Miracle of the moon

Chapter 1 - Slave

Remi -

My heart pounded in my chest as my feet ran across the bumpy path, making my way up to the pack house as quickly as my little legs could take me. My head was throbbing laced with worry.

I can't be late again, I just can't.

The last time I was late for my early start to the morning was unforgettable. I usually start at 6am sharp, prepping breakfast for all the members of the pack, making sure to have everything ready before a single pack member enters the room. But one dreadful morning I turned up half an hour late due to overexhaustion and be faced with an extremely angry alpha staring daggers deep into my soul. To say I was punished, was an understatement. I have the scars amongst many others to prove just how grave a mistake i had made.
I panicked as I checked my old worn-out watch on my wrist, the face displaying a large crack, making it barely readable.

It read 05:56am

Almost there. I still have a few minutes to spare thank the moon godess. My heart picked up more pace as I finally entered the large kitchen, exhaling an extremely large breath I didn't know I was holding in as I scanned the room to realise it was still empty. I made my way over to the little cupboard, tying my golden, frizzy hair up into a tight bun at the back of my head. I didn't have time to comb it this morning. I quickly placed an old tatted apron on and started prepping food. Being the only omega to cook food for over 50 pack members was a hard task, but I have now been doing it for well over 5 years so I have become accustomed to it. I started fixing up a large bowl of pancake mix, adding ingredients in as fast as I could at the same time as cooking a large batch of sausages and other breakfast foods. Multitasking was about the only good thing I could do. From being a young age, as far as I can remember the only thing I was really good at was cooking and cleaning up after everyone. I had no choice afterall. I sighed in relief as I looked down at all the food I had accomplished as well as checking the time, noticing I still had plenty of time before people started filing in. My stomach growled painfully as I looked at the fluffy pancakes still steaming hot, the flavours filling my nose. My mouth watered as I contemplated sneaking one.

One wouldnt harm, would it? Im sure no one would notice.

I quickly looked around the room before inching towards one, then quickly snatching it and placing it in my pocket for later. I dont get much food in the packhouse. I always cook for everyone else, but I was never allowed anything until everyone else was finished and even then, there was hardly any food left apart from the odd scraps.

'Well, well. Would you look at that. Looks like we have a theif in the packhouse' a venomous voice filled the room. I stilled completely, an unpleasant chill going down my spine as I instantly knew who the voice belonged to. The one person I feared the most. Damon, the alphas son. I gulped as I looked up, catching his menacing eyes as they stared right at me, his face filled with disgust as if I was filth on the bottom of his shoe.

'What are you going to say for yourself, slave?' He spat, not taking his eyes off of me as he inched forward, resulting in me flinching back slowly.

'I...I'm s-sorry, Alpha...' I started. He was now only a few inches away from me, never taking his eyes off of me. Before I knew it, a huge pang of pain resonated in the side of my head, making it forcefully snap to the side. He slapped me. I felt the stinging of tears, threatening to leave my eyes.

I couldn't cry. I wouldn't.

'How dare you steal from your alpha! Who do you think you are! You disgusting filth!' His words stung as much as the pain in my head. 'Look at me!' He boomed, earning a flinch from me. I looked up slowly, trying to blink back the tears and stop myself from the uncontrollable shakes. His deep blue eyes staring into my frightened pale blue ones. I could see the deep anger he held within them. He went into the pocket of my apron and pulled out the pancake I was hoping to eat later on, looking at it and then back to me again. 'Do you really think you can sneak food without any consequences? You know the rules, slave'. His words displayed so much venom i could practically feel it coating my skin. 'I'm sorry Alpha, it will not happen again' I answered in a barely audiable voice. I tried to avoid eye contact with him, feeling very vulnerable. I saw him smirk in the corner of my eye as he threw the pancake to the floor and step on it. 'There, that's more like it. If you want to steal like a ferral animal, you might as well eat like one' he said before walking away. I looked down to the ground, eying the now squished pancake. Before he left, he turned around one more time saying, 'hurry up and finish already. People are waiting for their food'.
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The rest of the day went by pretty quickly, thankfully. I was relieved that I didn't bump into Damon again after this mornings incident. I had managed to do my chores of cleaning the packhouse and serving meals with only a a few pushes and shoves here and there, along with a few curse words sent my way, but nothing major.
I dragged my feet along the gravel of the small path leading into edge of the woods and finally heading upto the little shed I call home. It wasn't much, but it was all I had. The only thing I could call home. I carefully creaked open the rotting wooden door, careful it didn't fall off it's last hinges and stepped inside, closing it behind me. I crept over to the small cot mattress I had on the floor that was my bed and sat down in a heap, completely exhausted. All the tears I had held back were now falling freely down my pale face as I sobbed. I wish my life wasn't like this. Why was the moon goddess so cruel to me? Why did I deserve this awful life I had? I can't remember my life before this one. At the age of only 4 years old I was left on the doorstep of the packhouse, not wanted by my own parents. I felt a huge pain in my chest, knowing my own parents were disappointed in me at such a young age that they gave me up and threw me away to become the waste of space that I am. I hugged my thin legs to my body as I curled up in a ball on the uncomfortable mattress that was way to small now, the springs digging into my already bruised skin. I didn't always live in this small shed. I was too young to fend for myself so the Alpha and Luna of the pack didn't know what to do and took pity on me, sending me to the orphanage until I was 16. Throughout the 12 years being in the orphanage I received many blows from bullies, calling me horrible names such as 'rouge trash' and 'filth'. And being only 4 years old, I was so scared and didn't understand. But now I do. Now I understand that not being part of this pack, being dumped by my parents into a pack meant I was a rogue and I didn't actually belong here. As soon as I turn 18 and I gain my wolf, I will be leaving this horrible place I call home and become what I truly am. A rogue. I more than likely won't survive long, as they say that eventually rouges become feral, losing their mind and eventually killing themselves, if no one gets to them first that is. But I would rather do that than stay here any longer than nessasary. I will try my hardest to survive no matter what. I have survived this place so far, it can't be much worse. My 18th birthday is 3 weeks away. I just have to keep strong and remind myself I can do this.
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I woke up the next day with a pounding headache. More than likely a combination from the blow that Damon threw at my head and the restless night of hardly any sleep from crying. My mouth felt dry, my throat like sandpaper as I swallowed painfully, sitting up in my uncomfortable bed, my limbs aching. I checked the time. 04:45am. At least I had enough time to get ready this morning. I climbed out of bed, my bare feet touching the wooden floor of the small shed and made my way outside to use the 'bathroom'. I guess I really was an animal. I didn't have the luxury of a restroom so this was my only way. After doing my business I made my way along the hidden path behind the shed, walking a few yards until I passed through a clearing to the large lake that was left untouched by a single soul. I love this place. The lake glistened from the slow rising sun, shining magnificently as I watched the reflection of the birds flying past and soon disappearing. This is the one and only place where I felt safe. Where I could be myself and relax. I peeled off my clothes, leaving me completely bare and stepped into the cool water, venturing forward until the water was above my hips. This was my only way of cleaning myself. I held my breath as I dunked myself until my whole body was under the water, staying there for a couple minutes.

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Damon

I watched from afar, hidden amongst the trees as my warriors creeped forward. There was about six rouges a few feet ahead of us, oblivious to the fact they were being followed. We got word from a warrior on the outskirts on patrol that there was rouges just outside the border of the packlands and it was my duty to resolve that issue. Being the next Alpha in line, my job was to ensure the safety of the pack as a whole and that included killing any rouges to prevent an unsessary attack on our people. The warriors waited for my signal, thier hind legs ready to take forward and attack our prey. We were all in our wolf form, different colours and sizes. I let a low growl ripple from my chest, signaling it was time and without even a pause, my warriors charged forward, snapping their jaws at the unfortunate rogues, who were now aware they were going to shortly meet their demise. I charged forward, not leaving any room for error as I swiftly moved past my warriors who were ending the rouges they had caught and made my way over to the largest rouge wolf of the group, his dull eyes growing wide as he saw my much bigger wolf coming towards him. He had no chance. My slick black fur shined in the morning sun as I stood on all fours, baring my teeth at him. His sh*t-brown coloured fur stood on end as he never took his eyes off of me, watching my every move and also baring his teeth in a small growl, nervousness evident in his tone. We circled around each other slowly, never leaving our locking gaze. The sounds of bones snapping and yelping had now stopped, indicating that my warriors had already completed the task of ridding his rouge friends. Now its my turn. This was like a game for me. My father, the Alpha always tought me from a young age. At the age of 10 I was already training. Now, age 20 I was stronger than ever and no one could beat me. But there was still something missing, something that would definitely make me a stronger Alpha, completing me. My mate. My Luna. All warewolves know that no Alpha wolf is as strong unless they have their Luna by their side. I have been waiting for 2 years to find her now, with no luck at all. My father is also waiting for me to find my mate so he can pass down the Alpha title, as well as my mother with the Luna title to my mate. I inched closer, only a few feet away now, watching the rouge intently. I could see him shaking slightly. He knew this was the end. I let another large growl escape my throat as I lunged at him, gripping his neck between my teeth and pressing down, hearing a small yelp and a deafening crack.

Well, that was easy.