Luna in Hell

Chapter 1HellhoundMy skin hissed against the silver blade pressed against my throat. The searing pain brought tears to my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I couldn’t cry - not when I was seeing my fated mate for the first time. I didn’t even know his name, but I felt that invisible thread weave itself around my heart and tighten when he stepped closer.He was the largest wolf I’d ever laid eyes on, with pitch-dark fur blending into the shadows. Icy eyes betrayed no emotion, but I knew my mate was drinking in every tiny detail of not just me, but the demon holding the knife to my neck as well.Valefar; the demon who had slaughtered my pack and raised me to be his own personal Hellhound. Now I was his meatshield, wielded only to protect himself. I could see that my mate wanted nothing more than to claw Valefar’s heart out of his chest, but if even one whisker twitched, Valefar would end my life in a pitiful instant.“That’s it,” Valefar’s shrill voice sounded utterly delighted. “G

Chapter 3The Price of Loyalty - Part One“I saw the state Valefar returned home in,” Diana Warfur seethed. “Battered, bruised, bleeding! Why didn’t you protect him?! Your sole purpose up on the Surface is to protect our Master!” Diana yelled, spit flecking at my face and for a split second I thought she was going to hit me again.“I tried,” I rasped.“Liar!”“I’m not lying! Do you even know what happened on the Surface?” My building rage finally got the better of me and I shouted back at her. “Have you even spoken to Valefar, or are you just making up your own stories?! Sit down, Diana, and I’ll tell you exactly what happened to your precious Master.”Diana stepped back. She still looked ready to rip me to shreds, but at least some part of her wanted to hear me out.I decided to push my luck a little. “I want to tell Amber what happened as well,”“I’m not waiting for you to gather an audience, Sera!” Diana’s hand launched towards me and she grabbed a fistful of my t-shirt. Her perfect

Chapter 5Demon Vs Werewolf“We haven’t crossed paths before,” the wolf - Renrik, now that I know his name, spoke assuredly as he began to walk a wide circle around myself and Valefar. “If we had, you wouldn’t have walked away breathing.”“How stereotypically werewolf of you. So violent, even though you insist you don’t know me.” Valefar brushed his blonde bangs off of his face and sighed. “However, I admit it. I don’t recognize your voice, now that I’ve heard more of it. You do remind me of someone, though. Bah, but a lot of you wolves look and sound the same. I’ve killed so many of you over the years, it’s hard to recall who I might be thinking of…”The demon was playing with Renrik, trying to coax a savage reaction out of him. Renrik wasn’t a fool; he didn’t take the bait, although I could see that he wanted to. Had Valefar killed someone Renrik knew? If he had, Renrik exercised great self-restraint in remaining focused.“Why did you call him ‘Master’?” Renrik spoke directly to me,

Chapter 7Go to Hell! (Renrik’s POV)My brother asked me if the demon chaining up Seraphine was the same one that killed our father. “Honestly, I don’t know, but he’s a demon traipsing around with a wolf under his thumb. He admitted to killing our kind. I’d say it’s fucking likely it’s him.”“If he killed Dad, he’s powerful. You’re lucky you escaped with just a scratch,” Roderick gestured to my bandaged shoulder. I held my head high, letting my pride get the better of me. “I nearly killed him.” “And he won’t let you get that close to killing him again.”“Where are you going with this, Rod?” I squared up to him, my shadow engulfing my Gamma brother.“I know how you think, Ren,” Roderick didn’t recoil no matter how close I got. He would never be afraid of me, he’s seen me at my best and worst. I doubted there was anything I could do that would shock him anymore. “You’ll charge off without thinking things through. If you want your Luna, you need to be prepared. It will take time-”“Ti

Chapter 9Dream with me(Seraphine’s POV)Sleep didn’t come easily, but eventually I nodded off with tears staining my cheeks. I had expected nightmares. Dark visions of Hellhounds mating me while Valefar held me down with that polite, fake smile plastered on his lips. What I actually dreamt was quite different. I found myself standing on a platform of prismatic clouds. A warmth greeted me, but not like the dry heat of Hell. This warmth was comforting, like an embrace from a forgotten friend. I felt so light and airy that I wanted to fall back into the mix of colours and leave my mind to swim in the magical weave. My clothes had changed. My usual pants and top were traded for a long, flowing dress. A shimmering, pearlescent sheen to the fabric made me feel like a princess. I twirled around, enjoying the freedom, right up until I saw a mountainous figure watching me, mouthing my name. I froze. “Renrik?” I’d only seen his wolf form. This was a humanoid man who stood before me and sti