The Lycan War: His Lost Luna

Chapter 2

**Trigger Warning**

Aurora POV

"She's just a child!" My mother's voice booms across the living room as she starts to lecture my father. "How could you let this happen?"

"What does it matter, Lily? She's got to learn somehow." He glares down at me as I cower away and hide behind my mother's body.

"I hardly doubt letting two fifteen year olds touch her like that is teaching her something." My father snickers down at my mother.

"My son and his friend were just playing around. Don't take it so damn seriously." He grits out before rounding his body to take a good look at me.

"She's ten years old!" My mother screams out, more pissed off than I have ever seen her.

"Then, you take care of her. She's your child." His evil eyes stare straight into mine and I look straight to the floor, unable to hold his gaze, I never could. Mom huffs out a scoff before smacking him straight across the face. Letting out this maniacal laugh, I shiver from discomfort.

"You're disgusting. What do you think people are going to do when they find out about her." She threatens before she grabs me by the hand and tries to walk away, but my father grabs at her wrist hard and yanks her back, then proceeds to hold her throat very tightly that I whimper out.

"Stop it. You're hurting mommy!" I yell at him as I try to push him away, but he stands at way too tall and strong for me to do any real damage.

"The only reason the two of you are alive is because my father believes in family. I don't. I still don't believe I could have made a daughter, so count your blessings Lily. Because the day my father dies, the day life ends for the both of you." His loud growl makes me stop in my tracks. I may be ten, but I'm not stupid. I know what that means. He punches her hard in the face and I can hear her jaw break from impact.

"Mommy!" I yell out in concern before kneeling over to see if she's okay from her fall. My father walks away and slams the hall doors. She shakes her head and lets me know not to worry about her. Her hyper healing is already doing its work. Just as she gathers her strength and gets up, we hear a clapping from across the room.

"Well, well, Lily. You have played quite the long game I have to say." Auntie Janine says to my mother. I have never liked that woman, but I understand why she would dislike me and my mother.

"Oh, shut up, Janine." Auntie Janine sneers at us while her son joins the room.

"You don't get to talk to my mother in that way, whore." Her son spits out.

"Now, now, child. We have nothing to worry about." My mother gives her a curious look. "You and your so-called bastard child are done here."

"What are you talking about?" Auntie Janines gives us a mischevious glare before crossing her arms over her chest.

"What do you suppose he will say when he finds the DNA results and he's not her father." My mother is not easily scared by her words and stands. In a delayed two second reaction, she trembles a bit in fear. Never seeing that side of my mother before, I start to worry as well.

Before I know it, she drags me out of the living room and into our room in the back of the manor, where the service members reside. Throwing open a suitcase and a duffel, she wildly starts to pack up some things.

"Rory, grab everything you want to take with you."

"Why, mommy? Where are we going?" She gives me a warning look and I start to do as she says. Grabbing her phone, she makes a phone call and the next thing I know, we pack up a car and rush on out of there. Just as we leave, we hear a loud growl from my father in the depths of the manor.



Waking up in a cold sweat, I breathe out heavy. Oh, great. That's one way to scare me the hell up. I remember that day. That was the last time I ever spoke to my father. He wasn't exactly the greatest dad. Hell, he wasn't exactly the greatest anything.

Whatever. That part of my past is beyond me. At least, I thought it was. I let out a sigh, but I don't let it get to me. Once I let it get to me, I just know that it will effect my whole day. Glancing at my watch, I see that I still have a good two hours before work. That's not too bad.

I sit up on my bed and look at the wall of postcards across from me. Everytime I move, I make sure to grab a postcard. I don't put the dates on there because I worry that someone will find one and try to track me down that way. I already have one from Toulouse, it has one of those merry-go-rounds in front of a beautiful archictecture.

Sighing, I force myself to get up and see the thermostat has dropped to nearly 5 degrees Celsius. I turn on the heater and it starts to buzz. Yawning and outstretching my arms to stretch out my back, for whatever reason, I have this unsettling feeling. That's strange. Ignoring it, I get dressed and ready for my day.

Slipping into a pair of light blue jeans and a white t-shirt that I tuck in, I grab a soft grey cardigan to finish it off. Hopping, I put on my snow boots one foot at a time. With my large puffer jacket, I grab my tote and head out. If I get there early, I should be able to grab a croissant on the way.

The forest this early in the morning always feels surreal. The birds are chirping lightly as they start to wake, but the sun has not quite risen yet. Once I make it through the forest, I make sure that no one sees me exiting the forest and quickly make my way to the streets. It takes me about thirty minutes to walk through the forest to get to the outskirts of the town and then another fifteen to teh cafe.

Even at 4 AM, you can hear the bustling people getting to work, usually bakeries and cafe type places. Those are generally the places that I try to find work in so that I have some spare money if I ever do need to go under for awhile. They always close up at around 3 PM and I have the rest of the day to stay in my van, away from everyone. It's safer that way.

I stop by this small French bakery and order a croissant. It's still hot from the oven this morning. Muching happily on the croissant, I finally make it to work. After unlocking the front doors, I start to prepare everything for the morning rush that is to start in thirty minutes. June hasn't even gotten here yet. She usually doesn't until the busy time has passed and when her two daughters are done for the day.

Marie and Charlotte. They're relatively close to my age, but they're both older. I recently turned 20, though they don't know that. Marie is 24 and Charlotte is 21, both werewolves. They're both very pretty and for the most part helpful when necessary. When it is a bit slower and they can tell that I can handle it, which is often, it does get kind of chaotic for me.

"Good morning." I lightly say as I see them both lazily walk in and ignore me per usual. Not saying another word to one another, I start to prepare the back kitchen while they put the chairs down. We only have about ten chairs or so because the cafe isn't too big. There's a neighboring pack nearby, I think, so this is probably just another shop to earn some money for the pack.

Charlotte takes a seat and puts her head down to groan out in pain. Marie puts the money in the register and I see her text on her phone, probably to tell June how much she put in the register. They have been doing that since I started working here, I bet it's to see if I am stealing from them. We haven't had a problem yet, but I guess I am hardly an insider.

"I heard you got some stragglers in here yesterday." Marie looks at me as I nod. I hang my tote and puffer jacket on the hook in the back and grab my apron that I plan on leaving here, since it's theirs, but I wrap it around my waist for the shift at hand.

"Oh, what did they look like?" Charlotte props up an elbow to lean against it, still in a daze.

"Tall, tan." I shrug. There's not much to say about them. "Attractive."

"Do you think they'll come in here today?" Charlotte questions in almost a romantic way. I don't say anything in response.

"Charlotte, I doubt they will ever set foot here again." Marie reminds her as she walks back around the counter to sit opposite of her younger sister.

"But, I really wanted to see them. I can't believe I went home yesterday and missed them." Charlotte gives a pout and they face each other to talk to one another instead of to me. I don't feel too disheartened though, I put myself in this situation.

The door jingles and a line of people start flowing in, Charlotte and Marie force one another awake as they have to help with getting orders. For the most part everything goes smoothly. When the last of the busy period ends, Charlotte and Marie start to whisper gossip in the back as I take orders and prepare them.

Something must have happened last night for them to talk so intensely. It's almost rare to see them talking this closely and in hushed tones. When they do, it's usually stuff they can't speak about in front of me. Often times, I hear them talk about their boy problems or some party. They hardly ever care who listens to those conversations. It hits 1 PM, but it's a bit busier today than usual, so they stay for another thirty minutes.

"Mom is running late. She should be here before closing." Marie informs me as I nod. The last of everyone from the rush and then some just left. I may get one or two elderly couple every fifteen minutes or so for the next hour and a half and that's perfectly manageable. Just as they grab their stuff, I hear a jingle from the door.

Turning around, my heart nearly pops staright out of my chest. What the hell are the three of them doing here again? The main guy looks more relaxed today, in dark blue jeans a white shirt that hugs his body quite nicely. The other two are dressed similarly, much more casual than yesterday.

"On second thought, Jean, why don't you take a break? We can handle this one." Charlotte says quickly before running up to the front of the counter to take my place at the register, fluttering her eyelashes. I don't say much and shyly make my way to the back as Marie also comes up to greet them.

"What can we get for you today?" Marie asks a little too nice. That's unlike her. Not that Marie isn't nice from time to time, she's hardly nice to customers, that's why I usually stand at the register.

"Four Irish Cold Brews." The man from yesterday that was speaking a lot from before does the same today. I don't look in their direction. Instead, I grab a wash cloth and start wiping down the tables from the rush to save myself some time from doing it later since the other two are still here.

"Coming right up!" Charlotte responds enthusaistically. They turn around quick;y and start making the coffee. Yet again, I feel the hard stares of the three men. Have they figured something out? Why the hell are they looking at me?

Again, I mind them none. I work my way around the cafe to make sure everything is spick and span, even the chairs. Just as I finish up cleaning the last of the tables, Charlotte and Marie hands the men the coffee. Not saying another word, they just leave. Wow, kind of rude, but okay.

"Oh my God!" Charlote yells out once they leave. "We actually got to see-" Marie quickly shushes Charlotte and gestures that I am still in their presence. "Right."

"Plus, he didn't even walk in." Marie codes to Charlotte, but she scoffs in return.

"Nobody else has to know that!" Charlotte gives a wide grin and starts texting away. Not wanting to get involved, I just stay in the background. They both leave practically immediately after that whole ordeal and I am left alone in the cafe, just the way I like it.

Not even five minutes has passed when another jingle drags my attention away from cleaning the machines. Oh, you have got to be kidding me.