Luna Unknown

Deception, Deception, Deception...

I ran to my jeep remembering the spare key hidden underneath the car stuck to a magnet. Eventually I would have to locate my actual keys but for now I needed to act fast as her scent was leaving the parking lot. I snagged the key from underneath and jumped into my seat, the car purring under me as I turned the key into the ignition. Almost everyone had already left the parking lot so there was almost no one there to see me speed out of there as if I were on my way to the hospital.     I was following her scent, and it only took about one mile of driving like a pissed off teenager to spot the red mustang from ahead. Now that she was in view I had to lay low. If she had any sense that I was following, my cover would surely be busted.     And as I stated before, she would learn the truth about us from me. At my discretion. When I decided. I figured that she would live closer. Being that high up on the popularity ranks in high school, I figured she would live within a few miles in one of the large housing editions with a home that had three too many bedrooms where even her servants had their own bathrooms. As we were driving, we passed two "Welcome to _ County" signs. Holy hell. Maybe she wasn't going straight home after school. Her scent was trailing off of the car a few hundred feet in front of me. Her hair flowed out of the window and her arm hung out making waves in the wind causing waves of sweet sandalwood to intoxicate me. Even with my brain in a total fizz, the logical Damen side of me was screaming in my head with unwanted thoughts. A witch had told me about my mate, a fact that I was still trying to work through. My mate ended up to be a human. An unworldly beautiful human. But also, an actress if I've ever seen one before. So good, that she had ran an entire school with just her smoothing voice. She was comparable to a blonde, ice-eyed Hitler. She was the most captivating person that I had ever been around. I couldn't think straight or look away when she was within my presence. I almost felt as though I were under a spell. It hit me then, the idea that she were a witch. That she could be friends and in ca-hoots with the witch known as Jenny. What if they were just trying to pull one over on the greatest Alpha of all time? That would be quite the trophy of accomplishments, had they pulled it off. Get the greatest Alpha to mark the coldest human possible. With such an evil Luna, It would be easy for other packs to get word and attack easily. Thoughts of them teaming up with other packs made my blood rage.     Sarah did not belong to any other pack. She belonged to me. My thoughts argued with themselves before I had a sudden realization. Jenny wreaked of magic. The smell was enough to make me tumble over and vomit. She wasn't even practicing magic when I visited with her briefly, Just the fact that it had existed there at all at any point in time was enough to send my gag reflex sailing. Sarah smelt nothing of a witch. She smelled of anything but. I've heard of witches casting spells to mask their magic, to mask their smell or appearance. However I had to give my nose some credit, surely there was no spell strong enough for this pretty little actress to wrap an Alpha around her little finger. However I did have quite the problem with underestimating magic in the past.     This is why I was following her. To learn more. To figure out just how big of a problem I have on my hands. And to keep myself calm and focused. Once I saw her, all I wanted to was grab her by the back of the head and find out just how sweet those lips would taste as my tongue caressed them. I got pulled out of my thoughts as we passed another "Welcome to _ County" sign. f**k, how far were we going? I was going to need to stop for gas soon. A move I couldn't afford. I couldn't lose her. Especially while she was in the car with him. Thoughts of Douche Omega with his hand on her lower back sent surges of heat through my arms. My hands gripped the steering wheel so hard that imprints of my fingers remained after I had calmed myself down. f**k. I wanted to kill him. To f**k my mate over his dead body, to show him who has won this competition. I lost my thought and returned to almost normal, other than my exceedingly fast heartbeat, when we finally turned onto a country road. I was starting to get scared that the country road was going to be as long as the highway-like road we were on before. Afraid that they were taking a trip to Middle Earth on a random Thursday. The drive was pretty, however. Trees of every shade of yellow and orange towering over the sides and on top of the road. We were only driving for a few miles before they turned into exactly what I expected. A housing edition with homes that looked like they belonged in the 90210. I had to drive past the housing edition as they were turning to lure off any thoughts of me following them. Now that I knew where she was in a general area, I could turn around in a mile and follow her scent the rest of the way. The houses were huge and made of mostly brick, all appearing to be the same cookie cutter layouts yet still large and expensive.     I cockily thought to myself that my house was about the same size as most of these, if not bigger. And myself and my pack, along with my father, had built my home. With our hands and the tools of nature. Like men. The men who lived here in these houses probably didn't even know how to choose a wallpaper color. These thoughts brought on a new sense of appreciation for my parents. For my pack. For my strength. What if this were his house? My thoughts immediately switched over. Rage started to boil within my fingertips at the thought. If he touched even one hair on Sarah's head, he would be dead before he could beg for mercy.    I parked down the street far away enough to where she couldn't see me, but I could see her. For what seems like the millionth time, I thanked the Moon Goddess for my wolf and heightened abilities. I was parked in the opposite direction of his car on the street so that I could make them visible just by looking through the windshield. Facing the other way I would have had to use my aggravating rear view mirror. I sat watching them. Being able to unfocus on her face was easy as I was set into possessive mode.     I remembered all of the dates that I had taken home after hours of fun. Most of them receiving no less than a kiss as I walked with them to their front door. It was just polite. And sometimes if the kiss became hot enough, I would get invited inside and the date would continue. Just yesterday I would have gotten extremely hard getting lost inside of thoughts of all of those beautiful dates. My mind seemed so disinterested that I wondered if they really even happened. The only face I could even bring into my memory was Sarah's. It were as if I hadn't had my daily dose of her and was going through extreme withdrawal. I started panicking and felt the blood return to my face as I wondered if he was going to try to kiss her goodbye. He didn't turn the car off as they exchanged a few words. He said something and smiled, causing her to smile. Sending fire through my blood. I should be the one making my possible witch captor smile.     I thought that he was going to kiss her, he leaned in and started to close his eyes. She backed away slowly as if this were a new thing for her. I believe that she was aware of how awkward she just made the situation, so she let out what seemed to be a fake laugh and awkwardly rested her hand on his shoulder, shaking it. He looked at her and smiled, returning the same weird gesture. What was I watching? It almost looked as if they had said "Good Game" to each other and smacked each other on the ass as if they were baseball players. I was thrilled at the fact that he didn't touch her. He touched her shoulder, my wolf reminded me. I got upset and tried to swallow the anger building in my throat. For some reason, the shoulder touch really didn't offend me in the way that I was expecting. Was he all part of the act too? Was he even of age to be in high school? How far would Sarah really go to remain a queen amongst roughly four hundred people? Being with someone she doesn't love, even? My heart broke for my mate for the first time. It must be awful never truly showing who you are and going through such extensive lengths to become someone else. But then again, the new person that she created was not so great. Other than the power that she obviously swung around at school like a massive sword, and her breathtakingly beautiful aura, Sarah seemed to be a mean b***h. A smart one, one who knows exactly what to do in order to obtain her goals. Goals of destructing other peoples' lives, and then smiling in front of all of their faces as she yells and dances in front of them in a short skirt. "Witch." I told myself. Thoughts of her short skirt brought me back to reality as she had opened the car door exposing two long, glorious legs. Her white tennis shoes made it apparent that she tanned. Not often enough to look as dark as myself, which is maybe why she wore white. She got out of the car with her backpack behind her shoulder, she waved one final goodbye before almost closing the car door and getting far f*****g away from Douche Queen. She spoke but I couldn't hear what she had said, I was too far away. Apparently she had forgotten something on the floor of his car. Just grab it and send him on his merry f*****g way, I thought to myself. She retrieved out of the car finally with a relatively small white box with a golden ribbon across the top. A cake box, it would appear to be. She finally shut the door and walked to the end of the driveway, smiling at DoucheBox and waving the entire time he was pulling off. Almost as if she were waiting for him to pull away. She kept looking around, peering over her shoulder. Not as if she were looking for someone, but as if she were being watched. I started to panic inside as I wondered if she had seen me.     The red mustang was long gone and she took one final look around before heading up the driveway to the massive, modern red bricked house. Huge windows covered all sides, a wrap-around porch with a charming gazebo in the corner. I liked that the house had so many windows. It would be fairly easy to continue my stalking with so many views of the inside. She turned around and her pace changed dramatically. She was practically running up the long driveway. What was so important? She quickly dropped the cake box in front of the front door, sliding her other backpack loop over her arm. She then proceeded to run down the drive way, and down the street to the beginning of the addition, picking up speed as she did.     Where was she going? My mind was racing with questions that I couldn't answer at the moment because she was moving fast. The athletic type. I had to keep up with her without letting her feel as though she was being followed. Even though she most definitely was. I started my Jeep wishing that we weren't so out in the open. In wolf form I could catch up to her easily and rely fully on scent. Human form had to follow with a large hunk of metal, keeping a distance away.     I was good at stalking and preying. I had done it many times before. This however was the first time that I didn't have the notion to kill my prey. What I had planned for my little bird was far from death. I planned to liven every cell that contained her body. These thoughts were easy to maintain watching her run down a country road. Her long legs making her ass pop with every stride in her jolting run. She wasn't sweating at all, seemingly used to this odd behavior. As if she ran for miles down a country road every day. My mind ran to the fact that she probably did this for fun. Or to keep her wicked body in shape. Thoughts that were disrupted with the reminder that she kept looking behind her, as if she knew she were being hunted.     She never saw me, what with my being an excellent Alpha and hiding a safe distance behind. Several cars passed her and I wondered what they were thinking as they saw a goddess sprinting down the road. I could watch her run for hours at a time. Noticing a few men turning their heads driving by to get a better look let a small growl form in my throat. Was I going to have to kill every man in the world to gain some peace?     We were on the country road for a few short miles before she stopped to catch her breath. I stopped my Jeep far down the road out of view and off to side of the road. We were practically in the middle of nowhere and I couldn't just stop. It would look suspicious to onlookers. I got out of the car and opened my hood, using the prop to keep it open above my head. Just a guy with a broke down Jeep, trying to get her started back up. I laughed to myself as this was the second time today that I had blamed my vehicle for my behavior.     The coast was clear so I turned around to study Sarah, she was taking deep breaths. Not as if she were winded but rather that she was preparing herself. f**k. More running? She surprised my by turning around in one hundred and eighty degrees looking in every direction around her before slowly crossing the road staring into the wooded area on the opposite side. My mind was racing with questions, creating more with every small action that she made.     After taking twenty years to cross the road, the entire time spent making sure that no one could see her, she bolted in the woods. What in the absolute f**k? I couldn't ponder for very long as she was just as fast flying through the trees as she was on the pavement. Her movements wonderous, that of a ballerina. Hopping over sticks and stones. I tried chasing through the woods as a human staying far enough back, but I was too clumsy. Damn near falling over sticks and stepping onto the world's sharpest rocks, I decided to continue this journey of stalking my prey in wolf form.    In mid air I shifted, feeling my muscles stretch in all kinds of directions as my bones grew larger and longer. A feeling that stops being painful after your first few times shifting. The first time would leave any wolf so exhausted that they would sleep for days after. The second would be easier but the body would still be getting used to all of the unfamiliar changes and it felt rather awkward. Once you were used to it however, there was nothing more freeing than to shift into wolf form. I ran faster, more balanced. I could smell and see even greater than usual. My teeth became razor sharp, and my soft fur was a steady shade of deep black. My wolf had a look that made anyone weaker cower underneath my gaze.     I couldn't see Sarah anymore so I followed the scent, running with my paws hitting the leaves causing them to crunch beneath me. She came into view before I realized that I had gotten too close. I stood back behind a large tree and waited a moment, keeping as quiet as possible for the slight chance that she might have seen me. Listening I could hear her footsteps still fastly crunching through the woods, knowing that she didn't see or sense me.     I trailed her easier than before, my wolf was more quiet and quicker on his feet. We ran deep into the forest before I realized that I had never been here before. I had prided myself on the fact that I had been everywhere and seen everything. This was a small new woodsy area. Just a few counties away from mine. I felt disappointment course through me as I realized that I did not know where we were going because I was unfamiliar with the area. A fact that did not sit well with me. I hated being out of my own territory, giving the opponent the advantage. However this opponent was not anticipating the sort of fight that I had in mind, a thought that settled me. For once my destination didn't have to end in bloodshed.     Wasn't I just craving bloodshed this morning? After not even a whole day, I was becoming soft. I haven't even formally met my mate yet, and she was turning me into the very men and brothers that I were just damning.      I thought that I had stopped breathing all together when I set eyes on my blonde goddess's destination. A small house, in the middle of the woods. The walls were made of mostly stone. Ivy growing all over the sides in wild directions. A thought sent me to terror. A cottage. A witch's cottage. I started to shake as I realized that I was right all along. That witch Jenny had set me up with a fellow witch. My mind starting racing with questions and no answers. Wondering what pack they were working with. Wondering why use a mate as lure when I've specifically stated that anything other appealed to me more? My inner wolf piped up with "yeah right. Look at yourself."     So what if I were chasing someone? I was an Alpha. It was in my job description to find the truth. Truths like these can save packs' lives. My pack. I stayed a few hundred feet away from the house to where I couldn't be seen, however I could see perfectly. This small house had extremely less windows, a fact that did not sit well with me. I also started to question who DID live here. If I barged in at this very moment, I could potentially take down an entire witch's coven. The thought made an evil smile appear on my wolf. My pack and especially Dean wouldn't be too pleased. Until they learned the reasoning behind my actions, I suppose. They would probably be pretty pissed off for awhile but I didn't care. They all knew that I f*****g hated witches anyways. A few less to worry about never harmed anyone.     I was planning on my attack, using my senses to detect any magic and figure out which room of the small house that they were in. I got nothing. No where. Not only did it not smell bad or remotely like magic, it smelled of her. Is this what its like to be under a spell? The sweetest smell of sandalwood was blowing through the wind making my fists unclench.     I knew distinctly what magic smelled like. Ever since the witch from the past who shall not be named, I made to sure become vapidly familiar with the scent. I tried to avoid it at all costs. But if Sarah were a witch she had to practice a different form of magic. A more pure one. There was no magic that I knew that came as intoxicating as what was circling all around me. There were almost no windows on the side of the house that I were on. To be a better spy, I had to find a better spot. Still in wolf form, I kept at least 300 feet between myself and the house. If not more. I eventually circled around to a spot in between two trees that were broken on the ground almost as if someone had done it purposefully to create a seat. There was one large window that appeared to be looking into a living room. There was another window to the right of it, smaller in size and connected to a different room. I wondered at first why there were no curtains hung up. I could all too easily see anything that I wanted to from here. I guess they thought that living in the woods would keep their privacy at bay. Typically they were probably right, but not today.     With Sarah inside, this window was my television. My eyes couldn't be pulled away with a pry bar. There was a 45' television turned on in the living room playing what seemed to be old game shows. There was a red and white checkered couch a few feet away with a small coffee table separating the two. The walls were the ugliest shade of orange that I had over seen. With the red and white couch the color of the room really popped. Hints of yellow sparked through the spotty paint job. It was an almost sickening shade.     There was a man on the couch. My senses heightened at this fact and my body was paying more attention than I thought possible. He was a short man. Older. His fading to gray brown hair thinning at the top and working its way down. He was a bit overweight. He sat on the couch attentively watching the tv with his hands placed on the top of his belly. Every now and again he would chuckle at something that took place on the tv. What boring ass laughs at old game shows? Why was I sitting here watching an older guy in my free time? Where is Sarah? I could sense my mate around. I just couldn't see her.     As if the universe read my mind, she walked into the room. My heart stopped the second that I could clearly see her. Still wearing the same short skirt that she wore to school today. She walked into the room shyly, as if she didn't know if she had permission to enter. Her hands were in fists together in front of her as she stood there awkwardly behind the couch, waiting for this man -that I might have to kill- to notice her existence. I couldn't hear words, only read lips. After a few moments the man noticed her behind the couch causing him to jump in a startled manner. He immediately shook it off once he realized who it was and invited her to sit on the couch with him by patting the seat next to his twice. I was growling when she took his offer and sat down. She leaned back and crossed her legs, not appearing comfortable in the slightest bit.     They were chatting back and forth smiling occassionally. Every smile made me want to go in there and claim Sarah as my own right there in front of him. To have her beg for me to bite down on her neck. I wanted to know yet again, what was so f*****g funny? I had seen two different men make her smile now, when I alone should be the only one with that job title. I don't know how much longer I can keep this up. I was starting to mentally and emotionally exhaust myself sitting here watching her bond so closely with another man. An older man. Why was she here? She was obviously out of his league. The thought that she needed money didn't ever occur to me seeing as her house was about the size of mine. So no sugar-daddy stuff going on here.     I was about to give up and go home when a little blue car pulled up to the house. Weird, I never noticed a road or a driveway. The car stopped near the front door and out stepped a woman. A tall, slightly older blonde lady. Her hair was the same shade of Sarah's fake hair. She had on a large white coat reminding me slightly of Cruella D'vil. She wielded a few grocery bags in her hands as she walked up to the house, locking her car making a loud beep. "Yeah lady, I see a lot of car thiefs out here too." I thought to myself.     I looked through the window at Sarah. Before she just looked uncomfortable. The moment that you could hear the car outside, her whole body tensed up. She sat up straight, all traces of smiling gone from her face. She looked like someone who had just been caught. But if she were about to get caught, why did she not say anything or make an attempt to leave the room? The man just continued to sit back and laugh at his game shows, unaffected by Sarah's body language. When the tall woman opened the door to the living room she stopped immediately after seeing what was taking place. The front door was behind the couch so the two occupants couldn't see that someone had just walked in, but judging from Sarah's body, she knew.     The man continued to not notice a damn thing. Humans. The woman just stood there for a moment staring at the back of their heads while making the most disgruntled face. It looked as though she were taking mental photographs. Sarah just sat there, back straight up. She pressed her lips together and closed her eyes. Holy s**t, what was she anticipating?     The woman walked inside and dropped her grocery bags on a table off to the side. She motioned for the man and he did not notice. Looking frustrated by her efforts, she tried again. The man took light of her existence and put both of his arms out with a smile on his face. I had said earlier that the smile on Sarah's face during the pep rally was the fakest smile that I had ever seen. I was swallowing my words as I watched her fake smile turn into a fake grin. She leaned down and embraced this man, giving him a two second kiss on the lips before standing back up straight and beaming her gaze at Sarah. Did that mildly attractive lady just kiss that old couch potato? Did this man only go for "blondes" that were out of his league?     She pointed her finger and appeared to be shouting without taking breaths between words. Sarah just stayed put but put her head down so that she was staring at the hardwood floor. She was used to this sort of cinematic behavior. The woman would look at the man for reassurance through out this argument and when he would barely budge his attention away from the tv, she started yelling and pointing at him. He didn't like to be yelled at. He stood up and starting screaming back after about five minutes of watching her carry on. Sarah still sat there. Head to the ground. Not saying a word. Eventually the yelling got so intense that the only thing that could break it was a huge b***h smack, given to the man from the woman.     He stopped and glared at her through a red heated face before retreating into the other room to retrieve something. He stormed back into the living room and took his place back on the couch, revealing a bottle of whiskey. The top was off and he poured about one fourth of the bottle down his throat. He slammed the bottle down and muttered under his breath before returning to his original stance, hands folded over belly.     Sarah looked like she had enough by the way that she slowly got up and patted her skirt down. She said something short, something that looked like "excuse me" and she walked in front of the man unnoticed and by the tall blonde that I was suspecting that I didn't like very well. When she walked out of the room, I was about to shuffle about to find which window was hers. But before I could move an inch the light came on in the small window to the right of the big window. There was a curtain hanging, but it was sheer and baby blue. No match for my eyesight.     Sarah entered the room and shut the door behind her, laying her back against it as she slid down the door covering her face, crying. Again my mind raced with questions and close to no answers. Who were these people?      I felt like an i***t after I had pieced it all together. This was Sarah's house. The older man who now noticeably had similar facial features to Sarah, was her father. I felt waves of relief crash through me. He did not want my mate in that way. Perfect. Making the tall blonde her mother. Part of me wondering if that's why Sarah dyed her hair. To look more like her mother and less like her alcoholic father. It would seem as though I just witnessed a family quarrel. I felt like such a dumbass. Her scent was everywhere. She was so secretive in coming here. Her real home. From everything that I had gathered I was surprised that I hadn't seen this sooner. Of course she faked where she lived. She was the best damn actress I had ever seen. The people at school would destroy her if they saw this mess that she must call a home. "That probably means that Lé Douche doesn't actually know where lives." I thought to myself, causing me to smile from ear to ear.     Maybe there was some purity within my mate after all. The man part of my brain demanding that we go in there at this very moment and fix just how pure she is, leaving my scent all over her. There probably couldn't be a worse time to think dirty about my mate.     The tears were really spewing, causing her face to turn maroon while gasping for air in between cries. Again I felt sorry for my mate. Feeling no pride in knowing who she really is. I transferred my thoughts to her surroundings, not being able to watch her cry any longer. Her room was small. A light shade of pink. She had a twin bed with what appeared to be clean pink sheets. The only other thing in her room was a white dresser with a large antique mirror sitting on top of it with a closet door to the side of it. I took in her surroundings and then focused on Sarah, still sitting in front of the closed door, still crying.     Seeing her cry was causing me physical pain. The muscles in my arms wanting to reach out and hold her. To help her forget any reason for ever being sad. She wasn't crying as though she had lost a family argument. She was crying as though she had lost something. Someone. As though everything that she could ever want was millions of worlds away. "I'm right there with ya, babe." I thought to myself.     Seeing how my body and brain reacted to her sadness, I decided to give this up. Stalking was officially not fun anymore. If I wanted to have any real fun with my mate I was going to have to meet her. I remembered to earlier today when I could sense how wet she was getting just by staring at me in the eyes. I licked my lips as I thought about all of the fun that we could have. All of the fun that we were about to have.     Sarah was going to introduce herself to me tomorrow, I had a plan. An awesome two-birds one-stone plan that I started to get excited about. I turned to the woods about to take off to home when I caught the tail end of Sarah's parents' argument. The mother finished off by screaming a long spew of probable nonsense at her father before retreating back out of the front door. Annoyed, the dad flipped his bottle of whiskey upside down and almost drank the entire thing. Whoa. This dude would be a legend had his situation not been so sad. He turned the TV to maximum volume.     Walking out of the front door crying, the mother slammed the door on her way out. Once the door was shut, her face changed. She used the sleeve of her over sized coat to dab away some makeup threatening to leave her face. Was she smiling? She was definitely smiling. A cold smirk gradually formed across her face, making it appear rather scary. The only thing that anyone could hear was the sound of the extremely loud game shows and the cries coming from the little window, belonging to Sarah.     She got into her car and drove away, the smirk never once leaving her face. So this is where Sarah gets her amazing acting lessons from. I sighed as I realized just how much work I had to do. First thing was first, I had to get home and link with the pack. I haven't spoken to them all day and I've been too far for any link to have reached me. They're probably all worried shitless. Like I'm not the Alpha or something. "Idiots" I said under my breath laughing as I made my way back to my Jeep in wolf form, only shifting when the black untouched Jeep appeared into my vision.     I climbed and ran my hands through my hair in frustration. I had to make Sarah come to me. I was going to make her ask or beg for every interaction between us. She was clearly effected by my presence, she'll know when I'm near enough. I also wanted to punish her for being so cruel and for abusing the power that she had. If there was anything I knew, it was how to control and maneuver power. Maybe I would teach her one day. I started the Jeep bringing her to purr underneath me and started the long drive home. Tomorrow, my goddess was going to say my name. I smiled to myself thinking about her soft lips moaning my name. All in due time, little bird. All in due time. You won't be prey forever.