Overnights Tale

chapter 1

(Pic.of Layla)

As a child I had the best childhood anyone could ask for. My parents were deeply in love,as they knew they were mates in highschool.Back then they were the 'it' couple, you know the star football player and the sweet popular cheerleader.

As they grew older they got married, and eventually had me and my brother Jason, my older twin.

Everything was perfect until I was 10 years old...

My mother and I were playing in the forest as usual, when a group of wolves attacked us. The blood moon pack.

I was scared and confused, I remembered when I was younger I once saw a group of men going out of the pack house at night. I asked my father why and he had told me that they were guarding the perimeter day and night to keep the bad guys away.

It didn't take long to figure out that our pack, the Shadow Pack, was under a surprise attack. By the time the guards came in aid of their Luna it was already too late.

My mother fought beautifully that day, unfortunately we were greatly outnumbered.
She lost her life in order to save mine.
I was only 10 when I had to see my mother being torn to shreds. I remember tears streaming down her face while she mouthed 'I love you'.

I cried, kicked and screamed to get back to my mother, but the guards didn't budge they had direct orders from their alpha, my father, to bring me and my brother to the safe house.

When everything quietened down and the enemies retreated we all came out of our hiding places. It's hard not to forget the scene that awaited us.

Blood and corpses everywhere, the smell of death was thick in the air.

I saw my father, but he looked different his eyes were lifeless and dark, his face was void of any emotion... No pain no anger, nothing at all. The younger me had shrugged it off.

Of course he knew that mother was dead, as her mate, he felt the bond break instantly.
I had ran to my father seeking comfort from the parent that was left for me after my mother's death, but as I hugged his leg clutching it for dear life and balled my eyes out, he didn't hug me back. He didn't pick me up or say soothing words like he always did when I was upset.

He gently unwrapped me away from his leg and told one of the mothers of the pack to clean me up and take care of me. I was confused and hurt by his actions, but I figured that it was because he was mourning my mother, his mate and that it would take him sometime to go back to normal.

I was wrong.

Later on, I knew that day I didn't only lose one parent, but I lost both. My father never recovered and never went back to normal,he actually got worse he became distant, cold and angry all the time.

He blamed the Blood Moon pack for his mate's death.

The next couple of months were spent training the pack and planning an attack on the blood moon pack to kill their alpha. Later however, my father decided that instead he would kill the Luna to make the alpha feel the pain of losing a mate.

I wanted to blame the Blood Moon pack for my mother's death, I really did, but I realized that it was equally my father's fault. He could've stopped the attack, especially after the fact that it was a fight over land, but what my dad did to their Luna was cruel.

After that the blood moon alpha retired. He gave his son the title as soon as he became 18, whilst my father refused to hand down the title to jason. I guess he didn't want to let go of the power, he had become a cold hearted power hungry monster.

The new alpha of the Blood Moon pack handles things way better than his father, he stopped the war but we are still sworn enemies.

And me? Well I'm mateless, a twenty year old alpha's daughter...

Anyway, we have a huge territory with our own schools our own hospitals etc. We have everything just like a human town, people could choose if they wanted to live in the pack house or in separate homes on the territory.

After the war, father started working non stop day and night. He had to be in the pack house all the time and he couldn't just leave us alone in the house. We were only ten so he ordered the pack mothers to get us rooms in the pack house and to take care of us. The rest of my childhood, they cared for us and raised us.

It was nothing like when my mother was alive, but I had my brother we became inseparable. We didn't leave each other, he became very protective of me and I of him...