The Forsaken Luna

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Elliot

It was the same day we came back to Beacon Hills. The pack was angry and frustrated. The scents on our pack territory aren't our own. We can smell other werewolves on our territory, werewolves from the other pack. The Polaris pack.

Father threw a fit the second he smelled them. He almost trashed the whole pack house. Needless to say I was enjoying the little show.

"You're going with her." Mom's voice is sharp when she speaks. I try to block her voice out of my head. I don't want to hear her order me around. It isn't a request. Camila King doesn't make requests. She orders us around like her little slaves. "And if I don't go?" I ask her, tilting my head to the side so I can see her better. She looks stunning, no matter the age, but I came to realize that her looks are all that's good on her. Everything else? Rotten.

Mom walks closer to me, her dark red painted nails scraping against my jawline. I stop the urge to pull away from her. It is only going to give her the pleasure to know she's still above me. That I am still afraid of what her mind can do.

"You are going." She hisses at me. I close my eyes, knowing this is the only way I'm going to avoid her toxic jade eyes. I think she is pleased to know I still can't stand watching her eyes. Her nails disappear from my jaw and she walks back to her desk. I open my eyes and look over to her.

I feel trapped in this damned pack. I have no word in my own decision and knowing that I'm going to be the Alpha of this pack just leaves me feeling suffocated.

I turn away from mom and leave the room she claimed to be her personal office.

And that's how I ended up on a high school party of somebody I don't even know. I dreaded being here. I wanted to leave and head back to the woods to clear my mind. The crowd was too much for me in the moment.

"I smell them." Rebecca snarls beside me. I glance down at her. She is smaller than me. Barely reaches my chin, but her small form is anything but weak. I have a hard time beating her in combat training and that is only because she's small and fast. "So do I." Max confirms on the other side of me. He is holding a red plastic cup filled with beer, but the way his face grimaces every time he makes a sip, tells me it's not the good kind of beer.

"I'm going in." Rebecca announces with a scowl on her face. She disappears in between the people at the party. I can barely see her when she goes into the house. I lean against the fence, keeping my hands in my pockets.

The people around me and Max are drunk. They laugh way too loudly and scream while joking around. They spill their beers all over the grass and vomit in the rose bushes. It is not my type of party and I still can't believe my own mother forced me to join Rebecca and Max on the party.

"This beer sucks." Max comments after his fifth sip. He grimaces and sticks his tongue at the taste. "It wouldn't kill them if they actually got the good kind of beer." He tells me and offers me the cup. I wordlessly shake my head, not wanting to taste crappy beer on my tongue. Max shrugs his shoulders and tries his luck with the next sip. I don't understand why he's still drinking it. The taste is not going to change.

I lift my head up when I notice one of the Polaris werewolves coming out of the house. She steps through the sliding door with a male coming after her. The girl is shaking her head, frustrated. The male lifts his hands up to try and calm her down, but she keeps on fuming.

Max tenses beside me. I lift my eyebrow and cast a glance at him, before I look back to the two. When I keep staring at them, I realize why he is so tense. The girl is no other than Samantha Kelly, his cousin.

"It's her." I mumble. I don't know how to call the swirling feeling that is spreading through my chest. Is it pride that she found a new pack? Happiness that she is safe? Or jealousy, because she escaped our hellhole of a pack and I'm still here?