The Broken Luna

Chapter 5 Damien

It was a shitty day. Tomorrow was the anniversary of my parents death, but instead of mourning, there’d be a giant party at midnight celebrating our conquering of the neighboring pack and what was left of their members joining our ranks. The pack house would be full of people decorating and moving about in excitement for the festivities. f**k the 15 enforcers who lost their lives protecting all of us, I guess.

I knew Mira must feel even worse. She had lost her parents that day, too, and it was her birthday. Her 18th birthday, nonetheless. She would be shifting at midnight for the first time while everyone celebrated the event that stole her parents away. I felt responsible for Mira and Faye. They were like my baby sisters, bonded through our similar trauma. Faye would be turning 18 in a few months and I was already 20, but couldn’t leave the pack house yet.

My father had been the second born son to the Alpha of the Fated Moon Pack, and as such, I was built like an alpha myself. Fallon, the future Alpha of our pack, the Crimson Moon Pack, had already told me he would make me his Beta. As such, I was constantly training with our current Beta, Marv. His son was a total douche canoe, which is probably why Fallon had chosen not to allow the job to pass on to him. Marv f*****g hated me because he thought I had stolen his son’s future. Well, Marv, if you’d done a better job raising that little s**t, maybe I wouldn’t be.

I walked out into the hall and instantly smelled warm apples and cinnamon: Mira. It amazed me that she hadn’t realized how all over her Fallon was. He was always asking her to make anything with apples or cinnamon or both. Of course, she was probably nose blind to her own scent so didn’t see the correlation. I went down to the dining room where she had laid out a spread of apple turnovers, coffee, orange juice, lemon water, and milk. I scarfed down my breakfast and then went to find her. Fallon wasn’t at the breakfast table either, and I was praying that they weren’t together. She would just get hurt. The second he found his mate, he would fall for her and Mira would be all but forgotten. I ran up the stairs two at a time when Mira came flying past me with tears in her eyes. She ran all the way out to the woods at the far end of the property and scaled the first tree she touched before allowing her sobs to wrack her body. I stormed up the stairs and threw open Fallon’s door.

“What the f**k did you do to her?” I demanded, the scent of her arousal strongly emanating from one of the chairs at his table.

“We were just talking and kissing and then she just, left,” he sounded defeated.

“Keep your paws off of her. You can have any she-wolf you want until you find your mate, but leave Mira alone. She’s had enough heartbreak without having to deal with you leaving her high and dry after you find your mate,” I growled.

“I would never hurt her,” Fallon whispered, not even fazed by one of his subordinates giving him orders.