Pologue
I am quickly shoved into a dimly lit room, being told “do not talk Willona, stay here until I get you, do not let anyone in”. My beautiful mom placed our family necklace around my neck. “Remember who you are mín fallega , We shall meet again on the moon of your 18th year”, quickly wiping my tears he dashed out of the room, locking me in.
From in my compact, i could hear the war raging on. Pained howls and metal crashing against each other. For a mere ten year old this was beyond terrifying. It tormented me that I couldn't go help my mother and my pack, but I could only shift. I let my tears escape, mourning for my lost pack members and for being the reason they were here. I howled mournfully.
I was so immersed in my thoughts, I hadn't realized the repulsive scent and footsteps. With each step closer, my heart hammered stronger and stronger. Volva and I had a major secret that only mother knew. The mangy wolf busted the door as Volva pushed to the surface. The blinding white light filled the room, two seconds passed and the mutt was gone.
The scream of the Luna, Helka, echoed through the deserted mansion. I quickly scampered down the stairs to where I could still hear her bloodied screams. The house was littered with bodies of wolves and rogues. The pool area came into view, there Helka was being beaten by four mangy mutts. “Run Willona, RUUUNNNN,”was all she could mutter, but I wasn't leaving her. This was my fight and I was finishing it. Raising my hand, the light flowed and once again they were all gone. I cradled Helka, but I used too much of my magick to heal her. “Your mother would be proud, keep fighting baráttunni minni er lokið en þitt er það ekki” her crystal eyes slowly dropped. I can’t let anyone else die for me.
“Grab her, she killed the Luna,” I raised my head to see the beta, Elias, standing with a few guards all glowering. Mikkel, the Alpha and Lunas son, stomped out. “Mikkel please I would never hurt her, she was like a second mother to me please” I begged and begged, but I could feel the hatred rolling off of him. Lowering my head in defeat, “I accept my punishment.” At this they began to beat me, for minutes, hours, days, lost track. This will be my life now, i guess i should get used to it.
