Captive Luna

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              She had been walking for what felt like forever. Luckily, she had her comfy shoes on. She sighed. She stretched her back. It was a little sore from carrying her backpack. Her shoulders felt sore, her legs, even her hair was sore. She pulled out her phone to check the time. It was 3:43 am. The service bar was non-existent. Still a dead zone. She had checked it two hours ago and was a dead zone then. It was probably for the best since her mate could track her if it was active but she needed to find the river so she could follow it to the next town. Served her right for becoming a part of a pack in the middle of nowhere.

              How big is the unclaimed territory?! I should have paid more attention during those stupid meetings, she thought. 

              Most of the time, they all ignored her. She wasn’t allowed an opinion, usually when the Alpha was present. She grimaced, remembering him. What a dark, dark man. She closed her eyes and sighed again, listening to the forest. Due to her heightened senses, she was able to pinpoint an approximate distance of the river based on the sound. It was faint, but she knew which direction to go.

              She decided to rest for the time being and resume her journey in the morning. She looked up, trying to find a good spot to sleep in. Being in the unclaimed territory, it was dangerous for a solo rogue. If two solo rogues meet, it’s usually fine; they leave each other be and go about their journey. When there was more than one, it could be dangerous. She was somewhat well-dressed. Clean looking. Her long, black hair was wavy; it always seemed to have that beachy wave that most women go to the salon for. Her skin was golden beige, her eyes as green as pine needles. She was curvy but not big either. She definitely wasn’t skinny. Most rogues that travel in packs would absolutely take advantage of her if they were unkind. That was the last thing she needed to happen.

              She wandered along, getting closer to the water. She found a sturdy tree and she climbed it nimbly. She was small and agile. She was on the shorter side of the werewolf world, but she packed a mean punch. Most wolves won’t climb trees, but she used to all the time when she was a child. It came in handy when she was playing hide and seek or tag with her friends. No one could find her, and everyone used to call her a cheater. She smiled at the memory. 

               She found a flat-ish area where the trunk meets the branches before they thin out. She pulled out a bottle of water and took a little sip. She only had two bottles and wasn’t sure when she’d find more. She put the lid back on and then propped her backpack behind her head, so it acted like an–albeit uncomfortable–pillow. She fastened the belt to the trunk, so it wouldn’t fall to the ground below. She thought about what could be going on at the pack right now. She felt guilty for leaving. The guards didn’t want her to. She was sure a lot of people would be wondering about, and probably concerned about her.

I wonder if he knows by now. She stared up into the sky, the leaves framing the moon and she slowly began to drift off.

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              Sometime later, a twig snapped and she was jolted awake. It was still dark, she hadn’t been asleep for long. She peered down. She could smell the rogues. She wrinkled her nose. They smelled like an organic garbage bin, not pleasant at all. She spotted them and held her breath. Not just because of the rogue stink, but because if she breathed loudly, they could hear her better. She knew that they could hear her heartbeat somewhere close to them. They sniffed around, picking up on her scent. They stopped at a nearby tree. There were two of them. A bigger wolf and a much smaller one. She guessed that it must be a father and a son, as the bigger one kept looking around for her while the smaller one didn’t seem aware of the possibility of danger. She watched them for a little longer. She debated whether to show herself or to remain hidden. They were on the smaller side for male werewolves, likely omegas who left a pack. She could totally take them. They looked harmless though, so she decided to continue hiding.

              Please just go, she urged them mentally. She didn’t want any trouble; she just wanted to sleep a little more, if she’s able. She waited for what felt like ages. Eventually, they continued their journey and it was quiet again. She checked her phone again. It flashed 30%. She settled into her spot again and drifted off to sleep.

              A few hours later, she was gently woken up by the sunlight peeking through the trees. She rubbed her eyes and got a good stretch in. The tree was not comfortable at all. Hopefully today she will be able to cover more distance, get to human territory, rent a hotel and sleep in a comfortable bed. She unbuckled her backpack from the branch and reached in to get the water and some food. She had stolen a few sandwiches, some crackers, and granola bars from the kitchen. She only took two bottles of water, because she wouldn’t be able to carry everything quickly, not to mention an extra outfit and toiletries. She pulled out a sandwich. She wiped her hands clean with some napkins she took and replaced the used napkins back into her backpack. She wasn’t a litterbug. She suddenly felt her clothes she had packed to make sure the bottled water isn’t leaking. No one liked wet clothes. Satisfied, she began munching on her sandwich.

             She checked her phone. Still no service, and it was 8:45 am. Her battery had not dwindled all that much. She peered around to see if it was safe to begin her travels but first, she needed to do her morning routine. She found a big tree, dug a hole, and went about her business. When she was done, she kicked the dirt over it and sanitized her hands. She had really thought of everything when she planned her escape. She needed a shower desperately and decided to bathe in the river when she arrived. She closed her eyes and listened to the forest. She heard the birds chirping, the leaves rustling gently. She heard the faint sound of the river and began heading in that direction. 

             Surely it won’t take all that much time to get there.