She's his Luna

I let my toes burrow Further in the cold mud, feeling the brown muck under my lacquered blue nails. My fingers wrap around withering blades of golden grass, dragging them out of the earth in bunches, roots and all. I sigh appreciating the calm woods sorrounding me. The grin of autumn was here, if not the Rustling of fallen leaves was a clear enough clue, and the chilly winds were obviously a factor too. Fall was an analogue to me, it wasn't flawless it was chilly but the colours made up for it, sometimes it was wonderful, sun gleaming, oranges and yellows rustling in the slight wind, occasionally is was ugly, bitter, cold and dead brown clumps of leaves blocking the drains in the road. This wast life, inconsistent but a lovely long period of total and utter nastiness, I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts, that I didn't notice someone Coming up behind me. " You know the beta is searching for you Dave?" A deep voice behind me. "You're running the moment, Mark." I whispered as I let my head fall to the ground in gentle thud, a crumple sound of the dry leaves follows in my wake. Honey brown hair flows about my face and shoulders, bending into the leaves underneath me. The weavy hair coils about them, twisting and latching on to one other and to every on of them, fighting to keep tethered to any degree of sense left, they I sat, enjoying the earth's calm and humanity. "Yeah yeah, the occasion would have been utterly destroyed if beta freda spotted you first." " And you just wrecked it." I opened my eyes, reaching the sunshine with a toothy grin, my hands spread out as they grasped more grass, pushing up slightly, The Sun and the ground are the only components of transquitility that I had left, my history screwed me, and my future is screwing me now, they're the only ones who haven't begun to decompose me, to destroy me yet. Even the loving moon mocks me with it's clever and deceitful meaning. "And you're spoiling the grass." "It's running it self I shoot back. "Oh yes, how?" I could almost hear the sneer on his face. "Mother nature you dimwit." "Fair enough," he muttered this, as he looks about at the mounds of dried leaves in the gorgeous colours of orange, yellow and red. " Now come on." His voice was gentle, but serious. He's attempting to trick me into believing he is own my side. "Why does it have to be me?" I murmur. I turn around, resting on my stomach, staring up at him. " Out of all the females, the only one who wants to flee gets imprisoned. Force to remain in this terrible place." Mark groaned loudly as his body smashing down on the ground next to mine, shaking the dirt near me. Leaves swirl up behind him, dramatically drifting down back to where they lay, rustling. "Freda, not everything is horrible here, you know." "Says the man who has not been pushed into marrying someone seven year older, you get to be matched to your soulmate, you have the independence you desire." As I thought about this I grabbed more grass, taking my fury out on it, squeezing it till all that's left are wet globs of grass and muck. " Everyone has treated me differently since it occurred, yet I am the same person… …. Beta Freda simply wants me for my blood, not for me, but for the blood. "Dave?" I nod my head in acknowledgment, shutting my eyes and relaxing as the sun slid out of the clouds almost as if it were furious. Just like me. "Annabella think of the good you're doing for the pack, everyone will adore that your sacrificed your mate for this, for our pack and know just how devoted you are. People will adore you!" I sit up suddenly, flinging dirt at his chest in rage. "Don't you understand? I'm not the faithful person everyone expects and I'm not sacrificing anything, it's been taking away from me!" Angry tears entered my eyes andy breathing got heavier. "I detest this." He stares done at his chest moaning about my rudeness, as he wipes it away. " You'll be beta feminine." He tries again to soothe me but I did was throw more dirt at his already dirty clothing. "No, I'll be a breeder for the future beta bloodline." I rise up fast, I need to go. " Even I can and will never be able to get over what he did to me." I pour out as I turn and walk away. He stood up too, following me. "But you're doing it for the pack, for beta Freda." A booming smack reverberated across the jungle and my hand stung from the impact. "And I'm doing this for me." His eyebrows knit together in perplexity as he absentmindedly scratches his scarlet face. "What? doing what?" He says quitely, unbelieving. "Running." I announce proudly. "As in away? Like running away? He waves his hands around, gesturing towards the woods that surrounds Us. I slap him inside the head. "Duh," my jeans cover knee quickly slams into his lower area of insecurities, my heels digging into the freshly overturned grass. All that could be heard was loud, painful moans and the sounds of my feet as they hit the cold earth, and I was on my way. The trees whiz by as I frantically ran away, dodging fallen trees and low hanging branches. The fall leaves crunch beneath my boots as the pebbles ripped into them, but my drive was controlling me, not pain, my breathing was harsh and heavy, my wolf was begging to come out, forcing her way into the actual world. But I knew if I was to turn that my scent would be easier to find, and I could not see his face again. I was thinking too much, too much about what my life would be like when I become rouge or would I attempt to join a pack. Would they allow me in when they knew a strong beta was chasing me?. No. I flinched at the distant sound of howls, my legs pushed harder and my arms pumped fast. I can make, I know I can. I let out a growl as I Push my self to the point where I know I can't go any faster, my blood can't take it. I can't it all I thought not that I could. As I close in on the boundary line, I know that there is hope and I know that I can make it through. His body falls upon mine without even attempting to get himself off of me as my body smacks against the icy, hard ground. Mud splashes into my lips as I cry out from the impact. He leans over me, running his nose up my grubby cheek as he does so. His lips linger just above my earlobe while his fingers caress my hips. "Gotcha." I'm horrified by how his gruff voice makes my skin tingle. "He firmly grabs my wrists and drags me up onto my feet, saying, "Don't do it Dave, I did enjoy the pursuit." His tone is disgusted, growling. I swiftly pull away from him while berating him. You have no authority over me. "I am your beta, and I have complete authority over you." "A rouge cannot be governed." "So you've become bad?" He approaches me in a stalking motion, and I go back with each step he makes until, paradoxically, I feel the bark of a tree on the back of my neck, and he has trapped me. I feel his hot breath on my neck as his arm envelops me, suffocating me. Yes, I mumble. Then you are being given a death sentence for breaking into pack property. Three pack warriors are positioned nearby, and he nods his head in their direction. "Bring her to the jail cell." As the other two take my arms and begin to pull me into the cells, the first guard instinctively approaches first, seizing hold of my shoulder and forcefully squeezing it to demonstrate his might to me. I swiftly sank my feet into the unkempt dirt once again, making every effort to struggle my way free. As I raise my arms toward my chest, I feel the guards following me. I immediately throw my arms out, sending them reeling backwards. They bounce back swiftly and start to move in my direction, their intended objective. This time, the taller one remains behind while the others surround me and approach cautiously as I maintain my protective position and wait. The guy on the right made the mistake of attacking first after becoming angry with the lack of movement. He approaches me from the side as he steps down on his left foot and pushes off with his right. I swiftly avoid the blow by lowering my elbows to the ground just below his shoulder blades and flipping him over my knee with my other hand. He falls brutally on his back in the dirt. I take advantage of this toy since the guy on my left is more attentively studying my movements. I try to go to the right, but he lunges to the right. I then learn to shift to the left, lowering to the ground and kicking my leg out to make him hit the ground on his knees. I then push my leg upward and catch him in the face. I rise up and push down on the pressure point between his neck and shoulder as his head begins to slide back, and he drops to the ground limp. I pivot around to face the taller person. You prepared? I enquire while raising my hand to brush the grime off my lips off of my gray sleeve. "Are you prepared? That is the true question," That is really foolish. f*****g a flyaway hair out of the way, I extend my hand. He snarls at what I said. I see that his movement is now being fueled by rage. He moves forward and throws a punch in my direction. I deflect it with agility, but I miss the second blow, which he throws with incredible force and hits my face. My tongue begins to taste metallic blood as I slump down onto my rump. To test me, the black dots whirl in front of my eyes. Even though it ached, I managed to climb to my feet, where I stood with my knees bowed, unsteadily swaying. Before I even get a chance to move, he glances at me before turning to face me. The large man pushes me forward and slams into me, sending me flying to the ground. I gaze at the assailant while spitting forth perspiration and dirt; he comes towards me with a triumphant bounce in his stride. Only losers feel the urge to manipulate situations to their advantage. I am fortunate not to lose. My body moans in anguish as the guards get me off my feet; fortunately, none of them are hurt. As they begin to head towards the cells, a voice stops them. Unless, of course, you want to retract your claim? The wickedness in him shines out in his eyes. "If you accept my proposition that we become mates, I'll merely forget what I heard. I spat at his feet while displaying my pearly white teeth and curling my bleeding lips up. "Get rid of her."