Mated Moon

Reaping Day. Human girls forced to gather around the small town of Black Falls, hoping they weren't who the wolves chose this year. Specifically, the Lycan King. He was ruthless, he killed anyone who disobeyed. Especially males. Rumor has it he even kills extremely weak Omegas in the small werewolf packs littered around the area. They were just as terrified of the Lycan King's pack than the humans were. All the girls were dressed in black long sleeves and black pants. Hair tied back in ponytails, and whatever fit into their duffle bag they wanted to bring. They all stood in rows, bodies shaking and fear running through them, except for one girl. She stood cocky, her curvy body having more to offer at the age of 19 than most had to offer at 24. Her shirt a bit more baggy as her boobs tried to escape their cloth prison. Her Auburn hair tied back tightly, two locks framing her face. 'You cannot let them know your a hybrid!' her wolf snarled in her mind, no one knew not even her parents. She wasn't technically a hybrid; she was a bitten. 'I know. Mask my scent and chill.' She held back the urge to roll her eyes. The girl held her arms behind her back as if she was in the military. Her hearing picking up on murmers and whispers among the scared 300. The mayor slowly got on the stage, he cleared his throat. "People of Black Falls, I welcome you on this glorious day!" She felt disgusted at his words, "We are gathered to offer the Lycan King his yearly choice of our young women, to protect our town; and most importantly our kind, from his wrath." Ah there it was. The truth. "This year, things are a little...different. The King himself will be picking; not just a random name draw." The entire world seemed to be silent at his words. Tears welling up in most of the girls eyes, except her. She stood there, feeling her wolf prance and pace within her. She wasn't scared, she had accepted the fact she could be chosen. Her family didn't want her, otherwise they would know about her being a bitten. "I want to plead with you today, do not anger him. Show him the hospitality we would show our favorite family member. As not only is your life on the line, but your families, the towns." The Mayor finished his speech. This was the time the girls could prepare and say goodbye, everyone getting in the lineup as the distant howls sounded his arrival. It was like she was a rock compared to the soft girls next to her, her green eyes looking around; her head and chin up high as she watched the fancy car pull in. That's when he stepped out...Alpha Kasen. A work of art, chiseled by the Gods themselves. He stood tall, nearly 6'3 in height. His body thick, but a wall of solid muscle. You could see them rippling under his tight, black t-shirt. His black hair pinned back in a bun, a few stray pieces framing his face. A tiny bit of scruff lining his strong jaw. He had a few tattoos of wolves peeking out of his shirt collar. His icy blue eyes locked into her green ones, causing her wolf to snarl in submission. However, she didn't dare move. His eyes looked her over, a smile threatened to appear of his mouth. He walked along the lines of girls, before walking back up; and sliding his hand in her Auburn hair. "Name." He snarled, his voice like a angels. "Fable. Fable Ariza Hartford." She stated, looking him straight in the eye. He shoved her to another man who grabbed her and her bag, ushering them to the car. She felt a bit of relief; maybe the others would have a chance at normalcy for a while. That's when she heard the screams, looking back she noticed there was blood on the ground. A snobby b***h from her class was laying on the ground, her throat sliced. 'Served that b*tch right.' Her wolf sneered. Fable didn't fight as she was forced into the car, her bag in the trunk. She sat there in the silence as she looking out at the town before her. She was so happy Reaping day had come. She could see her parents sobbing, she was sure people were telling them how strong they were, and how they should be proud, ect ect...Fable didn't care, she closed her eyes relaxing in the seat. It was over, the pain of wanting to belong was over.