UnWilling Luna

Chapter One

“Hey, wake up! We need you down in the infirmary,” a young Omega shook my arm. I was already awake, but I didn’t want to be awake. For once, I wanted more than three hours of sleep.

“Miss, please! If I don’t get you down there soon, I’m going to be in so much trouble. The Alpha is back, please,” her voice trembled, so with a sigh, I opened my eyes and looked up at her.

She was probably about my age, 18ish, with light, auburn hair and soft green eyes. Her skin was like ivory, and I could see the freckles reflecting off her face with the little sunlight that shun in the room from my partially open window. She looked like she was glowing. It caught me off guard for a moment as I regained my senses. I had thought that an angel had entered my room.

“Okay, I’m getting up. Can you stall for at least 10 minutes so I can get dressed and brush my hair?” I sighed, pushing myself into a sitting position, trying to still my pounding heart.

She nodded excitedly, a bright smile plastered across her face as she backed up out of the room. When she finally left, I threw my legs over the side of the bed, suppressing a snarl. My head was throbbing to the point I could hear my blood pumping in my ears. I just wanted a bit of sleep, was that so much to ask?

I made my way to the closet, grabbing comfy clothes for the day. I never made it a point to dress nice for the infirmary, despite the fact I’d be around such high ranking wolves, because I knew that whatever I wore would be covered in blood by the time I came back. The leggings were a plain black and my shirt was a loose long sleeve black t-shirt that I made sure came down past my leggings’ waistband. I didn’t want to be scrubbing blood off my skin if I could help it.

Although it annoyed the Alpha to no end, I tied up my hair. I was constantly getting s**t for not being feminine enough, which was ridiculous considering that we had female Warriors, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to have to scrub blood out of my hair either. I stared at myself in the mirror for just a moment, wondering if I should take down my hair to brush it. Groaning, I took it down, yanking a brush through my hair before throwing it back up again. It’s not like I care what anyone here thinks anyways, so as long as there aren't knots turning into mats on my head, it doesn't really matter. As soon as I wake up tomorrow, I’ll be 18, and be able to leave.

Mom was too valuable now for the Pack to lose as the only licensed doctor in the Pack after Dr. Fields died last year, so me leaving wouldn’t put her in jeopardy. I know she did all this so that way I’d have a better life, but this Pack isn’t for me. I’ve always been treated as a tool, not a real member. At least people like her for things that she’s learned, and what she’s able to do after deciding to, but I didn’t decide to have this “blessing”. I was born with it, and it’s the only reason anyone, besides my mother, cares for me.

With the resolve in my head that today would be the last time I ever had to heal without wanting to, I head downstairs to the infirmary, a smile on my face.

*****

“You usually aren’t so chipper in the morning,” my mother noted as I walked in smiling.

“Yeah, I guess not,” I shrugged as I looked at her, glancing towards the door that leads to the rooms, where I knew multiple Pack Warriors are sitting, waiting for me to come heal them.

“Did anything good happen?” she asked curiously. She perked up a bit, eager to hear about something that I was happy about. I shook my head, knotting my hands behind my back. She had no idea that I was planning on leaving after my birthday lunch with her tomorrow. I didn’t want to risk her trying to talk me out of it because I was afraid if she tried, she’d succeed. “Well, I’m just glad that you’re happy today,” she said with a smile before leading me into the rooms.

As I healed each Warrior, I winced. I could feel so much pain each time I healed them. I never really figured out if it was the pain that they felt when they received the wound, or if it’s all the pain they would have felt while this healed at once. It didn’t matter, because it hurt either way. I just have gotten used to it, so I don’t cry anymore, well, most of the time.

“About time you got here,” the Alpha snarled by the time I walked into his room. As much as I disliked him, I always have respected the fact that he refused to be healed before all of his Warriors were. He felt like if someone were to risk dying, it should be him.

“Some of them were really bad this time,” was my only response as I walked up to him.

He was in bad shape, but not as bad as I expected. I put his hand on his arms first, gritting my teeth. All over his body there are wounds, though they don’t seem too deep. I swallowed as I got to one around his stomach. Even shallow wounds hurt so bad here.

When I finally finished, he flexed, glaring at me. “About time,” he repeated, snarling at me.

“Sorry Alpha,” I sighed, trying not to roll my eyes. Why couldn’t he at least give me a thank you?

After a few moments, he stood up. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

I looked up at him confused. Was he asking what I’m doing for my birthday? “Um, my mom and I have some things planned. Why?”

“We’re going to have a dinner for you at the Pack House to celebrate your coming of age. The whole Pack will be there to celebrate their Healer being able to fully access her wolf and those senses. I also suspect that your magic will get stronger with access to it, so you may be able to heal even more grave wounds that you can now. It’s a huge cause for celebration, so any plans you have for the evening need to be canceled,” he said, his eyes narrowed at me.

After the Luna died, the Alpha threw us into countless, needless battles. I began to resent the Pack, and him, for always having to clean up their mess, no matter the cost to myself. His son was a few days younger than me, but he was basically living a carefree lifestyle while I was having to work from such a young age. The rest of the Pack’s young have simple responsibilities, but he doesn’t have to do anything. It’s frustrating! I didn’t want to stay to celebrate with them when I was planning on leaving at that time.

“Of course, Alpha. Thank you,” I dipped my head, trying not to snarl.