His Revenge Luna

Episode One

Hope's Point of View

(Citrine Pack 20 years later)

I heard the lock click on my bedroom door signaling to me that the time was 9 am. I'd been awake for around three hours. I couldn't be sure exactly when I had become conscious. I had no clock, no phone, and no watch in my 'petite' sleeping quarters. I was never sure what the deal was with the Alpha's aversion to me knowing the time. If I'd had to guess, I would have said it was to confuse me and make me feel inferior. The Alpha had difficulty with anyone that might unbalance his level of power.

That was the daily ritual for me, so I knew I had less than one minute before the door was thrown open.

Could I break through the door? Absolutely. My wolf, Maya, could obliterate it without breaking a sweat. But the inside of the door was lined with pure silver, making it impossible for us to get out. Not that we would have gone anywhere. We were biding our time, waiting for the inevitable. But I'll explain that part later.

The warrior assigned to wake me up that morning kicked the door open with unnecessary force, being careful to move away from the opening before I could see their face. It was not the same wolf every day because their scent changed. Not one single wolf dared to take on the job of waking me up. They found me so disgusting that they drew straws - or so I heard.

I got out of bed slowly. Any time that I could waste was essential to my self-preservation. It stopped me from going out of my mind with boredom. I was not allowed to leave the pack house or go to school and I was forbidden to socialise with any other wolf. The only wolves I had permission to communicate with were the Omegas who ran the place, and that was only to reply to instructions on a 'Yes Ma'am, no Ma'am' basis.

My day would start with a shower before I headed to the kitchen to receive my morning chores. I didn't get breakfast, but I did get lunch. My evening meal was given to me to take to my room before the whole thing started again the following day.

The Citrine pack treated me like I was a prisoner, but I belonged there. My father was the Beta, although I questioned my paternity daily. We looked nothing alike. He was blonde-haired, blue-eyed and tanned skinned. Whereas I was black-haired, with walnut-colored eyes and skin that made chalk look vibrant! I supposed I looked like my mother. I had no idea, because she died when rogues tried to destroy our home and I've never seen so much as a photograph of her.

The whole captive thing started on the full moon after my 13th birthday. That was the night I shifted for the first time. My Father was adamant that he would accompany me. As he was my only living relative, I didn't have a choice in the matter, and, when I asked if my best friend Holly could come with me, I was turned down flat. I made a lot of noise about it. I tried to convince him that having a teenage girl with me, especially one that already had her wolf, would mean less awkwardness and embarrassment for him. But my arguments went unheard. He told me it would just be the two of us and that was that. So I was understandably baffled when Alpha Donovan and half a dozen of his strongest warriors decided they were coming along for the ride.

At one minute past midnight, my wolf started to take shape. The lines of communication between us had been open since the day of my birthday, but as yet she hadn't spoken to me. This seemed to really please my father but it annoyed the crap out of me. I knew her name because I could hear it in her thoughts, but other than that, she kept alarmingly quiet.

When the physical changes started to happen to my body, it was thoroughly excruciating. The agony of Maya coming forward to claim my human form was like nothing I had ever experienced before in my life. My body felt like it had been covered in molten lava. I tried to scream out against the pain but the sound was lost as the muscles around my voice box started to tear in two and my vocal chords stretched so tight that I could barely believe I wasn't going to die in the process. And when my spine started to elongate, I wished to the moon Goddess that I was dead. The pain was so savage I was sure I was being horizontally ripped into pieces.

With all the internal torture taking place, it was hard to concentrate on anything that was happening to me on the surface. Hair had started to push its way through my ghost-like skin. This was currently the least painful of the whole process, so I wasn't interested in what color was coming through. But my audience certainly was.

"f*****g hell!" Alpha Donovan screamed as if he was being physically attacked. At the same time, my father yelled "What the hell are you?" Maya began to laugh softly in my mind as our toughest warriors took an involuntary step back. '

Wimps! What a sorry excuse for soldiers these boys and girls are."

I didn't answer her. The ordeal was finally over and I was now standing on four strong paws gawping at my father. He had a look of total mortification on his face. There had been no where for me to look at my reflection, so I stared down at myself trying to gauge what had caused his reaction. It was my fur!

It was black. All black. Not one other color was visible in my shiny raven coat.

Only Alpha wolves were black. Or more specifically, male Alphas. Female Alphas were white, high ranking females were usually gray, or a very light honey brown. Very special female wolves were Ivory in colour. No female wolf, as far as I, or it seemed any of the people staring at me, knew had ever been black.

"She's an abomination!" The Alpha declared and I actually agreed with his thought process. If you are a white wolf, you are said to be favored by the moon Goddess. She blesses some of these wolves with additional gifts, bestowed on them to show how much they are loved. I was at the other end of that scale. I wondered if the Moon Goddess hated me. Was I even one of her descendants?

Had I been a male wolf, then my color would have been the cause for much celebration. The Moon Goddess works in the exact opposite way when it comes to males. The darker they are, the more powerful they are. A strong Alpha's fur would be jet black, a high-ranking male's, a very dark brown and the color chart slides all the way through to light gray. That color is usually reserved for Omega's.

Maya roared in outrage, the sound so loud that my skull rattled around in my now huge sized head. I only realized that the sound had also come from my mouth when one of the guards looked like he was going to pass out with fear. He was corpse white and his eyes were so wide from the fear he was feeling that they took up half of his face. The rest of the warriors had shifted into their wolf forms and started to advance.

'Listen to me hope' My wolf said with total confidence and power. 'Yes, you are different but you are not what they are making you out to be. Differences are not to be feared, they are to be revered.'

'Tell that to the warriors that are gaining ground on us.' I replied nervously.

Maya and I would never know what the warriors would have done to us that night because my body became heavy and I blacked out.

That was the first time I experienced the vision. Like I said, we're waiting for someone, and when they appear fire will rain down from the heavens.