Grey Mountain Pack Series: The Prophesied Luna

It seemed like forever since she had left her family home in the backwoods of Peach County, Georgia. She was on her way to a new life somewhere far away from there; she had had enough of her family getting in her business. All they ever did was nag her about how she was no better than her mother. They would say that, unlike her, she did not dress or act like a lady. You see, Savannah Gordon grew up without her mother. After her mother had died giving birth to Savannah, her father had done a wonderful job at raising his only daughter along with raising three older boys. His only flaw was that he had raised her just like he had his sons; and she was not scared of anything and could give as good as she got. Even though Savannah had long red hair and piercing green eyes like her father, she was the spitting image of her mother. She had freckles that sat across the bridge of her nose and ran slightly onto her high cheekbones. Her lips were plump and pink just like her mother’s had been. Savannah's father had taught her how to fish, hunt, and how to utilize every piece of meat from the animal. He taught her to never kill an animal without intending to eat it and to never waste anything. What could not be eaten was to be cooked on an open fire and fed to the family’s dogs. If any animal was killed that the family did not need. The meat was then processed and donated to the local homeless shelters. Savannah knew from a young age that she was different from the rest of her family; at least those on her mother's side. They were the prim and proper high and mighty elite of Oconee County, Georgia. She had no use for them, but they had tried to convince her father to give Savannah to them to raise her as a proper young girl. Her father had pointedly told them they could blow the smoke up someone else's arse, that he would never give up any of his children, especially his daughter, to anyone. Nathan Gordon had been a stubborn man who was stuck in his ways. Nobody had dared to cross him, for they knew that nothing good would ever come of it. He had moved from Dublin, Ireland to Georgia to attend college at The University of Georgia, where he studied agriculture and farming. It was there that he met Caroline Fisher; she was considered one of the richest students at the university because her parents were the richest family in the state. They fell in love almost immediately and were wed the following spring before moving to Peach County to begin their lives together. People knew that when it came to Nathan and Caroline nothing was impossible. Caroline gave Nathan three strapping boys before they conceived Savannah. The doctors urged Caroline not to go through with the pregnancy, because it was dangerous to her life, but she was just as stubborn as her husband. She had firmly told them that she would not abort her husband's child. She told the doctors that if God chose to take the baby or her life, then so be it. She had never told Nathan what the doctors had urged her to do. Caroline knew that if she told her husband that he would fly into one of his Irish rages and want to go pommel the doctors for even suggesting such a thing. Savannah grew up strong-minded and stubborn, the perfect mixture of her parents. She was also well protected by her brothers from any who would cause her harm. It was only after her father passed away that she had even considered leaving her home. It was then that her mother's side of the family descended upon her in their full wrath. Her father had been able to keep them at bay while he was alive, but with him gone she was considered fair game. Savannah grew more and more agitated with them until one day she blew up and told them to back off. They did not own her. She told them that they were not going to tell her what to do. She was a grown woman after all, at the ripe age of twenty-eight years old and old enough to take care of herself. She had frantically packed her things and shoved them into her Toyota Corolla and started to drive. She had no idea where she was going. All she knew was that she had to get away from here, away from her family. Her brothers would wonder where she had gone, but she would deal with that when they called. Right now, she did not know what to tell them about where she was or where she was going. All she knew was that she was thirty miles from Nashville, Tennessee, and she did not plan to stop there. Tennessee was not far enough away from the people she so desperately fled from. Maybe she would move to Colorado or Wisconsin or, better yet, Oregon; somewhere that nobody knew her, and she could start fresh. Her bank account was loaded with money she had saved when she was working as a secretary and her savings account was even more full from the money she got after her father had died. Savannah had found an envelope under the edge of her father's dresser the night he passed away. It contained a detailed letter about what was to be done for his burial and that there were four savings accounts, one for her and each of her brothers. The accounts were from their mother; she had set them up as soon as she found out the gender of each of her children. She had wanted to make sure that, no matter what happened her children would be taken care of. They would never have to work for the rest of their lives, but she knew her brothers would still continue to run the small farm her father had left them, and they would still hunt to supply their food and that of their neighbors, just as they had done since they were old enough to go hunting with their father. Knowing that she had more than enough money to start over anywhere she wanted; Savannah just kept driving.