A White Moon

"Fix it"

Almost thirteen years later

I sat in my room by the window as the rest of my “family” was at the packhouse, I could see it from my window if I wanted to, with the alpha from the Golden Moon Pack or was it the Purple Clan Pack?

Anyway, I was confined to my room as usual, father and uncle made it clear that I was not wanted or expected over there, especially, when “we” had guests from visiting packs.

I went to my vanity. It had been Dora’s but she got a new one for her 16th birthday. The girl starring back at me had a sickly pale face, probably due to the lack of sun, her black hair reminiscent more that of blackbirds than a natural black, it was shining and kind of pretty, but her pale blue eyes had a dull expression. A small nose in the middle of her face and her lips in the beginning of being plumper then last year.

I got back up and sat by the window again. It didn’t matter what I looked like anymore. Father had a problem with the fact that I, originally, didn’t look exactly like the others.

The black hair, dark blue eyes and light but not pale skin, that my both my siblings and cousins had been blessed with, meant they had fathers, and uncles, love.

When I was born my hair was almost white. Dying it was a small price to pay, even though it meant that I was never myself.

Every fifth week since my 6th birthday my sister and I sat down for an hour and applied color on the roots. She was never thrilled about it, but it made my life easier.

Father was not as abusive as he had been before we started dying my hair.

As I looked out at the packhouse I saw Giselle, my youngest cousin, running outside with three other children. She was my age but she had so much freedom.

Atticus was the one that was to take over as the Alpha when our uncle decided that Atticus was ready for it. Fathers twin brother Garret was the Alpha of our pack. But he only had girls, and girls couldn’t be Alphas over packs. They were to become Lunas which, when all was said and done, was much cooler anyway.

Father and his brother both turned out to be Alphas and they couldn’t both be The Alpha, both were to dominant, so father was put in charge of the financials of the pack, which was a pretty heavy deal on its own.

Anton was trained to the accountant stuff. Atticus was seven months older than Anton, which meant that the “birthright” would go to him.

Ryker, who was one year younger than Anton and almost four years older than me, was also trained into accounting.

Not that it matter which one of my brothers that were the next Alpha or accounting official, they all hated me equally. They all blamed me for what happened to mother.

I turn my attention to my computer and the movie Twilight. Bella was so sappy cool. A bit lazy in the reactions but-

My thoughts were cut short when the door to my room burst open and Dora came running in. “Elle! You are never going to believe what just happened!”

I close my computer and stand up as she runs over to me and sit me back down with her.

“It finally happened!”

When my reaction isn’t fast enough, she takes my hands.

“My mate! I found him- or he found me. It does not matter! I have a mate!”

“That’s great Dora! I’m so happy for you!” my first thought is to seriously be happy for her, she turned sixteen almost five years earlier and as time passed and she didn’t find him she grew unhappy.

She always tries not to show it when I’m around, but I know her better.

“He’s the alpha of The Red Moon Pack, I’m going to be a Luna! My wolf is going bonkers in my head!” My sister’s wolf is just as beautiful as my sister, pure black fur with gray spot over her left eye.

I try to smile at her but since her smile dies, I’m guessing I’m doing an awful job with it.

“What’s wrong? I thought this would be a good thing-“

“No! It is! It’s just that you’re my only family- at least the only one that likes me…” I say to try and calm down the sadness that threatened her newfound happiness. “I’m going to miss you...”

She gives me a sly smile. “No. You’re not.”

“What?! Of course, I will!” my voice rising, how can she even think that I won’t miss-

“I’m going to ask-“

She stops what she was saying three seconds before there is a knock on the door.

She stands up and go to answer it.

“Wait, what are you-“

I’m not allowed, under any circumstances, to open my door when there are visitors on the pack land. The Alpha and father made it clear the day they found me in the backyard four years ago. I was not able to sit properly for a week.

But as Dora open the door, a scent of moist forest hits me. The smell immediately relaxes me.

“Come on. She’s in here” she says to the person outside.

When she moves out of the way, the person actually had to bend down to be able to get inside, he is that tall. Or maybe it is our door frames that are small?

Behind him comes a blond handsome guy. He too is tall, not as tall as guy number one. He has gray eyes that are taking in the surroundings. Typical beta behavior.

I freeze immediately, terrified is beyond what I’m feeling. The first guys dark brown eyes find mine; they are so dark that they are almost a shade of black. The dark brown hair around his face fall to his shoulders in a sluggish kind of style. He has a regular sized nose and his lips are like most others.

I see my sister look at the brown-haired guy with nothing but puppy love in her eyes and I relax almost instantly. Whoever the Moon Goddess chose for Dora has to be as loving as she is therefore there is no need for me to be afraid.

“So.” The one with the brown hair says still looking at me with his dark eyes. “You’re Elle?”

“Y-Yes. Rochelle” I say looking down and remember Dora saying he is an alpha “…sir.”

I glance up at him under my lashes.

“Logan Williams. This-“ he waves his hand towards the blond guy “is my beta Aaron.”

“Hello miss Rochelle.” Short and effective.

“Hi.” I answer before Logan pulls my attention back at him.

“Your sister told me that you mean the world to her and that if I want to take her with me to be my Luna, which I do” his eyes shift ever so quickly towards my sister before they fall back on me “that you’d have to come along.”

My head jerk up and I am positive my heart skips a beat. Would I really get to go with them? Be free of fathers’ constant hatred?

“I can’t leave her here Logan…” my sister pleads. “Our brothers and father won’t be-“

Dora stops herself when tears threaten to start falling. Logan’s and Aaron’s chests start to rumble with low growls and Logan’s lips purse in a way that shows his elongated teeth. Dora draws a ragged breath.

“They’ve never been nice to her, and I could not possibly celebrate my birthday without her. Since she was born we haven’t been apart, ever, on our birthday.”

He is quite for a few seconds.

“I guess to means to I have to leave you two in here-“ I look towards my sisters’ face, but she’s still focused on alphas face. “And go to the Alpha and your father. I don’t need permission to take you back, mate, but I will put in a request to take Rochelle.”

He turns his face down to my sister and kisses her lips as his hand grasp her neck, it is a possessive gesture, but Dora doesn’t seem to mind.

“Mine” he whispers, so low I almost don’t hear it, against her lips before he releases her and Aaron open the door.

When the door is closed behind them, my sister waits one whole minute before she turns and look at me.

”Well?”

“Well what?” I look at her confused.

She rolls her eyes. “Come on, Elle! What do you think?”

“That I’m missing out on Twilight…” She looks like she wants to strangle me, so I let my lips form a smile. “…and I need help packing.”

She lets out a breath, I hadn’t even notice she held in, and squeals. The smile that follows gives me a knot in my belly out of happiness.

“Only if you’ll help me out too.” She smirks then bring me in for a tight hug.

We go to her room and I start to put her clothes in suitcases. She goes and get paper boxes and we start to put her stuff in them.

We stop moving, and I breathing, when we hear familiar hard steps in the stairs. It is our father and at least two of our brothers. I make myself small in the corner of the room just as the door opens. Father never bothers with knocking.

It is, after all, His house.

“So. I hear congratulations is in order” he tells my sister. He probably doesn’t see me yet because his voice is not filled with hate. As the thought came to light in my head, he notice me in the corner of the room. “What are you doing outside of your room…”

His voice is so low and cold, and even though he form it as a question I know better.

I look up at him through my lashes and see Atticus and Ryker behind him. For a brief second, I wonder where Anton is but that is just a brief second as father’s hand comes slapping across my face. I fall to the floor from the force of the slap.

There is ringing in my head, my cheek is burning and the room is spinning around me. He’s about to let his boot connect with my ribs when Dora shouts at him.

“Father! Stop!” He turns to her. He has never so much as raised his hand towards her, so I doubt he would ever hit her. She is his golden princess. I’m the one he never wanted. He has nothing but loathe and hate for me.

“Please father. Let me take Rochelle with me.” She pleads.

He has his back turned to me so I just see Dora, Ryker and Atticus’s faces. Atticus looks like father to a tee, but younger. Ryker reminds more of mother than father but his constant spending time with father and our older brothers have made him more and more like father.

“Fine.” He says while turning to glare at me where I still stayed on the floor.

“Come on boys. Say goodbye to Dora.”

“Goodbye Dora. I hope your new home is to your liking.” Atticus says stiffly.

The only thing Ryker say is “Bye Dora.”

Dora says nothing in return. All three of them ignores me on the floor. As soon as the door close Dora dashes towards me, fall to the floor and starts to examine my cheek.

Her soft hands push my black hair away and the face she makes tells me that the bruising have already started.

She then lets her arms pull me in and I cry without tears. We stay like this until there is a knock on the door.

Dora stand up and answer the door.

“Mr. Black reassigned our duties to give you help in packing and to see to that Miss Rochelles things is packed. Where do you want us?” I hear the housekeeper Vivienne ask.

My sister, the constant big sister, starts giving orders on where to put stuff. The five omegas starts working. Fast. In three hours, all that is left in our rooms are a lot of boxes, along the walls, our furniture, and our beds.

Halfway through Logan comes back and tells my sister and me that the move is happening the following day, we would spend the night here and then tomorrow we would get our stuff in a moving truck and ourselves in the car they came in and he would take us to The Red Moon Pack.

Later I’m alone in my bedroom and about to fall asleep. I think about my sister and Logan who have gone out for an evening run and to let their wolves meet. I bet her and her wolf will not waste a single second to put their mark on Logan and let Logan mark her.

I hear steps in the stairs, but I do not recognize them. My body stiffens and I feel myself holding my breath.

My door fly open, and everything goes black.

I feel my head hurt, and the fog that’s consuming my head lifts ever so slowly and I start to feel pain in my stomach. In fact every part of my body hurts. I try to remember what happened, last thing that stands out is my room and boxes. Why are there boxes? My head feel like cotton candy, in a not so good way. It is really hard to formulate thoughts and even harder to process them.

I start to sit up but stops when I hear a loud “AAAAH”

I listen. I don't hear anything else and then I realize that it’s me that did the sound. Why did I make that sound? The surrounding is spinning-

“Rochelle!” I hear from far away.

“Here” I try to scream but it only comes out as a whisper. Why wasn’t I born with my wolf? I’m more than three long years before I will be able to fast heal. I can groan but not scream for help. Great.

Luckily, both my sister and her mate are wolves and therefore they have their extended sense of smell and hearing.

About fifteen seconds after they find me.

“ELLE!” my sister screams on top of her lungs.

She runs for me and doesn’t stop until she is right by my side.

“Where have you been? What are you doing out here at 5 am?! What-”

“Where.. is here?” I whisper to her still woozy and my head partially full of cotton clouds.

When she doesn’t answer I try to look up at her, but she just stares at my stomach.

Logan sit beside her and he too looks at my stomach.

“What?” I whisper as I felt the little color I had on my face disappear.

They don’t answer but instead Logan places himself in position to lift me up. Even though I can feel he’s being incredibly careful I feel the stab of pain in my stomach. It is like a drawer of knives doing the macarena in there! I’m just not able stop the scream that rips out of me and leave my throat sore.

“We’re going to take care of you.” He says soothingly.

I see my sister behind him. Her eyes are furious, shooting lightnings almost, and I know it is bad. Like really, really bad.

I’m right, it is bad. When we get to the pack hospital the doctor looks flabbergasted from seeing the 6’6 Alpha carrying a 4’10 pup screaming her head off. Add a 5’7 furious future Luna behind shouting out unpleasantries about who’s in charge.

The sight of the three of us in combination with my sister’s anger get everyone moving, tending to whatever is wrong with me. Logan places me down on a hospital bed.

When the doctor see my stomach, he freeze and looks impossibly paler than I’m sure I am.

“DO something doctor Edwards!” my sister says through clenched teeth.

Logan pulls her into his arms but that doesn’t stop her from looking furiously at the doctor.

“… I need to do x-rays” he say while he wheels me out.

Twenty minutes later a nurse wheels me back in the room were Dora and Logan awaits. I would be lying if I say that I’m not scared.

“I’m sorry.” The doctor says as he comes through the door. He takes a seat in the chair. “It’s has been removed. I will give her medicine for the pain.”

I turn to look at my sister, who’s tears are falling, then I look at Logan behind her, his eye are clouded over and that’s a sure sign of mind-linking.

“Does this mean what I think it means doctor?” my sister asks lowly, through clenched teeth.

“I am sorry.” Is the only thing I hear.

My sister takes my hand, with the other one she strokes my tears away.

“Don’t cry sis’. I will always be here for you, Elle. Always. Always.” She whispers into my ear as she rests her head against mine.

We cry together for what seem like hours.

Someone had decided that me having children wouldn’t be worth it and took it in their own hands to “fix it” and therefore my heart will forever be broken.

In a million f*****g pieces.