Lunatic

I

Eden's point of view

I sat quietly beneath a thick spruce tree and stared out upon the packland before me. I could feel the setting summer sun beat down on me, warming my slightly tanned skin. I turned my attention towards the pink sky as I thought back on everything that had happened during the last eleven years of my life.

The endless rolling hills and evergreen forest of the Lune Pack had been my home for the past twenty years. I had spent my childhood wandering its forests and climbing its trees. I had chased my friends through its river and stolen berries from its bushes.

This pack was all I had ever known and the people within its borders were my family.

The Lune Pack were the goddesses warriors, built by divine hands and only an anger a goddess could possess. It was said that the Moon goddess was angry when she built her pack of beasts. She was angry with her wolf creations, and the war they fought with one another.

The Lune Pack was created for balance, a pack so strong that no one dared attack it. A pack that was so god-like it spiked fear amongst bloodthirsty wolves. The war ended and balance was restored, the Moon goddesses pack had completed their job. We kept the world in balance, in a tender sort of equilibrium.

I had trained to be a warrior since the day I turned nine. That was the day our future Alpha was stolen and I still remember it vividly.

I had awoken eagerly, the sun shone brightly through my open window and I practically jumped out of bed. I ran down the stairs in a hurry wanting to open my presents and eat my cake, it was the only day I was ever allowed to have cake for breakfast.

"Mom, Dad! Where are you?" I remember calling out, giggling my way through our large house.

I remember coming to a stop abruptly in our living room. I noticed a stressed looking Alpha and a nervous Beta standing in my living room speaking with hushed tones to my father. My mother stood off to the side observing the exchange between the three men as I stood in the entryway.

She eventually noticed me staring at Alpha Blake and moved her way across the room towards me.

"Eden, honey, now's not a good time. Why don't you run upstairs and go play? We'll be there in a minute."

My mother had said those words with such honesty and warmth that I obeyed her wish and made my way to my room.

They, however, did not come upstairs for another few hours and when my door did open it was my mother only.

I had asked her why the Alpha was in our living room and instead of answering she had sat beside me on my bed and played with my thick brunette hair. She said that it had to do with the warriors, but that I was not to worry.

My father was the head warrior and my mother was a teacher at the pack school. The only time the Alpha was ever inside our house was as if he needed my father urgently, which wasn't often.

That afternoon my mother took me down to the training fields and we trained together. I had done it every day since then

My life has revolved around training, my father had trained me for the past eleven years. Partially because he wanted me to be safe and partially because he knew I had been fascinated with our packs training for years.

The thought of my Alpha in my living played around in my head for days after my mother had told me not to worry. It was only a week later that I found out the real reason why Alpha Blake was in my house. It was through hushed whispers at a friend's sleepover that I first heard the news.

The Alpha's son was stolen.

His name was Kane Russell. He was only three years older than me and he had been taken in the early morning of my birthday. I remember him from when I was younger. He was never around me or my friends, we were three years younger than him and not of high status.