The Legacy Luna's fall

Mina POV - The mud clung to her bare feet as Mina ran, her pursuers hot on her tail. Wolves she had been about to lead, only hours ago, gunning for her life. Tears streaked down her face as their insults hurled through the night air, their sharp bite hurting more than the cold wind whipping her cheeks. These wolves were her family, or they had been. She had grown up with them, adored by them since she was a pup, and now they had thrown her away as if she was nothing. No, it was worse than that. Not only had they rejected her from her role and the pack, severing her connection to them all, they were hunting her. Eager to see her blood spilt to pay for the murder of the Clear Blue Luna. Except she hadn’t done it. She hadn’t killed her mother. The blood coating her hands, its sticky heat keeping the horrifying moment alive in her mind, did little to dissuade them. She had motive, she had been found with the body, she was guilty. That what they all thought, so that’s what she was.

Mina POV-Despite the rest of her Luna court going well, Mina was glad to get home. The moment she was left alone, exhaustion pulled at her body. It carried her feet to the packhouse, their course already set for her bed. However, she should’ve known it was never going to be that easy. “Miss Williamina, welcome home.” A warrior, stood at the entrance, offered her a warm smile; one she didn’t reciprocate. She glared at him, knowing what was about to come and hating that her moment of peace was snatched away. “The Luna is waiting for you in her office.” She sighed and brushed past the man without responding. When it came to the Luna’s orders, there were no declining them. He would already be letting her mother know she was on her way. Mina didn’t dare to stop at her room for a change of clothes or to wash the day’s work from her body. She scurried up the stairs, her heart already pumping at the thought of facing the Luna. Each step felt heavy but reminded her in a week the office wo

Mina POV-“Owen!” The moment the hall doors closed behind her, Mina ran. She was thankful for Sam’s insistence to keep other wolves away until the end of the choosing event, and raced through the empty foyer. She slipped through the main doors and out onto the cobbled street, slowing her pace as she spotted the guards. The glare she threw at them had them averting their gazes, before she swept her attention down the streets. The familiar tuft of brown hair weaved away from her, already so far. “Owen.” She called again. He didn’t turn. With a huff, that pushed away the formalities of her role, she hiked up her skirt, preparing to run, but a hand on her shoulder stopped her. “I think he might need a bit of space.”Though Sam's touch held her in place, Mina strained to watch Owen as he disappeared around a corner and out of sight. Then, she sagged. “I just don’t want him to be alone.” “I’ll go and talk to him.” Her brother pulled her into a quick hug before running off after the

Mina POV - The office door slammed open, feet thundering into the room, but one look at the scene had the warriors hanging back. Only three stepped forward, but their approach didn’t move Mina’s fixed stare. She looked at the intricate handle of the blade, sticking out of her mother’s chest. Its pale blue shone proud in the candle light, as it stole the Luna’s life. It was the ornamental blade she had often admired in the office, but she had never been allowed to remove it from its glass case on the wall. In fact, she had never seen it removed, but could see now how well it had been cared for. There wasn't a speck of dust on its surface, only flecks of red marring its perfect sheen. She was certain its silver blade would have been polished to perfection too. A warm hand cupped her cheek, gently guiding her focus away from the weapon. The noise around her suddenly grew. There was movement beside her brother’s body, another warrior opposite her at the Luna’s side, more behind her at

Alastor POV - If it wasn’t for her scream, Alastor would’ve walked right by Mina. She was curled tight on the muddy floor, her body muffling her weak sobs. Though he knew she was running, he hadn’t been able to envision her as anything but her usual composed perfection. He had been searching for the woman who had attended the Luna court only a few days ago. The woman who had managed to wrangle the tidal of feelings attached to their new bond, when it had him wanting to carry her away from prying eyes and claim every inch of her body. The woman at his feet was neither. She was broken, she was a mess, she needed help. Mina only roused when he covered her with a blanket. Something in his chest unwound when she spoke his name, but the tension returned when her eyelids fluttered shut. She slumped against the cold ground, and he moved quickly to pull her to his kneeling form, her head coming to rest on his lap. He had to move her, to get her to somewhere safe. Before he could conside