Blood-Stained Moon

Admittance

The voice in my head is none other than the one I have been aiming to avoid. The Alpha mate scenario is coming to a head. His words are exactly the ones I wanted to avoid. After all, denying the bond exists makes the problem go away…

You cannot ignore your Alpha, Remilda. We both cannot deny the hand we have been dealt. You know your place, far below the likes of us.

Wolfy gulps and growls quietly. Our pace quickens as we sprint through the trees, our paws scraping through mud and leaping over roots.

Wolfy, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, this was always the ending.

Why me, why us I curse to myself.

Wolfy whimpers, a tear rolling down our furry cheek, leaving to hit a lone leaf behind us. We overtake many wolves, not caring to pay atention to our speed and station. A mental wall starts to roll upwards between wolfy and I as she withdraws, howling in grief. Stopping to a sudden halt-barely missing the wolf behind me- I lurch to the cover of dense trees and bushes. The wall in our head completes with a thud and forces me to shift back. I duck further into the brush and cover myself with any leaves my hands can grab , cheeks flaming, hoping my sudden removal won't be noticed.

Answer your Alpha Omega Hawcroft

The growl of an Alpha forces my body upright. A quiver runs up my spine and I gulp.

Y-Yes Alpha. I apologise.

I will ignore the bond between us. I know my station. You will hear nothing from me

I bow subconsciously, dislodging the lump from my throat. Hearing nothing but silence, I poke my head through the bushes and survey for wolves nearby. I hear the stampede of wolves making their rounds again, the soil trembles as they draw closer. I retreat and pray they are too occupied to smell the fear emanating from the bushes. The thuds grow quieter as the wolves make their way past. I smell a few ranked wolves still, perhaps waiting for stragglers. I wait a few minutes after silence falls before braving myself to check if the coast is clear. The second my head emerges, I encounter several large furry shapes. The wolves are still grouped together, waiting. One growls and they turn their heads to me, shackles up, growling lowly with malice. Drool drops down from their opened jaws. I have no idea what is happening, nut I think I have a clue. I look around to see signs of anything else they could have possibly spotted. I barely have time to register my situation. Insitinct takes over and I pivot ready to run, only I run straight into strong arms, harsh hands gripping my body, pulling my arms behind my back. I didn't even smell him. The lump returns to my throat, and one of the wolves shifts back. Beta Greene's face takes it's place. "W-Wh" I splutter as he comes towards me, barely a foot apart. I struggle against the grip behind me, trying to release the grip on my arms. Greene gives a malicious grin and whips his arm towards my face, fists clenched. The grip releases me at the same time and I'm thrown left staggering. Blood fills my cheek as my tongue feels past, just a scrape. Spitting the blood to the floor I face him again, I won't back down without a fight- Beta or not. He rubs his knuckles. "You know what you did. Do you really think an Alpha wants something as disgusting as a lowly Omega? No... No." He stops to chuckle sarcastically. "Is it not bad enough that a filthy Omega is bonded to our Alpha, but YOU" He spits at my face. "YOU are even lower, a weak pack member of a lesser Alpha. It's time you learned the rules of your place." One of the wolves moves closer, and Peter reaches his arm into it's mouth, pulling something back. It catches a glint of moonlight and I gasp, it's silver! "What are you doing with that? I haven't done anything, I wouldn't even dare-". I stumble back, but his hand reaching my arm stops me moving further. He traces the knife slowly over my face, from my mouth to my temple, moving stray hairs away. "Tsk, What an ugly face. What do you think boys, let's pretty it up shall we? " The knife retracted upwards, ready to s***h in one fell swoop, I close my eyes, unable to escape, not knowing if my life would be ended if I tried. The internal battle of disobeying or trying to save myself weighs heavily, but the distraction from reality is pleasing. The growls echo around me, anger radiating like a spray can. Cool air whooshes across my body towards my body, and I wait for ther sting of the silver. A scream pulls me back to myself, Greene's anger echoes across the trees "HOW DARE YOU ATTACK YOUR BETA! He will have your head for this". I look to see Greene holding his arm, one hand covering his forearm, now sporting a large but superficial bite. The wolf to his right sprinting off behind him to chase the attacker. I blink and register the lack of a knife. While he is staring in disbelief at the sudden betrayal, I take my chance to escape, taking off to sprint deeper into the forest, having no clue where I was going, but anywhere to get away from them. Denying a ranked member brings many punishments, but I have done nothing, not that anyone would believe me. Anger floods through me, pure rage filling me head to toe, but it was not mine. The wall in my head dissapates and wolfy bursts through. I expected grief from wolfy, never, pure, unrelenting anger. Fur sprouts through my skin, my joints dislocating to change shape, wolfy growls through us, a furious growl.

How DARE he threaten us! We did nothing wrong. You did not even accept you were bonded. We have not touched. My face is not ugly, silver?!

Her ranting continues. even as we start to hear wolves chase behind, more than the ones who tried to attack. I have no map of our surroundings, at a great disadvantage. We could be running back towards the castle, to a dead end or straight into a trap. We keep running, pushing our muscles to their limits, just hoping to find a place of safety.