The Forsaken Luna

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Mackenzie

"Don't speak to her like that, you ungrateful mutt!" The male that was thrown through the door growls at my mate. Elliot's gaze shifts onto him and a low growl vibrates in his chest. The man's sandy brown hair falls over his forehead and he glares his ice blue eyes at Elliot, snarling as well.

"Okay, everyone needs to calm down." The older male that helped hold down Elliot in the hallway lifts his arms up. One of his arms is serving as a blockage for Elliot, so he couldn't attack, while the other serves to stop the growling male and the sneering old woman who is glaring daggers at us. Elliot keeps himself before me, readying himself for an attack if there need be one.

"Murphy." The younger woman says in a commanding voice, making the snarling werewolf close his mouth shut. He bows his head down to her and takes a step back, stepping out of the room we're all occupying. He joins the other male on the hallway. I'm confused to find out that the younger woman also holds a high position in this pack. What's going on here?

"Darling, we need to clear things up with them. They certainly don't know what's going on here." The older man states, looking over to the older woman. Her green eyes turn to look over at him and the sneering expression softens slightly. They must be mates.

Elliot's back is pressed to my front. His keeping one of his arms up, protecting me. I feel my fingers grasp onto the dark grey shirt someone lent him, making him glance over his shoulder at me. His hazel eyes connect with my own blue ones and I notice the way concern flashes in his eyes. I must look awful because of the full moon.

Wait. The full moon?

"When's the full moon?" I ask, turning to look around the room. The older male turns to look at me with a questioning look. I notice how Elliot frowns slightly. "How long were we knocked out? When is the full moon?" I ask, turning to look at Murphy and the other guy on the hallway. They share a concerned look with each other, until the male on the hallway steps forward into the room. Elliot's head snaps towards the man, but he only lifts his arms up in surrender.

"Like Zion said. Lets all just calm down. We don't want to harm you." Zion. That is the first name I learn from all of these mysterious people, besides Murphy. Zion must be the older werewolf, who's mate is the green eyed woman.

"Doesn't really look like you're not trying to harm us." Elliot deadpans, baring his fangs at the male. Zion glances from the male who is still holding his arms up in the air and then to Elliot. "We aren't, son." He states, which makes Elliot growl sharply. I grip the fabric of his shirt tighter, trying to show him I'm here.

"I'm not your son! Don't you ever call me that again." He hisses, glaring at Zion.

"My name's Cole. I'm the Alpha of this pack." The man with raised hands speaks. I look over to him, taking in his appearance. His black hair is cropped short, almost into an outgrown buzz cut. His amethyst eyes shine in the sunlight and he slowly lowers his hands, keeping his eyes on my mate. He points over to the younger female who is still standing in the back of the room. "That's Freya, my mate." He explains to us. The young woman looks over to us with concerned hazel eyes. Her blond hair is falling out of a bun that is looking like it's going to slowly fall apart.

Something about her bothers me. Her cheekbones are sharp and her nose is straight and small. Her upper lip is slightly thinner than the bottom one. It is like I have seen her somewhere, but that's insane. I couldn't have met these people before. I would remember someone hating me because I'm David Moore's daughter.

"We just want to talk with you, okay? We are not trying to harm you. Right, Griselda?" Cole shoots a look at the older woman who is still seething with rage. Her green eyes turn to Cole and I think she would like to strangle him in the moment. "Of course not." Griselda speaks with a cold tone in her voice.