THE BLACK LUNA

CHAPTER ONE

TEN YEARS HAS PASSED SINCE SAMS PASSING

SINCE THEN , I'VE BEEN ALL ALONE .

I made an effort to move through the throng, but it was difficult for me to find the quickest route to my class because other high school kids were crammed into the most congested spots.

Even though I was only 5'2" and could hardly fit through with the other students, those who were creating the traffic gave me a few ill looks. I kept my head down and closed my eyes for a moment to get rid of the sense of their hateful stare.

Not that they were particularly fond of me to begin with, but even my own pack mates shot me shady looks. Since Sam's death when I was eight years old their mistreatment and bullying became much worse. I was essentially on my alone when the pack were To be able to at least get to school and town, I taught myself how to cook and clean and walked miles every day.

At last, I broke free from the swarm and staggered into my classroom, where I was ignored. precisely way I like it. As I tiptoed over to my desk, I saw a pretty tall girl seated there.

"Excuse me." I tried to whisper, but she was firmly talking to another girl who was seated close by. "Excuse me." I tried talking a little louder, but it didn't help

You may be wondering Why don't you just sit somewhere else?

Well, this class is one of the few fuller ones, and if I pick a different seat someone is gonna have a problem with me and try to pick a fight. After just a week of having this class I figured out the perfect place to sit, but now it's occupied and I have no idea what to do.So I stood there.Like an i***t.

Soon enough the rest of the class filed in and she left to go sit with the more popular kids. I sighed a small sigh of relief and set my stuff next to the desk, pulling out all the things I need to be able to take notes.

The instructor attempted to get the class to pay attention to him for a while before giving up and teaching the material to the students who did. Specifically, me and the other class losers.

The other students were seated in the rear, conversing on their phones, occasionally making out like a clichéd pair.

Their actions abhorred me to my core.

They all belonged to elite packs of werewolves, and they all came together as a result of a treaty that required everyone to attend this school in order to improve pack ties. The adults who drafted this agreement misjudged the teenagers' genuine willingness to take part. Furthermore, with the exception of mine, their behaviour is a poor approximation of their actual packs.

My pack's alpha is a repulsive man and wolf. In fact, his partner dumped him because she was too nasty for him. His wolf was destroyed by her leaving, which made him even more insane. This had an impact on the entire pack and led to everyone starting to fight with everyone.

It amazed me that our pack didn't start a civil war.

I discovered myself, aimlessly tapping my pencil on my desk while losing myself in my gloomy thoughts.

I had no idea that someone was staring at me with eyes the colour of the ocean.

I was in the classes where most of the snow red Pack was, so it was inevitable that the bell would ring, signalling the end of my awful day.

Their unassuming moniker does not deceive you.

Compared to my group, they are far bigger, more brutal, and more disciplined.

In my class, their beta and many of their pack members rotate with their alpha, who was only there with a small group of his pack members. Snow Red Pack is more prevalent in this school than my pack mates and the other packs combined.

The corridors were jam-packed once more, but on this occasion there was a slight lull in the crowds. Many of their eyes were fixed on the area behind me, and I could tell that someone was approaching me quite closely. Enough to give me serious discomfort, but there was also a reassuring warmth.

I didn't want to risk looking behind me, but I did manage to catch a glimpse of the snow red pack's alpha walking very near to me via a small door window nearby. Similar to those personal protectors for the young Lunas who visit this place.

I believe that even the alpha behind me in Luna has an army of guardians made up of both professors and kids. However, I believe they were more directed to

more than they truly want to protect her. Which is strange because a packmate would often seize the opportunity to defend their luna.

The only thing better than having a luna's approval, I've heard, is having a mate.

When I arrived at my lesson, someone roughly seized the open door before I could enter.my arm covered in a sweatshirt, retraction increasing as the corridors cleared.

I staggered back, too scared to see who had captured me, but terrified none the less. Even at eighteen, I would still rank last in the already weak pack and be the shortest person in the entire school.

I pull my arm free from this vice-like hold, but it feels like I was just tossed into a janitor's closet. I closed my eyes, believing that my fellow pack members were going to beat me up once again before locking me in here, as they had been doing since their first year, when they figured out how to lock the janitor's closet from the outside.

"Don't hurt me." With what little muscle I had left, I crouch down and fling my hands above my head to defend my vulnerable body. "I can't take another."

"Another?" A deep, silky voice growled—it was both soothing and menacing. I was afraid to look up. "Look at me."

Oh, sh*t.

I began to tremble, my hands quivering the most violently of any part of my body. I opened one eye to confront the harsh, cold gaze of the snow-red Pack's alpha. A voice inside me cried out, "He's my mate," but I couldn't hear it because of the disgust in his eyes

"I, Alpha xander black of the snow red Pack reject," he said with a pause. "What's your name again?"