The Luna Who Burned The Pack

CHAPTER 3.1

The carriage just keeps going.

I’d say we have been on the road for about two hours. The terrain is mostly smooth, but sometimes, we come upon some bumpy roads. I am basically blind to the world: I do not have wolve senses that would have made it possible to scent the air and figure things out. The flap of canvas that had opened before had been tucked back in.

I am basically a sitting duck beside the rogue alpha. Small mercy that he has not paid any attention to me. He has not moved a single muscle since we sat here. His arms are crossed in front of him, and his eyes are closed.

The first few moments, I was stealing glances at him, but now, I am just staring since it seems he’s taking a nap.

Alpha Curran is breathtaking. And I do not say this lightly. The first thing anyone notices about him is the aura of energy that seems to hang around him. He steps into a room, and all the predators know that a bigger and badder predator is amongst them.

I am tall at five ten, but Alpha Curran towers above me at a height of six five. His black hair is curled atop his head somewhat haphazardly – in light it looks like it had red highlights – like he couldn’t care about it. Sideburns climb down the side of his face into a beard that is kept short.

A thin line of moustache encircles his sinful, full lips. I feel an urge to trace a finger across them. I shake my head. His nose stands regally but slightly crooked, as if he had broken it enough times that it could never heal straight again.

Dark brows frame his eyes, and even though they are closed, I imagine that a stare from those eyes would be so full of power.

The carriage jerks to a stop, and his eyes pop open and grab mine, and I freeze. I feel my body clenches and realize with something akin to horror that I am terribly attracted to him.

Dark green eyes capture me in their gaze, and I am powerless against them. I could drown at this moment. He turns away from me, and I release a breath I’ve been holding. What just happened?

The door is opened from the outside and s dark young man nods at Alpha Curran. “We’ve arrived.” Curran nods back at him and turns to look at me.

“We’re home. Come on down.”

Without another word, he descends and leave the other man with me. The other man helps me down, and its bright outside. I squint my eyes and give them a few seconds to adjust. We're outside a wooden gate that is at least twenty feet tall. A fence stretches far around it and it goes on for so long that I cannot see the end of it.

I spot two guard towers and see no one in them. Which means that the guards must be good because I couldn’t spot them.

Alpha Curran gets to the gate, raises his head up, and lets out a howl that sets my body on edge. Howls answer back from inside the gate, and a minute later, I hear a creak, and the massive gates start to open.

Alpha Curran turns back to me and motions me forward. Any person who lived in any pack knew the rumors. He conquered packs and took the wolves as his slaves. Rumors had it that he killed the men and took their mates and children so he could add the women female wolves to his harem and groom the children to fight his battles.

And here I am about to walk into the infamous camp of death and horror. I try to read the body language of the male wolves around us, but they are laughing and joking with each other. I feel so out of place, and I wrap my arms around myself and walk towards Alpha Curran.

He waits until I’m by his side before he continues walking. We walk past the gates, and my eyes widen as I behold what is before me. It seems unbelievable at first, because I was expecting to walk into a camp built on horror, cages and blood. I expected feral wolves tearing at each other, and female wolves being used and hurt but oh, how wrong I was. I have never been happier to be wrong.

I should have known something was off when nobody maltreated me on our way here, but I had expected it.

What lays before me is something out of my dreams. The land stretches out for acres, and on it stood rows and rows of cabins. I count two hundred and stop because the scale of it is staggering.

This is not a camp of blood and death; it is the opposite. I see children running around, people are working and training. This is a community that has had time to become an organism. This is what many packs try to create and fail to. This is a land where its leader cares about his people.

The shock must be evident on my face because the male wolf who opened the door for us earlier snickers at me.

“What, were you expecting us to be barbarians?”

“Raze, leave her be. That is what we want people to think about us. So, you can’t fault her for it.” Alpha Curran’s voice sends a jolt through my body. I feel my n*****s tighten and it throws me off. I haven’t reacted like this to a male in a long time.

“Take her to Mira.” Alpha Curran says and walks off. The male he called Raze flashes his teeth at me and starts walking. Scary ha-ha. I suppose he expects me to follow him. Raze is built like a cord. He's six feet tall, and his body is made of muscles.

He's lean, like he got all his muscle from working instead of a gym, and a mop of blonde hair crowns his head. His eyes are dark, and his face tapers into a sharp jawline that could cut.

I follow him and he leads me to a tent set to the side of a large two-story cabin.