Between The Moon And Hell Fire

Chapter 1

Victor 

I am doing my normal patrol run but as always my mind returns to her, the girl, the woman I have never met. My mate. I am filled with sadness at the thought of her as I know she is dead. There is no other reason for her not to be at my side after me waiting 29 years for her. It also fills me with jealousy and rage that the moon goddess never blessed me with my mate. I look around the pack seeing everyone with their mates. Why me? Why do I not get a mate? Did I do something in a former life that gave me bad karma and an unlovable soul? Did I kill someone who took revenge by getting to her first? 

I can't think of her. I need to focus on the pack and keeping them safe. Rogues are always a problem and the Luna is pregnant with the Alphas first heir so he won't leave her side. I don't blame him but that leaves running the pack to me. Little shit met his mate at 17 and is now becoming a dad at 20. He will live to 500 or so and have his little family the whole time. I will be alone in my solitude, cleaning up his messes till after that. He challenged his father, my best friend for the title when he was 18 and won, now he gets everything he wants. I lost my best friend and still need to serve him and his little useless Luna. 

Maybe I should find a new pack or take a holiday away from hunting rogues and being a sad sod over my dead mate who never existed. My friend is not coming back and my mate isn't coming back from the dead. Oh and Alpha Asshole with Luna Lunatic will never step down even for their heirs. They will run this pack into the ground. I am not sure how much longer I can watch them destroy the land I love so. 

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After running patrol I find myself in my personal corner of the library reading my favourite book for the 15th time: Jane Eyre. I have always loved analyzing Rochester. I fell for these characters and see pieces of me in each. The Bronte sisters always had this way of writing the captured the very essence of my soul. Of course the pack laughs at me for reading such classics but they have no taste. Barely out of high school and drinking more alcohol than water. I only want to go to a club and dance if it is with my mate... but that will never happen. Till I meet her in the next life I will sit in my deep brown worn leather chair and drink my bourbon by the fire with a good hardback. It's the simple things in life, yes.

You know she is still out there, we would have felt it, she is not dead!!  My wolf screams at me but every time I remind him of the 29 years she has not been here for. That we have waited almost 3 decades and not even a whisper of her scent has passed by.

I guess whatever helps him sleep at night...

BISHOP

 I am used to running and fighting my way to respite for a few hours. Normally finding some giant tree to curl up beside or a small cave by a town. Humans seems so normal when compared to my barbaric boondocks life. I can't remember the last time I smiled or I wasn't covered in blood. Mine or someone who was unfortunate enough to meet me I really couldn't care less anymore. Why would it matter as long as I am the one still standing at the end?

Running through this dense forest I do have a big appreciation for the work of mother nature, and a loathing for those humans that seek to destroy what isn't theirs to begin with.

I been getting weaker by the day, staying in wolf form for two weeks straight has not been easy on my body. Add to that not being able to eat right and I am close to exhaustion. I need to find a safe place to rest and eat for a few days. Running on empty like this will get me killed. I have worked far too hard to die lying down without a damn fight. I fought my way to the age of 18, no blagart is going to cut me down before I am ready to go.

I don't even know where I am or what direction I am running in, I guess I don't have much of a choice but to rest here.

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I woke up to the feeling of being watched and sure enough I was surrounded by wolves. I don't even need to think twice as I jump to my paws, starting to sprint in the opposite direction to the gnashing teeth that want my hide as rug or to decorate their walls like some kind of fucked up trophy.

Ripping up the earth as I tear through the forest, I can make amends with mother nature later when there is no risk of my blood being used as war paint to this pack. There must be twelve or more of them chasing me, I am honored, normally packs only send the two or three wolves on patrol to catch a rogue. They must think I'm special, how cute.

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We run another mile before I am at a dead end with the wolves on one side and the drop of a waterfall on the other. Up shits creek much? 

Looking into the group I notice a new wolf at the front of the pack. Looking into his eyes... mate.

How by love of gods green earth did I get mated to a Beta? Also about to be pushed off a waterfall by one but I can put that fact aside till I hear my skull crack.. Do you actually hear your skull crack when you fall to your death? If I had more time maybe I could ponder that thought to a logical point.

Now all I see is his eyes as my vision blurs and my balance starts to go as I sway on my paws. At least I can see him before everything stops.....