Tears of the Moon

Just keep running. Just keep running.This is the mantra I keep repeating to myself as I push my legs as hard as they will go. Ignoring the burning in my lungs and the blood pouring down from the apex of my legs, I keep going. I can hear shouting behind me and heavy footsteps as they begin gaining on me.Run, Layla, move your ass! You cant let these monsters catch you again. They will KILL you!! I scream in my head as I try to look behind me as the pine needles and branches from the trees tear into the souls of my naked feet. The loose white shirt that is bloodied and stained catches on a nearby branch as it rips through and digs into my arm. I can feel my skin stretching then ripping as the branch breaks free. I barely register the pain as my adrenaline courses through me. I barely feel anything. I stopped feeling a while ago. I look forward once more as I hear the howls of wolves from behind me. Shit!! Now I have one more thing to try and outrun. They can probably smell my blood fr

Layla. I am woken to the sound of water dripping softly. It is so cold that my teeth begin to chatter out of my skull as I slowly open my eyes. I am in a cement looking jail cell with bars on one side with a cell door and the other three walls are made of cement blocks. The floor is also cement and there isn't a single window in here. The room is maybe 8 feet by 8 feet, if that. There is a small drain in the corner opposite of the tiny dirty mattress that I am currently laying on. No sink. No toilet. I wonder if the drain in the corner is for toileting? I hope not! There isn't even paper in here to clean myself up with if I do have to go. Thankfully I don't. The cell door is closest to my feet and my head is shoved up against the wall that is parallel to the door. It smells like old urine, copper like blood, dust, and wet dirt. Not very pleasant. I try to use my arms to get myself into a sitting position but as soon as I scoot my bottom half up and sit on it, I cry out in pain from

"What is your name?" Emma begins with an easy question, thankfully. "Layla Irene Eastwood," I reply with my eyes closed as I feel the brush start to lightly work its way through my wet hair. "How old are you, Layla?" She is speaking so softly it's very soothing. "18. At least I think. I was abandoned as an infant and so the authorities just made up a name and birthdate for me." "What do you do for work? Or are you a student?" "I am an aspiring writer. I would love to get my work published some day, but until then I work at a small diner just down the road from my apartment." "Am I pulling too hard on your hair?" She asks as she tugs gently once she reaches the end that is hanging below the bench. "No this is very nice. I never had someone brush my hair for me. I now see what the fuss is about," I tell her as I let out a small giggle. It's a strange sound coming from my mouth and feels even weirder resonating in my chest. I was never the giggly type so this is new for me. "How

Alpha Jaxon. I just stare at Emma as I repeat the words over in my head. Maggie is dead. The woman who took care of Emma and me after our parents were murdered in cold blood. The woman who nursed Emma back to health after she was attacked. The woman who kept my temper in check. Among so many other things. Maggie was the most loved woman in our city. The kindest, most selfless, slightly erotic, warm hearted, foul tongued, and just like that, she is gone. Without saying a word, I turn and exit my room leaving Emma and Layla alone. Layla, her name rolls around in my head like waves in an ocean. She looked so damn perfect cleaned up and fresh. Seeing her in my bedroom had brought so many ideas to my head about all the things I would love to do her body. I don't know what made me bring her to my room in the first place, it was probably Ash's idea, after I had caught her after she blacked out in the middle of the road. I had been alerted by one of my pack warriors about Emma helpin

Jaxon.A loud snarl leaves my lips as I see Layla, my mate, laying naked and out in the open. "LOOK AWAY! DO NOT TOUCH HER OR I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" I snarl uncontrollably at my pack members as they all look away and try to find something to cover her. I can't stand the thought of everyone looking at what belongs to me and only me. "Calm down Alpha. We are only trying to help her. Let's get her to the infirmary," Gamma Grey comes over with his personal shirt that he had on before the run began. I shove it away, not liking the idea of another mans scent on her. It's repulsive. "Don't be such a dick! Take the damn shirt so our Luna can have some dignity left!" Grey shouts at me. He has never raised his voice to me before but his instincts must be kicking in already wanting to protect his Luna from everything, even embarrassment. Even though she has nothing to be embarrassed by, she is perfect in every way. "Fine," I snap back giving him the look saying we will have a discussion a