Luna for the Wrong Pack ('Luna' #2)

Chapter 13

That night we slept on opposite sides of a tree and to be honest, I found it hard to sleep without being in someone's embrace like I usually was back home, with Sam.

As soon as I was up, we were moving again. Since Foster could shift, he had hunted some food for us, a rabbit, a squirrel. Small things.

For the next day we would walk farther apart, mainly in silence. Occasionally I would ask a question or he would, usually just things like "what's your favorite color?" then another hour or so of silence.

"Foster, were you from the pack originally? Like were you kidnapped?" I asked.

"No, it's rare for a family in the rogues to actually have pups of their own. Usually they're just assigned a pup to raise. I was stolen from the Blue Star pack when Lana was ... I was one of the ones that helped her get out. I never met her though, I did it for some of my other friends." He trails off and I realize that means he hasn't seen his friends since before I was born. They must've been young when she escaped.

"How old are you?" I ask curiously

"I'm 19." He says with a proud smile in my direction.

"And how old would Lana be now?"

"21, I think. That is if the rumors were true and she made it here, and if they are it shouldn't be hard to find her. She would be the Luna."

My eyes widened, she was siix years older than me. And she would be the Luna of this pack. That should make it rather easy to find her, again if the rumors were true.

For the next hour we walked in silence, occasionally finding something to chat about then returning to our silence again. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my right shoulder and ripped my arm around to find the cause. Slowly I pulled out a knife covered in a red liquid.

Out of no where the world started spinning and flashing in and out. Realization hit, the red liquid was my blood.

There were people yelling and fighting everywhere, I saw foster struggling next to me to get up from being pinned down by three other wolves double his size, I got up slowly, blood now soaking all of my clothes and was caked to my hair. I picked up the knife and slowly made my way towards the wolves holding Foster down, them to busy to notice me.

This is it. I have to kill them to save Foster. Just do it.

I pulled my arm back into the arm, holding the knife above my head and swung my arm down until I felt it hit something and sink in. I had stabbed the wolf in the back of the neck. The wolf fell into a limp pile and suddenly the world was dizzy again. Seconds later, I found that I was being carried by foster and the two other wolves were on either side of him, guns pointed towards his and my head. I started to fight out of his grip, but I couldn't move.

Then I lost total consciousness. 

I woke up to be what felt like hours later. I was in a prison cell by myself. I jumped up a little too fast which caused a sharp pain to spark in my left shoulder and a throbbing in my head, acompinied by a slight dizziness. Once I recovered from the dizzy spell, I remembered what had happened.

"Foster!" I yelled franticially as I ran to the cell bars and grasped them as tight as I could, until I felt a burning in my hands and yanked them away.

"Their coated with wolvesbane, Princess, so I wouldn't try anything." An unfirmiliar voice called out from somewhere in the dimly lit room. A few seconds later a brod shouldered man with brown-ish-red hair stepped into the light. He looked to be in his late fourties and had a scar going across his right cheek bone over his eye and to the middle of his forehead.

"Who are you?" I said cowering back and holding my hands behind me, warming them up incase I needed to use my Element. A spark shot out from behind me and sizzled as it landed on the ground next to me. The man followed it with his eyes and gave me a look.

"My name is Lucas and I've been assigned to guard you." The man, Lucas, says, "Now could you do us all a favor and not light me on fire?"

I gave him a sad smile and look down at my feet before turning and walking over to the small cot in the corner of the room. I plopped down on the side and pulled my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. This was typicially how I sat, it made me seem small, weak and innocent. Three qualities that had always seemed to come in handy with me.

"Where's Foster?" I asked in a small voice.

"You're mate? He-" I cut him off.

"He isn't my mate."

"Ok. your boyfriend. He-" Again, cut off.

"I'm not in any sort of relationship with him other than just a friendly one." I state. The man laughs slightly before nodding and continuing.

"Well, your friend then," He starts, putting infisace on the word friend, "he went to go discuss your situation with the Luna. I doubt you two will make it long though, Lana has a strong disliking of rogues. She had a rough childhood with them, she was stolen as a pup! It was awefull!"

"I know."

"How? How on earth would you know that?" he asks, obviously he didn't believe me.

"The rogue pack that kidnapped her came back and kidnapped me after she got away. They raised me until about a month ago when we launched an attack on the Dusk pack. There I found my real mate and family. I started living with them and learned of my Gift. One day I was out by myself practicing and Marcus, my fake father from the rogue pack kidnapped me. They took me back to their base and decided to torture me in hopes that Dusk would hand over their pack for me, but when they sent Foster in to torture me ... Lets just say he decided it wasn't right. We ran away and ended up here." I Say. Lucas rolls his eyes and shakes his head at me.

"Pups these days, always making up stories." he comments before turning his back to me and walking off. Some guard.

A little while later a door was thrown open at the top of a set of stairs, I felt like I was back in the room they planned to torture me in from the blinding light shining down on me with a figure standing in the door. I shrunk back and burried my face in my knees. The figure walked down the stairs quickly and was almost to my cell, he looked firmiliar.

"Sir, who are you and why are you here?" Lucas said, steppign infront of him and blocking my view. Damn.

"I'm here for my Daughter." The man said in an evily sarcastic tone before throwing Lucas across the room and into a wall. unconcious. I knew that laugh, this wasn't my real father here for me.

This was Marcus.

"Miss me Cassie? You didn't really think you'd make it did you?" He asked sarcasticially before ripping the bars open. as if the wolvesbane didn't phase him.