Luna's Second Chance

"NOO! PLEASE NO!" My hand flies to my mouth to keep my soul from escaping. I gaze upon the scene straight ahead in horror. Dexter is lying in a pool of blood that has drenched the Earth beneath him. My brother, Rafe, has turned his eyes to me. His lips are turned up in a smirk as he wipes his blade clean. I feel my mate bond with Dex growing weaker by the second. It feels as if someone is shredding my heart, dragging a dull dagger through it with every nanosecond that drags by. I drop to my knees and weep, despite knowing what joy it brings to my sadistic brother. He's such a prick! Hands snake through my arms from behind and when I turn my head, I'm not surprised that it's Rack holding me against my will. I know what's coming, the same beatings I took daily as a child. Rack and Rafe have never had a problem with hitting a girl. They were never punished for it, either. "YOU'RE A COWARD!" I scream at him. He growls and hits me, hard. My vision blurs, but I'm held in place by Rack. Rafe hits me over and over. In the face, In the stomach, in the head. Blood gushes from cuts above my eyes. The pain shoots through every part of me. The blinding pain is that coming from my soul. I can no longer feel my mate bond and I know without looking that the love of my life is dead.. I conjure what little energy I have and engulf my hand in flames, I bend down to touch the ground and the dry grass begin to burn.. I blink the blood away enough to see Rafe's clothes and the porch of their pack house ignite before it all goes black.