MANY MOONS BEFORE…..
The resounding gong of the bells from the convent’s tower brings me out of my dreams. My eyes flutter open and I frown. What was the dream about again? There was a lot of running and a lot of red but for the life of me, I simply cannot remember. That is strange. I've never had dreams like that before.
The bells ring again and I shoot up from my bed. My gaze trails to the tiny window across my bed and a tiny smile replaces my frown.
It’s my eighteenth birthday today.
I quickly get up and peel off my cotton nightgown, humming a happy birthday song as I carefully fold the nightgown and place it on a tiny wooden stool next to my bed. These are the only pieces of furniture in my room.
The morning air is freezing cold and soon I am warm and fully clothed in my habit; a loose brown ankle-length dress with a white cord tied around my waist. I tuck my red mane under a bonnet and cover my head with a waist-length veil. Finally, I take the beaded necklace from the head of my bed and hang it around my neck. There, I am done.
And as the birds outside start to chirp, I go down on my knees and clasp my hands under my chin. “Heavenly Father, thank you for the gift of today…”
A rumbling from my stomach stops me in my prayer and my eyes fly open. Strange, why am I suddenly so hungry?
I quickly bow my head to pray for forgiveness. I am a nun in practice and nuns should not be distracted by mortal hunger. Forgive me for I have sinned.
*****
“Good morning Sister Abbie!” I run to my mentor only to stop halfway and lower my head. Looks of disapproval fly my way and I smile awkwardly at the senior nuns in the communal dining hall. Here in the convent, we are to conduct ourselves with discipline and not to run like wolves in the wild.
I slow down my steps and move as gracefully as I can towards my mentor. My stomach growls again and I clutch it tightly hoping no one heard the growling and rumbling. Sister Abbie smiles at me when I reach her table.
“Happy birthday Alisa.” She stretches out her ageing frail arms, wrapping them around me and I hug her back. Sister Abbie is the mother I never had, I never knew who my parents were, Sister Abbie found me walking in a daze outside the gates of the convent as a child and took me in. I probably would have died out in the cold had it not been for her.
“Thank you, Sister Abbie.” I greet her back with a chaste kiss and for a split second, I freeze. That was odd. The touch of Sister Abbie’s lips on mine had somehow quelled the gnawing hunger within me.
My mentor’s face suddenly pales to a ghostly white and she sways in her spot. I instinctively grab her hand to steady her and around us, a few other nuns rush over to help.
“Sister Abbie?” My heart hammers in my chest. What is happening?
Sister Abbie’s eyes roll to the back of her eyesockets and she slumps to the ground. Good Lord!
“Sister Abbie!!”
What happens next comes as a blur, someone pushes past me to check on Sister Abbie’s pulse before barking an order to send her to the infirmary. And soon, I am left standing in a daze in the middle of the communal hall.
“Alisa? What happened?”
A few of the nuns who remained behind comes up to me. I shake my head, unsure. Sister Abbie had always been a very healthy person with even more stamina than I. But one thing for certain, after the kiss, I felt…strong, powerful, as if I could lift even the heaviest timber table in the hall.
“I….I’m not sure,” I whisper, staring in the direction where my mentor had been carried off to.
“Say, what happened to your eyes?” One of the nuns asks, turning me around to get a better look.
“You look….heavens! Your eyes!” the nun shrieks, her shrill voice fills the hall and she immediately drops her hands to her sides as if the mere touch of my shoulder burned her.
She is scaring me. “What?” I ask and reach out to her only to have my hand slapped away.
She backs away, hissing, “Don’t touch me.”
Another one screams, “HER EYES! THE DEVIL HAS COME! CALL FOR FATHER BRINGHAM!”
One by one they run away, leaving me to stand truly alone in the communal hall, confused and terrified. What is wrong with my eyes? I need to know. Frantically, I look around the now empty hall and spot a stained glass window.
I run over, straining to see my reflection. Sunlight streams into the hall, shining on my face and …. oh my Lord.
My eyes are glowing, they are glowing purple!
Terror latches onto me like a parasite and I start to shake uncontrollably. What happened to me? My hands grip onto my rosary and with trembling fingers, I hold the beads and start to pray in earnest, to seek an understanding of all the madness that had just transpired.
As I lower my head in a frantic prayer, I hear someone come up to me from behind but before I can lift my head, something hard strikes me from behind. Pain explodes in my head and things start to go hazy.
Someone hit me. My hand reaches out to grab something for support, anything, but I feel nothing. Then everything turns black.
*****
There is pain. At first, it is everywhere, heavy, dull and unbearable and I have to struggle to regain consciousness. But when I finally manage to open my eyes, I am greeted by the face of Father Bringham. I see neither warmth nor kindness in his eyes.
“Strip.”
I blink, confused. A chilly draft seeps through my habit and I sit up from the cold hard floor only to realize that we are in the convent’s basement with my hands tied behind my back.
We are alone too with only two wooden torches to illuminate the otherwise cold dark room. I frown. “I’m sorry Father Bringham, but I don’t understand. What happened? I was in the hall and –“
“Insolent child. You dare talk back to me?” The man’s dark brown eyes bore into mine. He is scaring me. Father Bringham had always given me the creeps and though I have never really taken a liking to him, Sister Abbie had been taught me to respect and revere him as a senior figure in their convent.
But to ask me to strip…that is just wrong. I swallow thickly and shake my head. I simply cannot obey him.
“I said strip!” he shouts at me in the ear and my lips quiver.
Slowly, Father Brisngham circles me like a hawk closing in on his prey, casting moving shadows all around us. My breathing becomes shallow. Why am I here? Is it because of my eyes?
As he circles me, Father Brisngham pulls out a whip from his pocket. Oh no. My legs are shaking and I find myself trying to shuffle away from him.
The whip lashes out at me and a strip of leather tears through the back of my blouse, tearing it into two.
“Arghhhh!”
The pain…The sting of the whip sends me crashing face down onto the cold hard floor and searing pain spreads like wildfire throughout my back. Another lash comes down, this time cutting into my flesh. I can feel my skin splitting. I scream and curl up into a ball.
This was supposed to be my eighteenth birthday! It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life!
“Please, Father Bingham…p..please…don’t,” I beg and stutter. Blood trickles down my back and beads of sweat form on my forehead as my vision becomes slightly blurry.
“I will have to cleanse you of the demon within you,” Father Bringham tells me as he crouches beside me. Instinctively I look away and this only serves to enrage him more.
“Look at me,” he hisses through gritted teeth, grabbing me roughly by the chin and forcing my head to turn towards his. I wince, feeling a tear roll down my cheek.
“Please….” I plead. What did I do to deserve this?
Father Bringham cocks his head and presses a finger to my lips, stroking it with the tip of his calloused thumb. A shiver that has nothing to do with the cold runs up my spine.
“Shhh…shhh…don’t move Alisa. Be a good girl.” His voice is laced with poison.
He smiles at me lecherously. “Yes, I will have to cleanse you.”
My whole body is trembling furiously now.
“You are very beautiful Alisa, too beautiful for your own good,” he continues and trails a finger down my neck. No, no, no. Then with a yank, he rips open my blouse.
“Noooo!” I scream only to earn a backhand from Father Bringham. He hits me so hard my head connects back onto the floor with a loud thud. Blood oozes from my lips.
“When I am done with you, you will thank me, child.” He stands atop of me and disrobes himself and I shut my eyes tightly, trying to ward off the tears that are threatening to spill.
I shake my head weakly in protest. What is he doing? This is wrong! This is all so wrong! He lowers himself, pinning me to the ground.
“Please stop…PLEASE STOP!”
He grabs my face and crushes me with his lips. His sandpaper tongue thrusts into mine, violating every corner of my mouth as his hands….his filthy hands start to grope my body.
Lord, please help me! Father Bringham yanks my blouse further, exposing my bra. I struggle and kick but it is no use. Then suddenly, as if my prayers are answered, Father Bringham freezes. Like Sister Abbie, his eyes roll to the heavens and a tiny wheeze escapes his lips. Blood drains from his face and his features twist into a convulsion before a tremor runs through his body violently. But as his body shakes, something strange happens. A surge of power makes its way to fuel my dwindling strength. And just like that, Father Bring—no, he is not fit to be called a Father. This filth of a man lets out a sickening gasp and topples on top of me. I lay on the cold hard floor listening to the sound of dripping water from the ceiling slabs above. A tear forms in the corner of my eye and I blink it away. He touched me, he touched my body, he violated my sanctuary. Slowly, my gaze shifts to him. Why is he still lying on top of me? “Fa…Fath
And it does, the succubus in me stops. I finally break free and Alec Winters slumps onto the ground. On no, my eyes widen in horror. I quickly kneel on one knee and place a finger on his neck. He’s alive…thank the heavens he’s alive! My face crumbles and I sob, nestling my face in my palms. I mustn’t stay here, I need to leave. With trembling hands, I reach for the golden ring on the floor and tuck it into my pocket. “I’m sorry.” I get up and knock down the basement door, flee past screaming nuns and as fast as my feet can carry me, I escape the very walls where I grew up in. And for the first time in my eighteen years of life, I set foot outside the gates of the convent. But this newfound freedom is not one of happiness, it is one of great pain. Taking one last look at the convent, I whisper, “Forgive me for I have sinned.” ***** I am lost. The witching hour has come and gone and I haven’t the slightest clue where I am. I had escaped without
The world outside the convent is a strange one. Granted, it is loud, noisy and full of smoke but it is not as bad as the sisters at the convent had painted it to be. The people here at RED MOON are friendly and helpful. “Hey, Alisa! Can you take out the trash?” Big Ben, the chefs yells over the sizzling of burger patties and the frying of potato chips. Marlene had somehow put in a good word to ‘The Alpha’ and got me a job as a kitchen helper at RED MOON. I even have a brand new uniform, it is a simple white blouse and black skirt with a cute little tuxedo apron. The skirt is the shortest I have even have ever worn, it only covers up to my knee but I musn’t complain if I want to keep my job. I have yet to meet the elusive Alpha though. I’m hoping he will come tonight so I can thank him in person for hiring me. “Okay!” I quickly head over to the trash bags and tie them up. A full moon rides high above the clouds as I step out of the kitchen and head to the back
RYDER’s POV The lights from the cityscape below twinkle like stars dancing to a song that no one can hear. The view is magnificent as it is calm, so much peace, so much serenity and yet there is no sense of peace within me. Instead, a raging fury burns inside my heart and I have to close my eyes to calm myself. I don’t like killing, every kill, no matter how much they deserve it is a life given by the heavens. But those men were preying on the weak and that is something that I simply cannot accept. ‘They deserved it, Ryder,’ my wolf, Bane growls. I open my eyes and let out a pent up breath, folding my arms across my chest as I think back to the three scumbags who begged for their lives at the back of my bar. Okay, only one begged, the other two died instantly upon coming into contact with my fists. Weaklings. My attention turns to the redhead who lays unconscious on my sofa and my eyes narrow into slits. Alisa,
ALISA’s POVThe dawn of a new day has arrived and with it comes the glory of the morning sun pouring in through the sheer soft curtains that flap in the morning breeze. Outside, birds perched on tree branches begin chirping to a symphony of nature’s music.I get up from the couch and quickly fold the soft woolly blanket that kept me warm throughout the night. And as I do, I take in my surrounding, something I did not get to do last night when the place was dark.Ryder's cabin is nice, open and large. I like it, it makes me feel safe somehow but asI touch the gold ring on my finger, my eyes begin to tear up.Memories of yesterday and the day before come rushing back like a tidal wave and I have toshut my eyes and shake my head to clear my thoughts.Don’t think too much Alisa, take things one day at a time. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears with the back of my hand. There is work to do.The man, Ryder o
RYDER’s POVHOURS BEFORE ALISA’S NIGHTMAREWe are at my office on the top floor of RED MOON. I sit behind my desk, drumming my fingers on its cool sandstone surface as I look at Zion, my Beta pacing back and forth. Zion as usual is agitated, he growls and shakes his head even as he wears out my carpet with his pacing.“Where did the rogues come from?” Lines mar his forehead. “We’ve set up perimeters all around and yet they still managed to break in. Had my son not been on patrol last night –““Yes, yes, we’re all safe thanks to Liam. All hail Liam,” Hayden chuckles, settling onto the leather lounge chair with hands crossed behind his head. My second in command is way more relaxed than Zion, even though he is half his age.“Are you mocking me, Hayden?” Zion arches his brow, he does not appreciate being made fun of. The man has no sense of humour
ALISA’s POVI feel his eyes of midnight bore into mine and I frown. Mark me? I’ve heard of the term before. The sisters at the convent used to talk about werewolves who would turn into human form and claim their mates by marking them.Alpha. Mark. Rogues. My heartbeat quickens as realization sinks into me. These words finally make sense.“You’re a werewolf,” a whisper escapes my lips. My eyes roam his face, merely inches away from mine and my chest heaves up and down as I try to catch my breath. Ryder does not look like a werewolf, at least not like the kind I used to imagine as a child after listening to the nuns’ stories. Ryder is kind, protective and…and very sensual.“Yes,” he answers, “Are you scared?” He leans forward, urging me back until I lean right back onto the sofa and instinctively, my hands splay across his chest in an attempt to stop him from coming closer. I can feel the be
ALISA’s POVI awake to find that it’s still dark. How long did I sleep? I do not know. I stretch out beneath a thick warm quilt, feeling the feathery soft fabric underneath and I blink, rubbing my eyes. This isn’t the sofa.A gaze around the room tells me that I am in Ryder’s bedroom and lying on his huge king-sized bed. His room is massive and airy with shades of grey and white though I cannot quite make out the colours right now. I had taken a peek into his room earlier this morning when he was out and was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of this room. But looking at it and sleeping in it are two totally different experiences.I touch my lips, they are swollen from his kisses and I feel my cheeks flush. He must have carried me to his room while I slept. He is nowhere to be seen though.My body feels sore too, very sore but at the same time, there is a feeling of exhilaration that I’ve never felt before. I feel like a bud that