Mina POV
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The mud clung to her bare feet as Mina ran, her pursuers hot on her tail. Wolves she had been about to lead, only an hour 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, been 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. Her pleas of innocence couldn’t penetrate the decision they had already made.
Mina’s chest was tight. Every breath a harsh wheeze that reminded her she needed to train more, but there was also a heavy weight clutching her lungs. She couldn’t take a full breath. Each time she tried, she choked on a sob. Her tears battled her fears. One wanted her to stop, to succumb to the warriors' bloodlust, the other pushed her to survive. Stripped of her role, her power, her family and home, she didn’t know what life beyond the pack’s borders would look like, but her will to live pushed her on. It was a desperation that clawed at her, one that drove the rushing heartbeat in her ears, that promised her someone in the nation would believe her truth.
Her feet ached as they sunk into the cold mud, but they didn’t falter. The sickening squelch of each footfall turned her stomach, the sound dragging images from where she had pushed them into the dark corners of her mind. Her mother dying in her arms, blood bubbling on her lips as she gurgled on weak words. Her brother wounded and out cold, his arm out as if to protect his family. Greif tore through her, sharp and unrelenting. He’d be okay, she had to believe it. She couldn’t lose the last of her family. She had to believe Sam would recover and prove her innocence to the pack. He was her only hope.
The hairs on her nape stood on end. The warriors were closing in, but the border was in sight. An urge pushed from the back of her mind. Her wolf was trying to break free, to get her to safety, but Mina ignored it. She didn’t dare to shift and destroy the last of her belongings; what she wore and the contents of her pockets. It was all she had to survive on. Her only solace was that she had given Sam the Clear Blue heirloom before she left. With it, the pack would continue to thrive with the power of a Legacy Luna, even with her being gone. It would keep the pack safe until she came back to reclaim it.
As Mina crossed the boundary of her home a wave of nausea crashed through her. The last of her connection to the pack snapped and, in one fatal blow, her fate was sealed. She was a rogue. A Legacy Luna unwanted by her wolves. Isolation chilled her, its edges bitter and sharp, cutting at her resilience. She fell to her knees, unable to feel the cold as the night seeped into her bones. The mud was a welcomed cushion as she curled into a ball and let everything collapse around her.
Deep, gut-wrenching sobs rocked her body, pulling from the very depths of her soul as she cried against the injustice of it all. It crushed her, keeping her locked to the ground as if bound by silver chains.
That’s how he found her.
Hello! My name is Sian and this is my story ‘The Legacy Luna’s Fall’. :) It is my sixth book (please check out 'The Alpha Games' on GN), and is a multi-mate, revenge story, with plenty of action, twists, and a bit of smut thrown in. Though it is a wolf shifter/werewolf fantasy, this world is a little different with pheromones, their wolf part like an instinct, and some Goddess given powers for a lucky few. I hope you enjoy it, but please leave me comments as you read. I genuinely love to see these, so don’t be shy! I also appreciate any likes, gems or book reviews but, for now, please add the story to your library and enjoy! <3
Mina POV - Mina’s hands worried over her dress, smoothing the pale blue fabric until every non-existent crease was perfectly flat. She liked to think her mother had chosen the dress to match her eyes, but she knew better than that. It was the pack’s colours, and a Legacy Luna must always represent her pack. Just like she should stand tall, she should smile but not too much, she should be feminine but not a pushover. She should be perfect. Mina caught sight of her reflection in a nearby window, and made the small adjustments needed, as if she could feel her mother’s sharp words correcting her form. There. Perfect. Anything less would be used to tear her apart at the Luna court. “Presenting Williamina Skye, future Luna of the Clear Blue pack.” A voice beyond the large oak door called out to the hall of the nation's most powerful wolves. A snort to her left jerked her head as if he had grabbed her chin and yanked it himself. She speared Alastor with a glare that silenced hi
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 that in a week the o
Mina POV - Jitters fanned out from her fingertips to her toes. It took everything in Mina to keep herself still as the Hayre family piled into the packhouse hall, forming an orderly group at its centre. Owen would be among them; the thought stirring her stomach with a bubbling excitement that threatened to release the biggest smile she had ever worn. That feeling had been there since the moment she woke up. Something special had awakened inside her, a light giddy feeling that made her want to rush to Owen and feel the mate bond take root within them. Of course, the Luna had stopped her. This time, even Sam was on their mother’s side, instructing the guards to turn away any wolf until after the choosing event had taken place. They were sticklers for traditions, and there was no greater tradition than the next Luna finding her first mate among the protector family. Though the entire pack already knew who her mate would be, it was an act of honour to officially recognise the mate bo
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 af
Mina POV-The silence and peace of her bedroom was welcomed after her birthday party. Despite asking the Luna to cancel it, it went ahead, and her attendance was mandatory. Though it was a small affair, the private celebratory dinner dragged. Its atmosphere was far from joyous. A stiffness hung in the air, centering on the newly mated pair forced together at the head of the table. Alastor hadn’t spoken a word to her the entire evening, but no one addressed the chill between them. The reason was as obvious as the Luna’s attempt to pretend it wasn’t there. Though, Mina wondered if his behaviour was much different from usual. The elder Hayre sibling didn’t often speak to her or spend much time in her presence. They only mingled when he was working, or when she spent time at Owen’s house. She wasn’t sure she had even been alone with the man. There had never been a reason to. He had always just been Owen’s older brother. He had never invited anything beyond that to form between them, no
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
Mina POV - Dread pooled within her gut. Mina turned to Owen, desperately taking a step towards her friend. He took a step back. “Owen?” Her voice cracked, her hand reaching for him, but he jerked away. He was pale, a sickly colour, his eyes flitting to his father. Oliver must’ve mindlinked him the contents of the letter while she had read it. “It isn’t true. You have to believe me.” She went to take another step towards her friend, but his father blocked her path. “Yet the only wolves who could verify that are either dead or unconscious.” He stepped towards her. There weren’t many wolves that Mina would retreat from, but the head of the Hayre family was one of them. “You got here before everyone else.” He stated, stepping forward again. “I couldn’t sleep.” “You’re covered in the Luna’s blood.” At the mere mention, her fists clenched, her stomach turning at the sticky heat of her mother’s blood coating them. “I was trying to save her.” Mina’s voice shook. “She s
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