A gentle wave crashes on a white sand beach littered with driftwood. The rising sun casts rays of orange-hued light across the sky, waking a toned, sun-kissed blond. The eyes flutter before slowly opening, showcasing cerulean blue eyes. A glimmer catches off a glass to the man's side. His golden-tanned hand reaches for the glass containing the amber liquid before his eyes flash with a silver sheen, marking him as part of the supernatural.
Why do you always insist on partying and then drinking until you pass out? Seriously. One of these days, I'm not going to wake you up. A low growl echoes in my head.
I hear you, Caspian. Just stay with the growling and whining. I'll nurse this headache for a few minutes, and then we can be up and rearing to go.
The hackle echoes before Caspian responds with his distaste for my behavior. Must we continue? Where are we even going? You know, last time you crossed into a pack without notifying them, we almost lost our lives; luckily, Silver Crescent Pack was run by that nice couple. What were their names again?
Seriously! Stop being so loud. I'll just get some hair of the dog and we can return to our ride. Also, just so that you know, their names are Harold and Helen. Nice couple with way too many little crotch goblins for my liking.
A low hackling growl echoes in my head, increasing the throbbing pulse of the hangover. If you mention those mangy mutts again, I will cause more than just pain in your head. Got that? They wouldn't stop pulling male my tail every time we shifted. Though, I do want pups of my own. Now, why don't you stop whining, and let's live a little! We can worry about mates, pups, and our final destination later. A Hackle runs through my mind before Caspian retreats to nurse his own hangover.
I polish off the last of the Opos Whiskey, and release a sigh as my head falls back, my eyes close and small tear rolls from my right eye as I reminisce of my pack and why I left.
You know, I never thought I would make it this far. Life has always been a struggle. You never know when you will find your one or if you will ever find it. But to me, I only want to be free. Abuse is not only physical but also psychological. Wasn't it that one man who said, "The scars from mental cruelty can be as deep and long-lasting as wounds from punches or slaps but are often not as obvious."
Lundy Bancroft, if you must know. Sheesh, my human can be useless sometimes.
You know you don't have to be so grumpy to me this early. We haven't even had breakfast yet. But yes, that's the one. We can continue chasing the sun and see which state we can reach next. I hope I don't cross into any other packs. Not all of them are as friendly as Herold's Pack. Let's face it: as long as they aren't as bad as the Sant Peter Pack coalition, I'll be fine.
Fuck them and turning on the goddess!
I get up and walk away from the beach. After one last look across the early morning tranquil waters, I know it's time to head out.
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Chains of the Crescent Moon
Lupi mannariEdward is a young werewolf grappling with the harsh reality of his father's oppressive rule. Raised in a pack where strength is measured by cruelty, his struggle for acceptance and freedom intensifies when he faces brutal punishment from his Alpha...
