The Luna

Chapter Four: Blood Moon

Alex

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It was a long three days. We had to stop frequently to check on Chris's wound and make sure he was drinking every chance he got. Now, with the amount of walking we were doing, he was sweating a lot more and getting dehydrated faster. I could tell he was in pain, but he tried to not let it show. As promised, on the third day, we made it to Blood Moon. I was exhausted; we'd hardly slept on our way here. Luckily for us, it was daytime when we arrived, so they would be able to see Chris's wound better. By now, Chris was limping, and we were pretty sure the wound got infected. "It's now or never." Chris said now. He knew there was no going back, not with a wound like his. Stupid Ferals. Always injuring the Cubs.

So we took the few steps forward, over the Blood Moon border. Almost immediately, we were surrounded by guard wolves. The lead one, a large male with a tan coat, growled low and deep. They couldn't mind link us since we weren't pack members, so they made the message as clear as they could: You're trespassing on Blood Moon territory; prepare to face the consequences. That was before my brother collapsed. I whirled around, putting my nose to his face, panicking slightly. This wasn't a part of the plan, and Chris was actually unconscious. The infection was getting worse.

I turned back to the tan wolf and gestured to my brother, a pleading look in my eyes. He made eye contact with a wolf a few spaces away from him and gestured for him to check on Chris, see if he was actually wounded. The wolf, gray one, walked forward, shoving past me to get to Chris. After a moment of inspecting the wound, he turned back to the leader, his eyes glazing over as they mind linked each other. And so, two wolves picked up Chris and laid him across their backs before walking off in the direction of the pack. I tried to step forward, but one growl from the leader made me fall back beside Jason. Aidan was in between us, trying to seem as small as possible. I shoved him out from in between us so that the leader could see him. Two other wolves stepped forward, taking Aidan with them to the pack. That left Jason and I, who were both of age, both mateless, and both rogues. At least both boys were underaged. Three wolves shifted, leaving only the leader still in wolf form. They went behind us, putting silver collars over our necks. This was required if any rogue who wasn't underaged or wounded showed up. The guards always have leather gloves on them in case something eventful does happen and they need to use the silver collars.

The burning sensation of silver reminded me of when Rodriguez poured the molten silver down my throat. It wasn't a good memory. I shook my coat, trying to shake the memory from my mind. I could tell Jason was concerned; I hadn't had silver touch me since that day. It's not like we could mind link either; silver makes it so that werewolves can't mind link if it's touching them. We had no choice but to follow obediently as they led us to the pack prisons. This was Blood Moon protocol, any rogues that are of age and don't need medical attention go straight to the prisons until the alpha and beta arrive. Luckily, we were locked in the same cell.

The silver collars removed, we were brought clothes and told to shift. So we did. After three days in the woods, I was positive that my hair looked like a rat's nest, but it didn't matter in the prisons of the Blood Moon pack. We were on the first level, so we could see each other pretty well with the sunlight coming in from the windows. Of course, they were prison windows that were no bigger than my hand, but that's not the point.

Each pack prison had ten levels. The first level was usually reserved for Cubs and misbehaving pack members, the second and third for Ferals, and the rest for really bad people. Like the 'I murdered someone for fun' people.

Jason and I waited in silence for at least twenty minutes before anything happened. When the door to the prisons opened, our heads snapped up. Two figures were walking in, silhouetted by the sun behind them. They walked down the aisle slowly, stopping in front of our cell. One of them put the key in the lock and unlocked the door before opening it for the other person. The man who walked into the cell was.. Gorgeous. I definitely wasn't expecting that. The blue eyes, light brown hair.. And he was so tall. He must have been six foot at least. Alpha Raphael Myers. There was no other person it could be. (A/N: Liam Hemsworth is 6'3, I googled it)