His Luna

Chapter 2

I sat against a concrete wall, looking absently out

through the silver bars, longingly. It has been three days since they placed me here, yes I have been fed properly and all, but I missed the outside world greatly. All I have seen so far is the people who bring me my food, the guards stationed here in this Hell hole, Beta James, and a small group of four prisoners brought in the early afternoon.

The only way I can tell what time it is, is by the type of food I am brought. Toast and fruit in the

mornings, a ham and cheese sandwich at lunch,

and vegetables with a bun and slice of chicken in

the evenings. I guess you could say I am being fed

quite nicely for a prisoner and I won't argue with

you, but I think the only reason I am fed this way is because Beta James is still trying to win me over. He comes every night trying to persuade me to think it over before I make my final decision. Whathe doesn't understand is that I already have made that decision the day he changed my life.

I am brought out of my thoughts when I hear a

strong female voice say,

“psst, over here." from the cell next to mine. My head slowly falls to my right,looking at a young woman, maybe twenty-five.

"Yes, how can I help you?" I ask, my voice dripping

with sarcasm. What do these people want, a girl

cannot wither away by herself?

"No need for the tone, girl." She sneers clinically,

the others in the cell move over, quickly engaging

the conversation. "I'm here to help."

"Shoot, I am up for about anything right now." A

small smile works her way up onto her lips,

meeting her eyes, they shine brightly as I say this.

"That's good to hear. Now listen hear, you're that

girl that Beta James wants to mate with right?" I

shudder when she says this, I hate that dirty

bastard.

"Why? You want him, be my guest he is not mine."

I chuckle quietly.

"No we don't want him, we want you."

I stand up with my legs a little shaky I make my

way towards the silver bars, I am careful to not

touch the metal itself.

"...and why would you want me?"

"We do not want you per say, but your help.""Are you the leader or something, are you planning

on having your group of whatever attacking this

pack?" I start to pace I cannot allow let them kill

people in the pack, I am not going to be responsible for having their blood on my hands, Beta James is the exception.

A male steps closer chuckling, "No she is not our

leader, silly girl, Alpha Leonov is our leader.

“It feels as though cold hands had reached out from a mist, draping me in a curtain of fright. The whisper of the name itself, crawls down my spine, spilling terror into my bloodstream. Following the path to my heart, my body tenses and slowly I fall, down onto the cold ground, chilling me further.

Leonov is the Alpha of the Vernost Pack, a genocidal maniac in his own right. The pack immigrated from Russia to The United

States twenty-five years ago after their former

Alpha's mate was abducted and brought to

America. In search for her they thought it was

wise to move the pack here, so they could know the land and make it easier to send out search parties. They destroyed hundreds of small packs around the area creating more land to fuel their selfish needs, in total their land stretches from the

southern part of New York through Pennsylvania

and the northern parts of Ohio. Their pack destroyed many lives, killing innocents all as a

cause of one selfish man. A year later, the late Alpha Leonov found his mate in a hideout somewhere in New Jersey, when he got there he not only found his mate but his unknown son which they conceived together a few days before her taking. He hastily took them back to their new home, cherishing his newly found wife and son. Their life seemed to be like a fairy tale, the knight and shining armor saved his damsel in distress, and now they lived happily ever after in their new land with their healthy, baby son. But if only that were true, years later the bloodthirsty cartel were out for revenge and sought out to murder his precious mate for killing their men. One night the Luna was out for a walk in the woods, far from the pack village with her oldest son of two, Dmitri. The moon was out and shining up above when the attack came, the group quickly took hold of the young boy using him as bait for the mother. She quickly got down on her hands and knees and begged for them to not hurt her beloved son, who was thrashing in the hands of their leader.

The man implied that they would not kill the boy,

if the mother would take his place. Without

hesitation, the mother shook her head in agreement. The hold on the boy loosened and he

told him to leave unless they wanted to join his

mother's fate. The boy looked at his mother on the ground, crying on her knees begging him to run, never has he seen such a powerful lady so

desperate. The young boy ran into the trees, hiding among the bushes calling for his father through the pack link for help. As he was waiting he watched his mother not knowing what was to become of her. He watched them beat her, he watched knowing he couldn't do anything and that his father was at least ten minutes away. After a few minutes they grew tired of the bloody mess on the ground, the man who was holding him earlier pulled out a silver gun pointing it at the mother. The wolf in the boy knowing what was about to take place let out a menacing, animalistic growl. He ran out to the crowd as he heard the gunshot ring throughout the trees, he shifted into his true form and right then he became the youngest Lycan in history to shift. He attacked the group killing them all, not soon after his father came and they mourned her together.

His father blamed him for her death. "Why couldn't you I have done something! You should

have tried harder, boy. You killed her! It's all your

fault, this is because of you. You are no son ofmine." Abuse followed, the boy was turned into

something unimaginable. Not many years later he challenged his father for the title of Alpha, not only did he receive the title ofAlpha, but of a enormity in their race; he became the nightmare all feared. He killed his father making him and his younger brother the only living Leonov's left. With this power Alpha Leonov and his brother, Beta Leonov, left a m******e across the eastern side of America. I grew cold once again at the thought of his name.

"Why are you here? Why do you want my help?" I

ask very confused and concerned.

"We came here for negotiations and your pack

betrayed us, locking us up in here. We need your

help in getting out, our pack is coming tonight to

rescue us and we need you to show us the quickest and easiest way out of here." The woman from before announces.

"Why? I thought you guys were superior to us?" I

pick up a small grey stone throwing it up and

down, questioning their motives. I look up to their

confused faces, "Well?"

"We just want to leave with the least amount of

casualties and injuries, that's all.""All the stories, all the rumors-"

"Exactly all of the rumors, now girl I do not see you as somebody who believes in all this nonsense."

"Some of it must be true, there is too much for it

not to be partly factional." I cry out.

"Lower your voice, girl. Before we all get caught!"

The lady in the front yells at me in a hushed tone.

"And for you information all that you think true

is all changed from the real truth, we are not

monsters, none of us were, are, or will be. It's not

how we live."

I sit down next to the silver bars and bring my head up to look her in the eyes, "So you will truly let me

go? No surprises?"

"Yes."

"And as soon as I get you all out safely, you will let

me leave immediately?"

"Of course, we have no further need for you after

then."

"You promise?"

"On my life."

"Only on two conditions."

"And what are these conditions?" She stands up

straighter, leaning her head towards me and

narrowing her eyes, trying to look more frightening and superior.

"First you keep your promise." She nods her head

understanding my first request. "And secondly you

stop calling me girl, you are not much older than

me. It is quite degrading in my opinion." She

smiles at this one, waving the others over. They

come closer, the glint in their eyes shows the

excitement they have towards the deal.

Taking my hand in hers she says, "We have a deal."

And we shake hands in a firm, yet friendly

handshake, signing our agreement.

"What do we do now?" I ask.

She walks over to the other side of their cell, sitting down she sighs and the other step back towards her. She runs her hand through her dirty auburn hair and rests her elbows on her knees, looking towards me in a bored manner. She mutters two words that make me anxious.

“We wait."

For several hours my eyes were closed as I leaned

"Fair enough, but," I throw the small rock up once

more, allowing it to fall to the ground in a puff of

dust.

“How do I know you're not going to double

cross me?" They all look at one another, thinking.

"We have no need to kill you we know that you

would never help your pack and that you have a

good enough heart to not betray the people who

help you."

"Pft, I'm the one needing help out, not the other

way around." I cross the cell coming closer to them.

"What can you do to help me, that's enough for me not to spill on you."

The woman smiles showing off her pearly whites,

she leans closer to the bars and whispers, "We'll set you free."

"Really? I mean truly let me leave, you won't hunt

me down or send me to the wrong place?"

"Why do you think of we hold such distrust?" A

older man questions me, his voice filled with

disappointment.

"You belong to the Vernost Pack, why shouldn't I

question you?"

"Why should you?" He questions obviously

displeased with my answer."Anfisia ne znayete navernyaka, yelsi budet Al'fa

otputstit' yeye."

“Anfisia you do not know for sure if the Alpha will let her go.

When the older guy started talking in Russian, I got pissed, whatever they are saying I should be able to hear.

"Ya uzhe poprosil yego, ne imeyut nikakikh zabot

druga." I have already asked him, no worries

friend.

"Excuse me but I don't appreciate the foreign

language."

"I'm sorry, Vlad here thought we still needed to

keep secrets from you. Do not worry girl, I have

assured him that we can speak freely in your

presence."

"Then why would you reply in Russian?"

"My apologies, I am used to responding in my

mother tongue." As Anfisia says this she stands up, reaching her hand slowly through the bars, careful not to touch the deadly silver. "Do we have a deal, girl?" I look down at the extended hand, thinking it over. If anything were to happen I could always high tail it out of there, I doubt they would waste their time on me.

"What's been said has been said, you can't take it

back." Anfisia says sharply.

"I know...I'm not sorry for saying it, but I'm sorry

for why I said it."

I look up to meet her blue eyes that hold nothing

but wonder. Her hazel hair frames her dirty face in

small wavy locks and her light pink lips drop

creating a small opening, she starts to move them

as if she was going to ask me a question.

Suddenly, a loud grunt is heard from down the hall and the scuffing of feet and paws hitting the

concrete floor. Everyone moves towards the bars,

careful not to touch the burning silver, but close

enough to see down the gloomy hall. Two people

and five wolves come barreling down the cold hall, I jump in surprise when Vlad yells to get ready to leave, my heart is beating so hard I think everyone could hear it.

The two men come with pliers, breaking open the

Russians cell with three easy clips at the silver.

They all tumble out of the cell with joy, the wolves

start running back the way they came. Anfisia falls

into the arms of a sandy blonde haired man, he

kisses her pale cheeks, nose, forehead and finally

leaving a longing kiss on her pale, pink lips.

One of the men bark an order in Russian and all

the wolves start running, leaving me here.

"Wait!" Anfisia yells, pointing at me. "She comes

with.'

The two men come back with the pliers, I then hear the satisfying sound of three crunches, as the silver bars break underneath the great strength of two warriors.

"Thank you." I gasp gratefully.

"Yeah, let's move out." One of the men with

caramel blonde hair yells, pointing towards the five awaiting wolves at the end of the hall.

I nod my head, running in that direction.

"The quickest and safest way out is to go left

towards the bend in the river on the north side of

the boundary line. The only problem is the forest

gets denser when you near the line." We take a

sharp right in the hall, sliding on the warm blood

cascaded on the floor, my stomach churns as I look into the face of our assistant training instructor, Lionel. I push the thought out of my mind and run faster, pumping my arms harder. "So I would suggest climbing the trees, because it's a faster route."

The blonde man from before turns and smiles at

Anfisia, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"This is why you brought her?"

She shares the same smirk as him before saying,

"I'm always ahead of the game, Luka."

"That you are love, that you are." He grabs her and

they run hand in hand as the Russians and I sprint

off into the crisp night air, danger lurks around

every corner. One could feel the power radiating off them, the coldness their eyes hold and the grit in their punches. We quickly assent into the woods, no one has seen us yet and I'd like to keep it that way.

Anfisia holds up her right hand, she slowly rotates

her body towards the rest of us. The warmth of her breath, comes out in soft white puffs around her hand. She looks towards the group on her left, they consist of two females, both significantly tall and tan; one lean and agile with black hair and sturdy and firm with light brown curls, and one very tall man with dark skin. She points towards them, sticking up her two first fingers and swinging her arm around towards the boundary line. They depart instantaneously, vaulting into the trees with ease and agility. They quickly start leaping from tree to tree, and all you could see was their dark shadows in the moonlight. Anfisia glances to the group of five on her right, my left, she repeats the same hand signal and the spring into action following the first group, but leading farther west as the first group went northeast. Finally she looks at the last group, mine, she silently creeps closer with Luka at her side.

"Okay we are not splitting apart, but leading in a

triangle, we come in waves, now Samara you will

need to just stick close and follow in our lead, you

don't know our style and we are not debriefing it to you either. Once you leave us you will be

considered rouge, and ultimately the enemy. If we

run into trouble you leave it to us and stay out of

the way, Okay?"

"I can fight for myself Anfisia."

"But when it comes to one of your pack mates, you will hesitate, I saw the look you had when we

passed your deceased comrade in the hall."

"But I can fight. I can help."

"Just stay out of the way Samara." Vlad grumbles

beside me, he moves toward Anfisia.

"My berem nizinu, da?" We take the low ground,

yes? Vlad asks.