All Chapters of The Alpha and the Rental Luna: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

[Hazel]We woke to the sound of wolves howling and the rattling of squeaking wheels over concrete floors.Trapped as we are in our prison of silver, we witches had nothing better to do than to watch the humans at their dark work. Seeing them about their daily strife is the only amusement we have.Except that it isn't amusing. Not one bit.I wish I could unsee the parade of humans pushing carts laden with cages, cages containing terrified wolves, trapped in their bestial forms, huddled in corners, their eyes sad and sunken, their arms and legs bald where they've been shaved and poked, used for whatever sick experiments happened behind the great, steel wall.The doors to the wall are wide open today, and I can see deep inside that mysterious chamber. I had wondered if that had been where they kept the wolves. And now, seeing the condition they are in, I wish I had known sooner so that as we witches planned our escapes, I could have planned to free them as well.No one should live trapped

[Apple] I now know what it means to be treated like an animal. I knew that some humans hated wolves and witches. I grew up surrounded by the teachings of The Brotherhood, indoctrinated in their rights from early childhood. But it wasn’t until today that I finally saw the truth of it. It’s one thing to be taught that wolves are dogs; it is quite another to be treated as one. The cart they pushed me inside of was made of several cages that can snap together, creating rectangular prisms of various lengths and widths. Each box has a solid base of silver which burns and blisters the flesh until it calluses over. My tender flesh wasn’t prepared for the torture of it, and they laughed as they shoved me inside, throwing me a rotten-smelling towel from the back of the van to use as a barrier. It smells like vomit and piss, but it’s still better than the smell of my own flesh, and far better than some of the wolves have in the adjoining cages. Looking across the row of prisoners, there are

It's been three days since we realized our mates are in the East, waiting for us. Three agonizing days of hearing her wails of pain in my mind as I fall asleep. But we have a war to win. A war we didn't even realize we were fighting until we were in the thick of it. We have been traveling from site to site, gathering as many wolves and witches as we can, banding together and hiding in the woods as we fortify and heal, preparing for our attack on Pleasant Valley. Sylvester has named all of us lieutenants, with him as our general leading the pack. As we move from town to town, using his unique skills as a healer, Sly has cured bands of afflicted, bringing them back into themselves. Even the witches are helping. As soon as Araminta and Harlem began contacting smaller covens, reuniting them with lost loved ones, both witch and wolf, we began receiving the open support of many of the smaller covens. With wolves and witches finally working together, we may be able to end this nightmare.

[Apple] The urge to scream is overwhelming, but I tamp it down, breathing through my nose in a vain attempt to keep my heart from racing from my chest as my mind struggles to catch up to what my eyes are seeing and realize that the twisted puzzle of a man before me had once been a wolf. Now, what is left of him is pieced together with wires, pulled apart and stretched thin. Pieces have been replaced, others removed, and all the while the wolf himself is left in some perversion of painful slumber, his brow permanently creased with both age and pain. Trapped between forms, his nude flesh is covered with patches of red fur and the small amount of hair remaining on the top of his head, where it hasn’t been shaved to add diodes between metal plates, is prematurely gray. Lysander Moon. Once proud Gamma of the Silver Crescent Pack is now little more than a collection of wires, tubes and flesh. This is what the Brotherhood has reduced him to. I'd never met my father before, but somewher

[Apple] A flash of blue, blinding light enters the room, making everything disappear as my stunned eyes lose the ability to see. And for one, terrifying moment, time seems to stand still until it stops, only to rush forward as if making up for the missing moments in a rush of movement and terror. Shards of the door fly in every direction as the space is rushed by a team of wolves and witches working in concert. At the lead is my mate, Sylvester, his fists still glowing with the same blue light as a moment before. By his side is Araminta and another elder witch I do not recognize. They immediately file in to the sides of him, their eyes bright, their bodies aglow, holding a wand-like focus aloft, as if waiting for a battle. Chancy was right about one thing–the cavalry had arrived. It just wasn’t his calvary. It was mine. Seeing the danger written on the walls, Chancy lets go, rushing towards the doors with an Alpha living on stolen strength. He is headed off by a team of wolves wai