Moon Tears

Chapter ♡ 1

Moon Tears is in honour of one of my readers, Liz M, who reached out and wanted me to write a story she had been thinking about for a long time and she asked me to write it. So here it is!!

Just in case you missed it in the blurb! Moon Tears has a TRIGGER WARNING: Sexual Assault is a major theme which runs the main plot, a lot of the characters have their own stories of SA that they share, so please be wary of this.

I watched through the blinds as my son got on the school bus for the first time. Jack smiled and waved back at Melody, my best friend and saviour. For nearly 6 years I've spent all my time living in her home with her family. I never left when I came here. I literally don't leave her yard.

I'm afraid.

One moment changed my entire life.

It happened 5 years ago.

I looked in the mirror as I checked myself over. I couldn't see any of the red dress I bought. It was tight and showed skin I was not allowed to show. It was exhilarating knowing it was just beneath my jumpsuit and hidden from view. My parents were strict in their religion. No sex before marriage. Do not show off your body. No consumption of anything addictive such as alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, and caffeine. No taking of a life. Pray daily and worship every Sunday. I believed in some of their beliefs, but not all.

I loved my parents but today was the first day I would disregard their religion. I say their religion because I simply wasn't sure if I believed in the same values they preached. I had finally finished my college degree and I was going to go to a night club for the first time. If my parents ever found out.......

I grabbed my duffel bag and ran downstairs. I gave my mom and dad a kiss on their cheeks before running for the door.

"Bye. I'll see you guys tomorrow. Thank you for letting me go to Christa's house for the night." I had rolled my eyes internally. I was 21 and still had to ask my parents to stay the night at a friend's house. It was rare they allowed it.

Christa was a 'friend' from theatre classes I'd spoken with in college. She played the perfect religious 'friend' of mine. I even had her come to my house for dinner, cementing our 'friendship' to be real and holy enough for my parents. I'd planned this night for months and was very excited.

The club was in full swing as I sat on a bar stool and giddily looked over their menu. I had no idea what any of these drinks were or what they tasted like. What would I like?

What would I learn was to my taste?

It's one of the last clearer memories I had.

I don't remember which drink I chose.

I do remember parts of everything else, sporadically, sometimes out of nowhere moments flashed back.

I wonder if it's purely from my imagination, making the whole ordeal even worse – but I remember the strongest hands I'd ever felt in my life, werewolves, dragging me from the flashing lights and then a bag being shoved over my head. I remember their alcoholic wet-dog stink.

Then later, the smell and sting of pine needles. A musty mattress.

A question.

Alpha, why don't you screw her first?

It's the only line I remember, followed by hooting and words so vile my brain had blocked them out a long time ago.

Survival instinct had kicked in, and the rest was adrenaline.

It wasn't one, it was many who violated me that night.

Then it was a metallic sting in my side... blood, cold plastic... dirt... everywhere, all around.