Once Upon A Rejected Luna

My eyes are open.I get off the bed seeing how the sun is almost up and I sit in silence for about ten minutes before I start doing the most. I take out my tooth brush from my bag and head into the bathroom to freshen up.In total, I use thirty minutes to get ready to be on the move once again. After putting my hair in a bun, I wear the hood over my head and say something to my heart that no one gets to hear.I unlock the door of my room and right before I can step out. There is a figure right in front of me, I haven't taken my eyes to stare at him but I know he is a wolf because of his growling.Slowly, I raise my head and they are about eight in number. I move back in fear as I realize that I have been caught by them. I cannot run and I cannot hide."Good.""Get back in, Luna." He says as his voice is thick, vicious and I recognize him very well to be my dead mate's friend. The look in his eyes shows that he will spare me no mercy and I am on my own in this very moment.I don't know

I feel what electrocution is like. It raises everything in me and it awakens all of my memories in a seconds. I am thrashing all over the surface of the tub as if I did not just try to kill myself as everything that I’ve been through flashes through my mind. “And everything returns to darkness, tightness and so much…cold.”I open my eyes, my head hurts and my throat is parched. It takes more minutes before I remember what happened yesterday and the moment I remember the feeling of what happened and how it happened. I jerk from the bed.Why am I on a bed? I think in my head and when I try to get up, I find out that my right hand is handcuffed and I try to use my other hand to set myself free. I look around the room but there isn’t time for me to remember that I was here yesterday.I look down at myself and I notice that I’m wearing clothes, a sweater, pants, and socks! I wasn’t wearing clothes when I tried to kill myself. How come I’m not dead? I continue to force my hand out of the h

I am stunned by what Dane says.The Legend of the chosen one is a story that every little is told during their fledging years so that they can feel special and important to the pack members. It is just a story and now, I have to listen to it so I can feel special. This is what I believe because why else would Dane try to remind me of the story.It is about a woman Bay who was destined to save her pack because she can see things that are yet to happen. In a very dire time, she rises to the responsibility of being Luna and becomes a bearer of peace. She saved generations of werewolves over the years through her sacrifice and well, I am nothing like her.I drop my fork on the table and pick up a napkin to clean my mouth.”Dane, I think I know the story very well.” You don’t need to start from the basics. I say to him as I carry my plates from the table and head over to the basin to wash it.“My brother believed it.” Dane says and I pause for a moment.What do you think that scar on your

It is as if he understood and that is shocking. How would he understand? He doesn’t even know me. I let go of him as we both stand at the staircase and I let go of his sleeve that I didn’t even realize I was holding.“I’m…I’m so sorry.” I say, am slipping on my sentences and still trying to hold onto false bravery. I look at him and wonder why he is quiet at the scene I have caused.I need him to say something to at least save me face it his moment where all of my walls are all coming down.“You should go back up and rest.”“I will have the pack doctor come check on you.” He says to me and his voice is lacking arrogance or anything that shows we hate each other. As if he can sense all of my distresses and puts all of our differences aside.I nod my head after he speaks; there is nothing to say because in this secondi have realized that Dane is not so horrible. I can adjust and find out what and who I really am if he is at my side. Maybe, it will somehow be a consolation of his brother

I follow Dane inside after the cookout and I cannot really express what I feel at this moment. I stand at the door and he heads over to the fridge for a drink. He looks back at me and asks.Would you like a drink? Soda or beer? He asks me.“Beer.” I respond and it is almost as if that answer shocks him as I head in to the kitchen and lean at the counter has he passes it to me.I use the counter to open the bottle of beer and we both take a good gulp and suddenly we smile and it turns to laughter after. I tune my face away wondering what this is and how we became familiar to this extent.Is it because we went grocery shopping? There is lasting silence after that but then he speaks.“You saw us.” Dane says and I pause before going in for a second gulp.Didn’t you? He says again and I have inkling to what he is thinking about but I will not accept that it affects me.“You must love her.” I say and take that second gulp that I definitely need this time and he is silent when i asked that.