The Forbidden Luna

Chapter 7 - Amaris and the Jane Doe

AMARIS

I stepped over the threshold of the door.

I saw the doctors notes hooked over the bottom of the bed, so I went straight over to that and had a quick flick through.

Date: Sunday 27th September 2020

Name: Jane Doe

Age: 17, she is healing more rapidly than she should be without a wolf so her wolf must be arriving soon.

Height: 5 foot 3 inches

Weight: 100 pounds. Underweight, but lean muscle mass. Jane Doe has lived off a forage based diet in the wild for at least 3 years.

There are no obvious wounds on her body. She has some scars from her years living in the wild but they should heal once she gets her wolf. Jane Doe had one dose of Xylazine and Atropine injected into her via her neck. As she is a werewolf this will wear off in roughly 96 hours, from the time of injection.

I glance down at my fitbit. It is 1.13am on the 29th September. She still had just over 3 days to go.

I crick my neck, sighing, as I clip the board back over the bottom of the bed.

"Just one look can't hurt" Wen whispers to me. I roll my eyes at her, before pulling a chair over to the bed and straddling it backwards. I see her hand over the blanket, perfect golden skin. I move my eyes higher, following up her arm. Fiery red curls float around her shoulders. I feel my mouth getting drier as I rake my eyes up higher. Her clavicle nestled perfectly in her neck as I follow my eyes up past her jawline. Her heart shaped face makes my heart stop entirely, full lips slightly parted, her cute little button nose complimenting her face perfectly. Dark, thick eyelashes rest against her cheeks as she breathes in and out.

Fuck. I shouldn't be here. I can't be here. Without even realising it my hand reaches out to brush her curls off her face. Sparks erupt inside me as I touch her, and she stirs slightly, a small smile forming on her face. Wen is rolling around on her back inside me.

I stand back abruptly, knocking the chair over.

Cinnamon and roses.

I walk backwards out of the room, keeping my eyes on her for as long as possible, before turning on my heel and sprinting back to my room.

After 3 and a half hours of tossing and turning, my alarm goes off for training. I haven't slept in over 24 hours. Training is going to be brutal.

I change into my workout clothes again and take the long way down to the training grounds to start my warmup.

Anthony is already in front of the pack, going through the basic warm up stretches. We have 3 levels of training for our pack members, depending on their age and personal duties. As Gamma, Anthony's duties were primarily based on ensuring the training was up to scratch and making sure that out trackers, rangers, guards and defences were the best they could be. Anth was amazing at his job, in the three years since he took over our training had increased exponentially and even omegas were getting involved now. Our security measures were second to none (in part helped by the Pack business) and the Lunar Pack was a modern day functioning fortress. The Skogteigen nature reserve had an area of roughly 100 miles long by 30 miles wide and our pack had been built right in the heart of it, in an area that humans weren't allowed to travel to since 1914.

The pack grounds themselves were substantial, covering an area of 7 miles long and 5 miles wide. Our outside walls were 2 metres deep and 20 feet tall. Inside the outer walls we had a thriving town built up, with spare cottages for visiting guests and for when our population grew. We had a school and a town shop for everything pack members might need, as travelling in and out of the reserve could get tiresome. We had a lake in the centre of the grounds, plenty of trees and vegetation, a farming area where we grew our own vegetables and pack runs around our territory, for when our wolves wanted to run free within the reserve.

While the grounds were large, and the outer walls needed constant reinforcement, Anthony was good at his job. Rogues were spotted and dealt with immediately and we had had no security breaches for over twenty years. Anthony had, after all, learnt from the best, the previous Gamma, his father.

The three levels of training each had their own trainer overseeing different aspects. Anthony oversaw the majority of it.

Training started at 4.45am every morning. The first level started with the warmup stretches before going into basic combat training. Everyone aged 14+ participated in this, as everyone needed to be able to defend themselves, especially with the ever present danger of the Hunters. After the combat training the entire pack ran one lap around the lake in human form. Sarah, our PE teacher, then oversaw the cooldown for the children, teachers, and kitchen omegas, before they all headed back to their respective homes and got ready for school or started on the breakfast for the pack after training. The first level of training would be finished by 6am, giving everyone who needed it plenty of time to get ready for the day ahead.

The second level of training was for all of our pack members who were 16+. After the three laps around the lake we headed back to our training grounds and had more intensive combat training, including kick boxing and light MMA. After twenty minutes of sparring, we would then run 2 laps around the lake in human form. This would take us to roughly 6.45am, and the omegas (cleaning, hospital, spa, shop keepers, and farmers) as well as the pack members under 18 would then have their own cooldown ran by Evie, Anthony's younger sister. They would finish by 7am.

The last hour would be a pack run for everyone left. Level three was strictly kept for the trackers, guards, rangers and ranked members of the pack. We would finish off our training in wolf form, half of us running around the outside of the outer wall, half of us running on the inside of the outer wall, led by myself and Anthony respectively. This allowed us to see how the wall was faring on both sides daily, to see how it was doing and where it might need potential patching up.

At the end of the pack run we would change back into our human form and clothes and have a ten minute cooldown, finishing at roughly 7.45. While normal wolves can generally only run 5 miles per hour at a lope, we had been pushing ourselves for years to reach the speed we were capable of.

Another reason not many people wanted to cross the Lunar Pack- we trained the hardest out of most packs in Europe, if not all packs in Europe, and it showed.

After training, the majority of us now drenched in sweat, I headed up to my floor to shower, opting to use the elevator over the stairs. I entered my floor and headed to my room, stripping and chucking my workout clothes down the laundry chute, before heading into my en-suite and turning the shower on high. I quickly wash myself down, lathering my dual shampoo/ conditioner into my hair, the suds dripping down my back. I dunk my head under the shower head, rinsing my hair out before washing any mud or grime off my body. I close my eyes and fiery red curls fill my mind. The smell of cinnamon and roses floods my senses as I imagine what it would feel like to actually make her my Luna, the rush as I bit down on her marking spot, making her mine forever.

My goddess, she was literally made for me...

She was thin, a little too thin, but a few weeks of Mrs. Danvers meals would fatten her up in no time. It wasn't to be helped, I suppose. She had been living wild for years, it was a miracle she had fed as well as she did, considering she didn't have a wolf to hunt for her.

"We need to keep her safe, Ama," Wen said to me.

"I know, I know. She can have a home here until she turns 18 at least. She won't be able to sense we are her mate until then. She can get her wolf and then leave. It's better that way." I reply, rinsing off my body.

"Says who? I don't think it's better that way." Eirwen retorted, hackles rising.

"You know what will happen if I say I have a fated female mate! We wouldn't be able to continue the family line, who would take over as Alpha after me? Because we wouldn't be able to continue on the family line, I would be challenged for Alpha and people would be more likely to back someone who can produce an heir! The Agnar family have held this pack for hundreds of years! I will not be the Alpha that loses it." I reply sharply.

"Mother always has a way, Ama. She wouldn't give you a female mate and no way to continue on your family line. Yes it is impossible for us, but there is magic in the world. Anything is possible. You just need to believe in your future and your bond with our Luna. I can't wait til I meet her wolf," Wen replied, ending in a wistful tone.

I roll my eyes inwardly at her, wringing out my hair and grabbing a towel, wrapping it around myself.

I dry myself off, tying my damp hair up in a bun, before heading to my closet. My closet was huge, but only half full. The other half would be for my future Luna. f**k. Scratch that. The other half would be for my future mate. I peruse my clothing, before settling on my usual white button down shirt and tie, belt, black jeans, and brogues. I pull on a pinstriped waistcoat and blazer, as I am heading into the office after breakfast. I generally work from home, but I try to head into the office once or twice a week. While working from home is a perk of being the CEO of Agnar Enterprises, I do like to try and keep up appearances and it is nice to get out into the city.

I spritz some of my favourite perfume, Jean Paul Gaultier Le Male, on my neck and wrists before heading downstairs.

When I get downstairs the rest of the pack and ranked members are already seated. While we do have a smaller dining room for ranked members, I started eating in the pack dining room for breakfast so that the entire pack can eat together after training every day. It helps keep the pack together and it's nice spending breakfast with everyone.

After breakfast I head out to the Air Strip. Whenever we go into the city for work we generally take the helicopter, unless we have more than 4 going in. Today it's just me and Anthony, so the helicopter is large enough for us to get in and out with ease. Anthony's job within the pack was Head of Security and Training. It made sense due to that to have him be Head of Security at the firm, as that way he would have access to everything he needed to protect the pack at any second of the day.

Erik also had a job at the firm, and his job there also mirrored his job within the Pack. As Beta, Erik was in charge of Werewolf Resources in the pack. He was in charge of ensuring payroll went smoothly, as well as enjoying everyone was satisfied with their jobs/ organising promotions where needed. He was in charge of the pack bank accounts and the Firms bank accounts, as well as the payroll, jobs, and promotions within the Firm. Due to that he only had to go into the firm once a week generally, unless something drastic happened, as it only took two hours to reach Oslo via helicopter.

We landed on our firms helicopter pad at roughly 11am, ready for the days work.

While most people had to be in for 9, again, one of the perks of being the CEO. I arrived at my office and my Personal Assistant started flirting with me, as per usual.

"You really should get rid of her you know," Wen said softly.

"Now that I have found our mate, I should. Yes." I replied. I pinged Erik an email asking him to sort out relocating her. With a pay rise and more responsibility we could move her pretty easily, I just couldn't have a girl who fancied me working as my Personal Assistant anymore. It was nice when I didn't have my mate, just flirting with a girl, no worries about the Pack or obligation, but now I had met my destined mate I couldn't imagine any other woman in my life.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly, negotiations with MI6 looking as though it would be a lucrative contract. If I managed to land this contract the firm would be set up for at least the next twenty years, and once Essie was on here working on her gadgets our output of product would go through the roof.

At 5pm Anthony and I headed back up to the helicopter pad, ready to head home for the evening.

"And see our mate?" Wen asked, hopefully.

"And check on our mate, yes." I replied.

I wouldn't be able to see her once she hit 18, I wouldn't be able to turn her down once she realised we were mates.

But I could keep an eye on her and make sure she was safe, set her up in a pack if she wanted before then.