His Rogue Luna

Emma's POV A little version of me runs up to my parents screaming, "Mommy, Daddy he's coming to get me!" My parents start to giggle when I start to scream "stop, please", and laugh while a little boy tickles me. Eventually I got out of his grasp, and ran over to my favorite uncle, Micah, though I couldn't pronounce his name so I just called him Mickey. He picked me up and twirled me around, then said he had a present for me. He handed me a beautifully wrapped box, I excitedly grab the box and rip the paper, I'm about to open the box, when I wake up. I am constantly plagued with dreams of my family and old pack, it's as if the moon goddess wants me to suffer for s**t that I didn't do. My thoughts drift to what I would be like if I hadn't been through so much tragedy. --Flashback-- I had been playing with the Beta's son when we decided that we were hungry, we arrived in the kitchen together, and our mother's started gushing about how great it would be if we ended up mates. I didn't know what that was, and normally I would've asked, but instead I said, "I don't want a mate, I'm hungry and I want a sandwich." At that every adult in the room laughed and some patted me on the head, I'd wondered what that was about , but I was hungry, so I ignored it and gave my full attention to my sandwich. I snapped out of my trance by my father, the Alpha, screaming through the mindlink, "ROGUES." Almost immediately my mother picked me up and started running faster than I believed possible, even for a werewolf. I get dropped suddenly and when I can see clearly, I notice my mother is shifted and fighting a rogue twice her size, and yelling at me to run, I didn't want to leave my mom, but I ran anyway, having Alpha blood I was faster than most wolves, but I was tackled to the ground anyway. A very ugly rogue was standing on me growling. He kept me there for what seemed like hours before he was joined by hundreds of other rogues. A man with a creepy smirk came up to me and asked who I was and I hesitantly replied, "Emma." I knew what my mommy and daddy had said about rogues, that you can't trust them at all. Someone behind me hit me over the head and knocked me out. When I woke up I was in what looked like a surgical lab with a bunch of knives beside the table I was strapped to. I accidentally groaned when I tried to sit up, alerting he guards that I was awake, and they must have told someone, because not long after, the creepy man from last night came in smirking, "Hello, Emma," he said, smirk fading when I chose to ignore him. I felt my head jerk to the side, and by the painful stinging on my cheek, I knew he had slapped me. The alpha in me wouldn't tolerate being disrespected so I gave in to my impulses, and looked him in the eyes, and spat in his face. I closed my eyes and prepared for being slapped again, or worse, but it never happened. I slowly opened my eyes to reveal him smirking again. Confusion clouded my features, so he must've taken that as a cue to explain. "I should punish you, but you have spirit, you would've made an excellent Alpha," he laughed, flashed his his signature smirk, and walked out. As he left he nodded at the thugs guarding my door, they smiled, and I wanted to cringe, and the came over to me and started to rip my clothes off and they raped me, as I cried and begged them to stop. The months that I spent there could only be described as my own personal hell. After what had happened when I had gotten kidnapped, I promised myself I would never again cry, or be weak and not be able to defend myself. --End of Flashback-- I was snapped out of my thoughts when I caught the scent of another rogue. I shifted into my streaked grey wolf and got into a defensive crouch. Suddenly I was surrounded by 5 rogues, denying any and all chance of escape. FML. I lunged for the rogue in front of me and ripped his throat out. Simultaneously, the four remaining rogues jumped on me and one ripped out a chunk of my stomach, and the others were attacking my back and face. I shook them off, shifted back and grabbed my knife. they lunged again, but this time I was prepared, stabbing one in the stomach, and breaking another's neck. I started to run hoping I could get away, but one pushed me to the ground and landed on top of me making me drop my knife. We wrestled for a while but eventually I got on his stomach straddling him, and crushed his ribcage. Picking up my knife, I glared at the final rogue and started to advance on him he stared at me with fear in his eyes before starting to run into the forest. "No loose ends," I mumbled to myself, and threw my knife with perfect accuracy into his spine killing him instantly. The adrenaline started to wear off and I could feel just how much the fight had taken out of me. It was just then that I had noticed that the sun had gone down. My stomach rumbled loudly announcing the fact that I hadn't eaten in a couple days. s**t. I made myself a mental note to go hunting tomorrow, and at that I drifted off into a restless sleep.