” I retorted, imagining all the ways I’d love to kill them right now.“Well, you’re down here, and he’s up there, so, I think you’ll find he is and will always be your alpha”. “And the day I decide to kill you, I’ll make sure it’s slow and excruciating” I seethed as he locked the door, standing on the other side of the bars.“And how are you going to do that, now you’re stuck in here with the rest of the pieces of shit?”. He grinned. “Play nice with your new friends!” He added before walking away, swinging all the prison keys on its chain.As soon as he mentioned the word ‘friends’, I turned around to see I wasn’t in the cell alone, but only one of them I recognised.“B
My first night in the cell was a real awakening to the horror they had all been living through. There were points in the night that you could hear the desperate wails and sobs of women held in the other cells in the building, or the sounds of someone being dragged out by a guard, then thrown back in. Everyone would tense the moment the main door opened, and you’d hear the sounds of footsteps coming for any one of us. I had no idea what they were being dragged out for in the middle of the night, and I chose not to ask any of my new cell mates, as they kept as still and quiet as they could, hoping not to be picked.Our morning breakfast consisted of stale bread, and a cup of tepid water to share between all five of us. The four of them practically flung themselves across the floor the moment it was placed through the bars. They shoved their share of the bread into their mouths, and each took a sip of water like it was a rare delicacy, passing around the cup, then anxiously waiting for i
“What did they want?” Molly asked in a hushed tone as she crawled over to me the moment a guard had pushed me back into my prison.“I was taken to a room….”“Was it all made of metal?” Tyla quizzed, looking like she already knew the answer.“Yes”. I nodded in response. “Even the chair was rock hard steel”. “Well, that would be known as the torture room. The last place you want to be taken to”. “What do they do to you in there?” I pressed, as I looked around at them all. But apart from Tyla, they all remained quiet and sheepish.“Well, what happened to you? Though from what I can see, it doesn’t look like you have a scratch on you”. She observed with a suspicious squint in her eyes, like I had something to hide.“Marco came in. He didn’t hurt me, but he made it tremendously clear what he did want to do to me”. “What do you mean by that?” She shrugged, still holding her wary expression.“He was practically on top of me, breathing all over my face and told me that he’s going to consid