Broken Moon

My first mission

Lizzy's POV

The teacher came in and spoke and I heard virtually nothing. He had a 20-minute lecture and I could not take in a

single word. Then we were to change into battle gear before trying to put the teachers lecture into practice. And again I had not been able to hear anything. As I walked to the changing rooms I seriously debated just walking out of the dojo and leaving. However, I was really grateful the pack had let me and Lina into the academy. So ditching was really not an option. Is failing better than

ditching?

In fighting class, I was usually among the best. I was not the biggest but fighting came naturally to me. Since I was

eight it was one of the calmest moments I could have. When I fought I was totally engaged in the battle. I did not feel the fear everyone around me felt. Honestly it was one of the times when the people around me did not reek of fear. Just like most were too focused on the battle to remember the Black Wolf was in the room. Another reason I got really good at fighting was that the

werewolf protection instinct always meant I got the strongest opponents. If there was a Beta or Gamma in the group, I would be against them.

I entered the classroom pondering what would be more embarrassing. Asking the teacher to repeat the most important

parts or simply having no clue what to do and just responding on instinct. However, as I walked into the room a messenger arrived. He hurried forwards to our teacher and handed him a note. Our teacher read it and turned to us and said:

"Practice will need to be cancelled. You are all on duty. Head to Springwoods."

Thank you Mr. Messenger. Next time I see you there will be a candy bar waiting.

Pack members have a connection to the academies throughout their life. For most of us they are our education system,

employer and hang out place. Springsrooms is one of the rooms reserved for our age group. Just like most of the academies, the employees of Stormbourn Academy primary job were protection. Our most common jobs were as security guards,

bodyguards, parkrangers (this job is so popular with werewolves you would honestly have a hard time finding a single park ranger who is not a werewolf), bouncers, bounty hunters, soldiers, assassins and cops. We tended to be intimidating to look at, took orders well and were strong fighters. It was therefore nothing shocking when class was canceled for us to do a job. Think of

it a bit as how I imagine it is to be a human fire fighter. When you are on call but there is no alarm then you practice. But it the alarm is rung then practice is immediately canceled and the people closest will respond. Currently we were closest so we were to take the mission.

The seven of us sat down in the conference room and our teacher started explain our job.

"Someone has invaded our storage facility in Brenwoods. We have lost two men and the objects in one of our H7 storage units. Several groups claim responsibility for the act. Alex and Mark I want you to head to the scene to see what you can figure out there. Urban, Devin and Rock I want you to head to the Emerald to see if there is any claim that appears real. Strongbourn and Blacktail I want you to go to the owner of the unit. They won't say what has been stolen but I figure a couple of moments in your presence and the information will flow freely."

We head out. As it is my first mission in this city I have not understood all the specifics. I simply follow Strongbourn out and hope he is not too afraid to explain things. He takes me to the garage and looks at the various modes of transportation. He first moves

towards a motorcycle but then steers us towards a black Range Rover. I jump in on the passenger side and he takes the wheel. When I enter the car it is obvious it belongs to James. It smells dreamy and wonderful and safe. I feel myself start feeling almost intoxicated. I'd like to climb over the gearbox and curl up in his lap. I snap out of it fortunately as I figured that would be frowned

upon. Instead I buckled in and look forwards and tried to focus my thoughts on work.

"What is the Emerald?" I ask.

"The Emerald is a club where a mixture of supernatural creatures hang out. There are several of these clubs

but the Emerald is one of the shadier ones. Avoid it if you can." There was a touch of anger in this sentence so I almost wanted to respond "Yessir!" and pray forgiveness for asking such a devious question.

Instead I nod and decide to simply remain silent. We stay that way a little while. Me staring silently on the

road. Occasionally I feel him turning towards me but I'm to afraid to look back. I might just lose all my self-control.

"How are you enjoying Stormbourn lands? Has anyone shown you around?" he asks me.

I raise my eyebrows skeptically. Is it a jab or does he seriously think anyone volunteered to show me around? I brave a look

at his face and as he seems sincere I respond:

"Em, no. So far I have not had the pleasure. Is there any place you recommend?"

"The glades by Namuri river are beautiful for running. And great for hunting." His eyes light up and his

lips start forming an easy smile. It may be the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.

Would he be willing to take me hunting? Not once since I got my wolf has anyone asked me to go hunting with them.

Werewolf hunts are usually a challenge where a group of wolves chase a chosen prey and we see who gets the win. Alternatively, it is a free for all and the one with the most kills wins. When I show up to a hunt people just walk away and say I can have the win.

"I'd love to join a hunt. Would I be allowed to?"

Before he can answer a car pulled in front of us without looking and James slammed the breaks. I went flying forwards and his hand instantly moved out to stop the movement. I was wearing a seat belt so the save was unnecessary. But now he was actually touching me. And I basically stopped breathing. This was way more dangerous than sitting in a car without a seatbelt. I feel like heat the from his hand started spreading across my body and tingles start rippling through my muscles. If you were to ask me where I was, what I was supposed to be doing or even my name I would have drawn a blank in that moment. Had I not been strapped to the chair I’d

already have thrown my arms around him. I couldn’t stop my head from turning.

His smile was gone and gray eyes had darkened. He wants me? I start moving my hand to unbuckle when a call comes through our com.

"Were sending a third to join your party. They are waiting for you at Elm street and Third."

That snaps me out of it and James starts driving. This time there is no talking and no glances.

We arrive at the pick up to see a tall man in battle gear. Another alpha? He has blonde hair and one arm fully sleeved

in tattoos. To say muscles was an understatement.

I role down my window and say:

"Here." The man turns my way.

His eyes are so lightly blue they are spellbinding. They appear dangerously magical.

I actually feel a cold breeze moving along my back. I'm afraid. Suddenly Darkness lets out a gasp of joy.

"Mate!" she whispers to me.

"No," I respond. "I don't feel it."

I feel her ready to growl at me.