His Luna

I let my toes dig further into the cold dirt, feeling the brown mush beneath my painted blue nails. My fingers curl around dying blades of yellow grass, pulling them out of the ground in clumps, roots and all. I sigh enjoying the quiet woods surrounding me. The smell of autumn was here, if not the rustling of dead leaves was a sure enough sign, and the cold winds were definitely a factor too. Fall was an analogy to me, it wasn't perfect it was cold but the colors made up for it, sometimes it was perfect, sun shining, oranges and yellows rustling in the small breeze. Sometimes it was ugly, bitter cold, dead brown clumps of leaves clogging the drains in the road. This was my life, inconsistent, but a nice long time of pure and utter ugliness. I was so caught up in my own thoughts, that I didn't sense someone coming up behind me. “You know the Beta is looking for you Sam?" A deep voice behind me said. "You're ruining the moment, Evan." I mumbled as I let my head fall to the ground in a soft thud, a crumple sound of the dry leaves follow in my wake.Honey brown hair falls around my face and shoulders, blending into the leaves beneath me. The wavy hair curls around them, twisting and latching on to each and every one of them, trying to stay grounded to any amount of sanity left. There I sat, soaking up the Earth's peacefulness and humanity. "Yeah, well, the moment would have been thoroughly ruined if Beta James found you first." "And you just ruined it." I opened my eyes, greeting the sunlight with a toothy smile, my hands stretched out as they grabbed more grass, pulling up slightly. The sun and earth are the only elements of tranquility that I have left, my past screwed me, and my future is screwing me now, they're the only ones who haven't started to decompose me, to ruin me yet. Even the beloved moon mocks me with it's cunning and misleading intentions. "And you're ruining the grass." "It's ruining itself." I fire back. "Oh yeah, how?" I could almost hear the smirk on his face. "Mother Nature you dimwit." +"Fair enough." He said this, as he looks around at the piles of dried leaves in the beautiful shades of orange, yellow and red. "Now come on." His voice was kind, yet stern. He's trying to manipulate me into thinking he's on my side. “Why does it have to be me?" I mumble. I turn around, laying on my stomach, looking up at him. "Out of all the girls, the only who wants to leave is imprisoned, forced to stay in this Hell hole." Evan sighs dramatically as his body slamming down on the ground next to mine, shaking the earth beside me. Leaves swoosh up behind him, dramatically floating down back to where they lay, rustling. "Sam, not everything is bad here, you know." "Says the guy who's not being forced into mating someone seven years older, you get to be mated to your soulmate, you get the freedom you want." As I thought about this I grabbed more grass, taking my anger out on it, squeezing it until all that's left are wet globs of grass and mud. "Everyone treated me different since it happened, but I am the same person...Beta James only wants me for my blood, not for me, but for the blood." "Sam?" I nod my head in acknowledgement, closing my eyes and relaxing as the sun slipped out of the clouds almost as if it were angry. Just like me. "Samara think about the good you're doing for the pack, everyone will love that you sacrificed your mate for this, for our pack and realize just how loyal you are. People will love you!" I sit up abruptly, throwing dirt at his chest in anger. "Don't you understand? I'm not that loyal person everyone wants and I'm not sacrificing anything, it's being taken away from me!" Angry tears filled my eyes and my breathing became heavier. "I hate this." He looks down at his chest mumbling about my rudeness, as he brushes it away. "You'll be Beta Female." He tried again to calm me but all I did was throw more dirt at his already muddy jacket. "No, I'll be a breeder for the future Beta bloodlines." I stand up swiftly, I need to leave. "Evan I can and will never be able to get over he did to me." I spit out as I turn and walk away. He stands up too, following me. "But you're doing it for the pack, for Beta James." A loud slap rang throughout the forest and my hand stings from the impact. "And I'm doing this for myself."His eyebrows knit together in confusion as he absentmindedly rubs his red cheek. "What? Doing what?" He says quietly, disbelieving. "Running." I announce proudly. "As in away? Like running away?" He waves his hands around, gesturing towards the woods that surround us. I slap him upside the head. "Duh." My jean covered 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 autumn leaves crunch under my feet as the rocks sliced into them, but my drive was controlling me, not pain. My breathing was rough and heavy, my wolf was screaming to come out, pushing her way into the real 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 to much, too much about what mylife would be like when I became rouge or would I try to join a pack. Would they let me in when they knew a powerful Beta was after me? No. I flinched at the distant sounds of howls, my legs pushed harder and my arms pumped faster. I can make, I know I can. I let out a growl as I push myself to the point where I know I can't go any faster, my body can't take it. I can't is 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. My body slams roughly into the cold hard ground, mud splatters into my mouth as I gasp out from the impact as his body collapses onto mine not even trying to keep his weight off of me. He hovers above me as his nose runs along my dirty cheek, sniffing me, inhaling my scent. His fingers caresses my hips as his lips hover above my earlobe. "Gotcha." His rough voice brings chills down myaway. "Take her to the cells." The guards obediently step towards me, the taller of the three comes first, taking hold of my shoulder and squeezes tightly showing his strength to me, as the other two grab my arms and start to drag me towards the cells. I quickly dug my feet once again into the grungy ground trying my hardest to fight free. I bring my arms towards my chest and as soon as I feel the guards follow my movements I thrust my arms out, causing them to stumble backwards. They recover quickly and commence their approach towards the target, me. This time the taller one stays behind as the others approach with caution, as they circle me as I stay in my defensive stance, waiting. The man to the right attacks first, getting impatient with the lack of action and that was his first mistake, making the first move. He steps down on his left foot, pushing off with his right, lunging at me from the side. I quickly dodge the attack, bringing my elbow down right below his shoulder blade while using my other hand to flip him over my leg, he lands roughly on his back in the dirt. The man to my left is more careful watching my moves and I use this to my advantage. I fake a move to the right and he lunges towards me, I leantowards the left dropping down and kicking my leg out causing him to fall to his knees. As I stand up I bring my knee down on the ground thrusting my leg upwards, catching him in the face. With his head falling backwards I stand up pinching down on the pressure point between his neck and shoulder, he falls to the ground, limp. I turn around facing the taller one. "You ready?" I ask bringing up my hand to whip the dirt of my lips on my grey sleeve. "The real question is, are you ready?" "That's so stupid." I bring up my hand, flicking a stray hair out of the way. He growls at my comment. I notice the anger now fueling his movement. He steps forward throwing a punch in my direction, I dodge it with agile but miss the second one he throws, hitting my face with such great strength. I fall backwards onto my bum and I can taste the metallic blood enter my mouth. The black dots swirl in front of my eyes, teasing me. Although it hurts I crawl onto my feet standing up with my knees bent awaiting, slightly swaying and unbalanced. He throws me a glance before charging at me before I even have a chance move I'm shoved forwards and the tall guy rams into me sending me tumbling down. Spitting the dirt and sweat out, I glare towards the attacker; he approaches me with a victorious spring in his step. "Only those who are accustomed to losing, feel the need to play dirty." "Luckily, I don't lose." The guards haul me off my feet, miraculously all of them are perfectly fine as my body groans in pain, as they start towards the cells a voice stops them. "Unless of course you want to denounce your statement?" His eyes sparkle with the evil inside him. "I could just forget what I heard if you agree to my proposal of the bonding between us as mates?" I spit at his feet, curling my bloody lips up and showing off my white teeth. "f**k Off" "Take her away.