The Mute Luna

Chapter 2

I wasn't born mute, far from it, I used be one of the most talkative she wolves I know, during happier times.

Hell, I used to be a great singer and would sing at important events, not to pat myself in the back but I know my voice was angelic.

But now I can't do anything.

Like my brother would tell you, the only thing I am good at is housework and soaking up the insults of the pack members.

You could ask me why I haven't left the pack yet. Well, I have tried, and everytime, I was hunted down and dragged back. And subjected to extreme punishment afterward.

I don't understand, the members of my pack hate me with all their guts yet they can't let me go. It doesn't make sense at all.

It's like being married to a narcissist husband, unable to love you the way you deserve, but still not willing to let you go.

Seems like my pack believe torturing me would bring back my father or something.

Truth is, I don't deserve this because it was not I that killed my father. Rogues did.

That fateful day, my eighteen year old self was home with my father lazing outside just the two of us, when I heard the sound of footsteps coming from the trees.

Whoever was approaching did nothing to be stealth; they wanted to be heard.

Dad sprang in front of me protectively, instantly alert, scanning the trees behind our house. I didn't have my wolf yet but I could hear the footsteps clearly, and there seemed to be several of them, becoming more distinct as the seconds went by.

I had a horrible feeling about this; I could sense something bad was about to happen.

And in the next second, a ragged looking wolf, dirty and oozing a disgusting stench, jumped out of the trees.

Dad sprang in front of me protectively, and the wolf lunged at him.

He shifted into his huge brown wolf and fought it off with ease, but more wolves emerged from the trees, and then some more.

He was greatly outnumbered. He made an attempt to use his alpha tone to stop the wolves, but, strangely it didn't work on them. They kept on attacking, the air filled with angry, vicious growls that traumatize me to this day.

It was too much even for an Alpha wolf, and I hated that I just stood there helplessly while my dad was being torn to pieces.

I believe it was the look on his face, a mixture of defeat and a hint of apology ( like he was telling me without words that he was sorry he had failed me) that caused me to shift for the first time.

Seemed the rogues weren't interested in me at all, as they took off immediately my father was dead.

I lay there next to his bleeding body and whimpered.

I couldn't believe it. My father was gone just like that. I needed someone to comfort me and tell me everything would be alright, even though I knew deep down things would never be the same.

And when I heard my brother approach slowly, I exhaled a little sigh, changing back into my human form. There was someone to comfort me. Jeremy and I were pretty close and he never wanted to see me in distress.

But right now, when I needed him the most, his reaction surprised me. Throwing himself down on our father's dead body, he shook him and yelled,

"Haven, what have you done?"

I realized he thought I had killed our father. How could he think that?

I wiped a tear and shook my head.

"Jeremy, I did not kill him. It was the rogues!"

"We haven't had rogues in decades, don't say it was the rogues! You shifted for the first time and couldn't control your damn wolf. You killed my father!"

He must have been overcome with anger at the moment because he hit me with his palm on the back of my head. I don't think he meant to do it, but it hurt nonetheless.

"I did not kill him, Jeremy, and why hit me?" I yelled at him, greatly offended. Like I wasn't upset already with the current state of things.

"Wait until the pack members hear about this! You killed their Alpha! You screwed up so much and I hope they don't spare you."

Is that what grief does to some people? He was my favorite wolf but now I barely even recognized him. I'd never seen him so angry.

"I don't know, maybe not all of them will be dense enough to believe I actually killed my father. Jeremy, I feel bad enough without you hauling false accusations at me!"

"Oh, dad. My dad is gone!" Jeremy was not even listening anymore, overcome with a fresh wave of grief. "I can't believe this!"

Where was my mate when I needed him? If he showed up, he would offer the support I needed. I wanted his reassuring voice and strong embrace to comfort me.

At this moment, a small group of people hurried out of the pack house towards us, consisting of the Beta and a few elders.

"We felt the Alpha fade from our minds. What happened?"

"She killed him!" Jeremy pointed an accusing finger at me, his voice cracking with rage. "She has her wolf now, she couldn't control it and killed my father!"

The way he was saying it, one would think he had witnessed the murder first hand.

"I did not kill my father, rogues killed him," my voice sounded quieter this time. I think it was because I already realized that no one would believe me. And would I blame them? No one had spotted a single rogue in decades, like my dear young brother Jeremy pointed out.

"Rogues? Here?" I heard Beta Allen's voice wonder, then looked at his face. I saw disgust.

"Yes. I am telling the truth and if you don't believe me, then you can all go to hell! I've just lost my father and the least you could do is show sympathy, not this!"

"Jeremy, are you sure about what you are saying?"

My head snapped towards one of the Elders who spoke. Finally, someone had come to my defense. "You said she lost control of her wolf. How do you know she didn't do it intentionally? I mean, who doesn't know she has been eagerly awaiting the day when she would take the Alpha position?"

I closed my eyes with my fingers and cursed. Seriously?

The Beta's voice came again, sealing my fate.

"Throw her into the dungeon!"