The golden Luna Doctor

Chapter 2

-THEIA-

One by one, a bunch of women and men emerged from the container, their figures gleaming menacingly in the moonlight. Some were already in their wolf form. Moving silently like shadows, they dispersed throughout our pack. Panic took over my body and I knew I had to act quickly.

I sprinted out of the kitchen, racing upstairs to warn my family. Bursting into my parents' room, I shouted, unable to keep calm, "Mom! Dad! We're under attack! There is an enemy pack inside our gates."

My parents jumped out of bed in a hurry. "What's going on, Theia?" my father asked with a firm tone, before rushing from the bedroom, us following behind.

I picked up my pace to keep up with him. "The container was filled with warriors. I have no idea who they are, but they are all over the pack now." I replied, causing my mom's face to go pale.

"How could they pass the gates undetected, Pierce?" My mom's voice was dripping with anxiety.

My dad stopped for a moment, probably mind-linking someone, before answering my mom. "According to Hector, it’s the Silver Moon Pack." His words made her shudder. "That witch came with them. She probably cast a spell to mask their scents."

The pack house was waking up startled from their slumber. The once silent corridors were now bustling with people. As we descended the stairs, the sounds of fighting reached our ears, and dread settled in my stomach. Taken by surprise, in the middle of the night, our pack was struggling to block the intruders. They were not many, but they were cunning and better prepared.

Several of our warriors had already assembled in front of the pack house, awaiting my father's instructions. Pausing in the doorway before leaving, my dad turned to me. "Theia, gather the children and those unable to fight and take them to the basement. Helen, stay here with them."

"No! I'm coming with you. You know I'm the reason he's here," my mom protested, her chin defiantly raised, lips pursed.

My dad took a deep breath, knowing better than to go against her. "Fine. But stay behind." Then he moved out of the house, years of experience guiding his actions to defend his pack.

I stayed inside with a few omegas, bringing the people who were seeking shelter to our safe room in the basement. Their faces were stamped with fear. I wish I could be in the front lines, helping the others to protect our home, but I haven't trained enough for that. It would be a weak point, especially without a wolf.

Outside, the once peaceful pack echoed with the sounds of struggle. Shouts, grunts, and cries created a symphony of horror, making my heart pound like crazy. Would our people be able to stop the attack?

Our enemies tricked us, and it was entirely my fault. They only came here because I wanted a stupid car. Sure, they were clever and took advantage of the situation, but none of this would have happened if I hadn't been so shallow.

After the last of our people went inside, I couldn't stay still anymore. This was my homeland, and I wanted to help defend it in any way I could.

When I reached the front door, I suddenly heard my mother scream from the outside.

"No! Stop this madness, son! This is not who you are." my mom pleaded.

"What do you know? You left me behind when I was only seven and never came back. Now I'll bring you back home with me." a deep voice boomed. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't identify the person.

"Her home is here!" My father shouted. "And we tried, so many times to reach you, but Hecate didn’t let us."

Stepping out of the house, I was met with chaos. Our pack had become a battlefield under the eerie glow of the moon, the smell of blood and dirt filling the air. As I scanned the area, I spotted my uncle Hector’s wolf locked in combat with three smaller wolves. Our friends, our family, our neighbors—everyone was bravely fighting for their lives, for their home. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of my parents' figures.

Deeply terrified, I approached close enough to see their faces clearly. My mom was in tears, and my father had a menacing expression. Opposite them, a slightly older woman with long red hair glared at them with intense hatred. She was likely the witch he mentioned.

"That's a lie! You are a liar and a cheater, Pierce Troyer. Because of you, a family was destroyed. Your time is up." The red-haired woman raised her hands and unleashed a ball of glowing energy that shot straight towards my father.

The following moments happened in a blur.

Funny, because those very moments would replay endlessly in my mind for years to come, like a horror movie.

My mom jumped in front of my father’s body, shoving him aside and being hit in full by the energy blast. She let out a soft cry before collapsing to the floor, lifeless.

"Noooo!" my dad roared in agony. His tortured scream rose above the chaos of the battle, reverberating through the ground. He dropped to his knees, gently caressed my mom's face, and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Moments later, he stood up, transformed into his wolf form, and charged at the redhead.

But before he reached her, a black wolf larger than life, with cerulean eyes, pounced at him.

My father's brown wolf bared his teeth and sank them into the black wolf's belly, deep enough to tear the flesh. The blood was seeping through the wound, but the black wolf did not even wince, and attacked back. No matter how many blows my father's wolf landed, the black wolf blocked them all. Finally, it leaped at my father's neck and, with one powerful bite, broke it.

In one heartbreaking moment, my father fell.