Willows Salvation

She sat shaded in a ball in the corner of her secret garden after just escaping the attack that came from her father for not doing as she was told. Willow Dawn was huddled up trying to escape the yelling coming from inside. Her pack had been at war for so long now and tensions were high. She was a rare beauty with her blonde hair that shone like the sun and stars and her ice-blue eyes that could change to that of the galaxy depending on her mood. She was treasured by many in her pack as she was loving, kind, and caring but she was also the daughter of the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. She could still feel the sting of his hand on her face and the words he spat out. "I told you to keep your mouth shut." He spit out! "Such matters as this do not concern you. You are nothing but a mere meek little slut. If you were the son that you were supposed to be then I would listen but you're not. You are nothing but a little b***h and I will show you your place!' With that, he raised his hand as high and far back as it would go. The strike happened so fast she didn't have time to react. She fell to the floor and he spit on her all the while grabbing her shirt with other thoughts in mind tearing it as she kicked him off and ran. He laughed and said behind her "Run you little b***h. You have nowhere else to go so you will be back and I will be waiting!" Both pack leaders were horrible. Neither cared for the safety and wellbeing of the pack and its members. Willow's mother, Katrina, was the Luna and she was just as cynical as her father was. She always found a way to make Willow feel like what her father did to her was her fault. She always found a way to suppress her and turn the tables. So, in her secret garden, she hid until her father left for the next battle and her mother passed out in a drunken slumber. Patiently waiting for her opportunity to leave this horrible place. ******************************************************** Christopher was the young, dark, and lethal Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. With skin tanned by the sun, covering his well worked muscular body, his short dark brown hair that laid in waves and his piercing green eyes he was no one to mess with. The air around him felt menacing. He demanded respect and always received it. He was a fair ruler to his pack and was also kind caring when need be. But He was out for revenge. The Blood Moon pack killed his father in the vilest of ways and he wanted to make them pay. His father was sick and still nursing wounds from the last battle but insisted on battling his enemy. His mind foggy so his inner wolf couldn't make heads or tails of what was going on until it was too late. The Alpha of the Red Moon Pack had struck him down, and then drug him off while everyone was in the heat of battle and killed him slowly and laughed while doing it. Christopher knew the moment it happened and so did the rest of his pack. You could feel the roles shift. That's when everything went black. He became ruthless and vile in his attacks on the Blood Moon Pack killing one after the other and soon they retreated out of their borders like the cowards that they were. Leaving Christopher and the rest of his pack time to heal and mourn the loss of a great father, leader, and friend. He vowed to get his revenge on the Blood Moons one way or another and now it was time to come up with the perfect plan. Little did he know, it would fall into his lap. Or so he thought