My Broken Luna

12. Problems

12. Problems: Xander's Pov

As of October 16, 2015- My Broken Luna is rank #183 in Werewolf

QOTC- socks or sandals?

"Guards are making sure that he doesn't leave." I say staring out the window. Dylan sits outside and smirks as he waits for the council to show up.

He may have been able to manipulate his pack elders, but these officials are much different. "I'm gonna dip the silver chains in wolfsbane." I continue to glare at my mate's former abuser.

"Why does this keep happening?" Charlotte's soft voice asks. It doesn't seem like she's talking to anyone in particular, but I can tell that she's frustrated. I turn around and see her trying to pull her finger out of the belt loops of her pants.

"I don't get why you keep putting your hands in there." I set her on my lap. "Your belt loops aren't even that tight."

"Ow." she winces when I put pressure on her hip. Her shirt is raised a little bit above her waistline and I can already see the dark purple bruise covering her skin.

"Sorry." I kiss her cheek as softly as I can. Her left eye is swollen, there's a big cut on her lip, and she walks with a limp. Luckily, she doesn't need any casts, but all of the marks on her skin clearly shows that she isn't okay.

Maxwell, Jake, Tyler, and their ladies have already left. No one wanted to be here when the council comes; it all causes to more drama and conflict.

"Did you really call for me earlier?" I stare into her baby blue eyes with admiration.

"Yes." she nods. "I called you twice and tried to mind link Brody... But then I got hit in the head."

"Can I mark you?" I keep my fingers on the exposed skin above her waist. I know that my touch makes her pain subside.

Her eyes slightly widen and her cheeks turn pink as she processes my words. "You don't have to say yes," I tell her. "But it would be great if you did."

She looks down at her lap, and then at the window. "I don't know." she shrugs, still not looking at me.

"Sweetheart, I couldn't protect you from Dylan because I couldn't feel your love pain. I couldn't hear what you were thinking or know if you were in danger or not." I explain. "Please?"

"I-I don't know."

"Don't be scared."

"Will it hurt?" I can tell that she's willing, she just doesn't want to experience any more pain.

"I'll make sure it doesn't." I press my lips to hers. "Just tell me when you're ready."

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"You have the right to say anything you want, he will not be able to interrupt or harm you." Councilman Jared announces. Dylan, seven members of the supernatural council, Charlotte, and I are in the meeting room beginning Dylan's trial.

"You have no boundaries during this time." he adds. Pulling Charlotte into my lap, I trace circles on her arm in attempt to calm her nerves. "This trial is now in order."

"Charlotte Beck, sister to the Beta of the Lunar Shadow pack and mate of the Alpha; Taken at age eight, year 2007. Dylan Jones, Alpha of the Red Stone pack, is accused off kidnapping and torturing. We have evidence of his crimes and you are called today to state what he and his pack have done." After the little introduction, everyone's eyes are on Charlotte.

"Where do I start?" she quietly asks.

"Start with when you were first taken."

She looks at me then back at the council members. "I-I can't remember."