Fate Of The Luna

???'s Pov. My name is... Not important. Why? Because I am dead. It all happened during the ceremonial mating ceremony for us werewolves. My fated mate was Alpha Dominic. He was a central figure in the supernatural world. He's handsome and very influential. To cut the story short, he was the pick of all the girls. "What's this?" Dominic pointed at me. I felt a sting in my heart, he just called me a "Thing." "Her aura is weak. She's not that attractive, I can go on, but you all get the picture." He continued defaming me in front of everyone. "I, Alpha Dominic, reject you as my Luna. Don't take it personally, but I prefer a strong woman. Not a sickish person like you." The background laughter of my peers over my humiliation was numb in my ears as his words kept on repeating in my head. I am an orphan. I never knew my parents. I was raised and catered for by my pack. On the night of the ceremony, I ran to the mountains. I stood on the cliff of the tallest mountain. Alpha Dominic's words kept repeating in a loop in my head. "The only way to end this torture is by ending my life." I didn't bother to leave a suicide note in my pack. After all, nobody will care about the weakest wolf in the pack. "Goodbye." I didn't even know who I was saying goodbye to. I closed my eyes and leaped. That was the end of my story... Or so I thought... Elsewhere, in the castle of a wolf who has lived through countless eras, a child was born. The Lycan king rushed to pick the child up. "Amazing, she has the aura of the Moon Goddess. Spread the word! I, Lycan King Grunade, have an heir touched by the Moon goddess. I grant my child the name... Phoebe." 18 Years Later. Phoebe's Pov. They say dreams have meaning. However, I find it difficult to deduce the meaning behind my recurrent dreams. It always starts the same way... The silhouette of a man with an aura that rivals my father's. I was running towards the man as he stood idle, but no matter how hard I ran, I couldn't get close. It was as if the distance between us was an eternity. The dreadful part of the dream came. The very ground below me caved in, devouring me in a bottomless pit. This was where the dream always ended. I woke up breathing heavily. "Not this dream again." I wiped away the cold sweat on my forehead. "Keep it together, Phoebe." I shook my head trying to erase the eerie feeling the dream kept giving me. Knock. Knock. "Yes?" I turned my gaze to the door. A woman came in, she's my mother - Queen Selene. "Phee," she called me by my pet name. "Good morning Mom," I greeted her. "What are you still doing in bed?" She crossed her arms. "That, uhm..." Before I even had the chance to think of an excuse, she cut me off. "It doesn't matter Phee dear, take a shower and get dressed. Your father is home." My once-darkened mood changed completely. "He is!?" I exclaimed in excitement. It has been 3 years since my father left on a trip. We didn't know much about the trip but that it was important. I took it as one of the many duties of the Lycan King. I jolted from my bed feeling refreshed before even taking my shower. A few moments later, I stood in front of my mirror. "Not bad at all, Phee," I complimented myself, taking a moment to appreciate my beauty. To be fair, I wasn't one to boast, but perfection seemed to be an accurate description. The cascade of silver-white hair down my back framed a face fairer than white, accentuated by flawlessly smooth skin. My most captivating feature, however, lay in my eyes – violet irises that mirrored the shape of a crescent moon. Those eyes, Mother used to say, held the touch of the moon goddess, a celestial blessing bestowed upon me at birth. The notion remained with me as a reminder that I was destined for greatness. While I traced the strands of my hair, I recalled the teachings and stories of the Moon Goddess that my parents used to tell me. They always wanted me to know - I was more than just their daughter; I was a gem with perfect sides. I finished dressing up. I now donned a black sleeveless dress that allowed a bit of cleavage to my left thigh. "All set," I said as I rushed outside. "Excuse me." "Coming along." "Out of the way!" While I was running through the vast hallways of the castle, I left a trail of chaos whenever I had a close call or almost collided with the servants. I even ended up knocking down a servant who was pushing a cart of food. He fell face-first onto the tray, causing both himself and the tray to fall over. That didn't stop my dash. I was eager to see the father. "Sorry!" I yelled at the servant without even turning around. I could feel the death glares that he was giving me, but that wasn't important at the moment. "Huff. Huff." I finally arrived at my stop - Father's chambers. I took a deep breath and opened the door. There he was, the man revered as a living legend even among the oldest werewolves. He stood 7 ft tall, a towering figure with muscles that would put any professional wrestler on steroids to shame. Like me, he has silver hair and violent eyes. The only difference is that his irises were of a normal shape. The grin on my face was the widest I've ever made in my life. Father smiled. "My dear Phoebe, look at how much you've grown." He spread his arms apart, waiting for my embrace. "Daddy!" I ran into his arms. "Welcome home." "I've missed you, my sugilite. Have you been well?" We broke the hug and he held my face. I nodded as an answer to his question. "Good, let's catch up." We spent the entire day doing just as he said. He shared the stories of his journey while hiding a few parts. I figured there was a good reason for that. We lost track of time enjoying each other's company. Mother joined us, and the three of us were finally together in the same room for the first time in 3 years. "Come on Phee, your father had a long journey. Best we leave him to rest now." I folded my arms and pouted my cheeks. "But we were only getting to the good part!" I whined. Father laughed as he patted my head. "Don't you worry my Sugilite, I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere." "Promise?"