The Luna Who Burned The Pack

CHAPTER 2.2

That was the first time I screamed. And it was also the last. I had been blinded for a couple of days, and Alpha Gideon had given Sasha a mild punishment to save his face. If he had done nothing, he would have had to answer the pack.

I had found that ironic. They all partook in bullying me, but they decided there was a line somewhere. Like it made them better than Sasha because, at least, they hadn’t poured soup on me.

On my eighteenth birthday, I found a mutt. He was a scraggly thing I had found near our border when I went to forage some herbs. Unable to bear leaving him out in the elements, I had taken him back with me. I managed to hide him away from everyone for three months. I named him Mutt.

Within those months, Mutt and I ate the leftovers together, I groomed him, and he managed to get some flesh on his body. He followed me every time I had to forage outside. Then one day, Gamma Reed saw me with him.

His eyes had filled with such rage, and I didn’t understand it. Then I came back one day and found the door to my room open. Something about it had set my heart beating, like I expected the worst to happen.

I opened the door and saw blood, then I saw a tuft of hair and fell to the ground. I never saw mutt again. I assumed the worst. Gamma Reed had seen me with the dog and had decided I couldn’t have anything. Not even a f*****g pet.

What about Beta Holloway, who found creative ways to torture me like making me scrub the same spot for hours till blisters formed on my hands and they bled?

I will never forget any of them. Their atrocities lived in scars on my body and on my soul. I watched the pack lands become distant and sadness enveloped me.

Sure, they hadn’t treated me kindly, but Dark Moon Pack has been my home for years. Being uprooted from it so violently left a bitter taste in my mouth.

The thoughts and memories threatened to overwhelm me, so I shook them off and turned towards the man who sat by my side.

After Gideon Moon had told Curran to take me in exchange for safe passage, the Rogue Alpha had taken one look at me and grabbed my hand. He had pulled me up and handed me to one of his lackeys who pulled me onto their horse while I was frozen like a snowman.

He had shaken hands with Alpha Gideon to stamp their agreement on stone.

The ride to the wagons took about ten minutes. When we got there, Curran came down from his horse and approached the horse I was on. He grabbed my waist and lowered me down gently and I stumbled. In panic, I grab. I kept bracing for something bad to happen. Him to strike me, him to call me useless or something.

I was raised in a pack of cruel people, and I expected cruelty from everyone.

But he had caught me, and for that moment that I was pressed against him, I could have sworn something passed between us, but maybe I was just going insane.

He had pulled me towards a wagon, helped me to climb inside, and when I was seated, he climbed in after me. And now here we are.

Me taken hostage by the most infamous Rogue Alpha for a reason I couldn’t decipher. Why did he want me? What did he want me for? Had he accepted me as a slave so he could r**e me anytime he wanted? Did he know I was wolf less?

In the kingdom of wolves, to be without a wolf of your own was to be less than a second-class citizen. I had a feeling I would wound myself if worry if I continued to think about what awaited me, so I rested my back against the seat, laid back and closed my eyes.

Alpha Curran’s hips brush against mine and my eyes open. I look at him, but he isn’t looking at me. I must be overthinking it.

I pull my hand towards me and a mark on my right wrist catches my eye. I bring it closer and find a ring of red encircled around it.

What the hell? It is the same hand Curran had grabbed. It is like a brand, warm and faintly glowing, and as if that is not creepy enough, I can feel a slight pulse in my wrist.