Not Just Your Luna

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  The rain drenched the forest ground, soaking the Earth and all it's inhabitants, not even the canopy of trees above could protect us now. Thunder rolled in the background, just from over the Rocky Mountains to the North. My small pack ran circles around each other, urging everyone to get inside their broken down huts, as if that would honestly keep mother nature at bay.

My pack was not large and therefore not wealthy. Our Alpha was, but he was too self serving and not bothered to acknowledge the rest of our struggles. Don't get me wrong, the pack wasn't the problem at all, just our leader. As the rain came down and soaked my silver hair I imagined what it must be like for other packs. Did they live like we did? Many of the more submissive, and lower ranked wolves weren't allowed to communicate with other packs. Alpha Ross forbids it. He says it's to keep us safe, but I believe he has his own reasons and he knows that there might be an uprising once we figure out how unfairly we are being treated.

"Katrina, where are you?" My father's voice entered my thoughts through the pack bond. I glanced about, gathering that I was still standing in the middle of the forest, surrounded by huts, and running people. The ground was soaked and the trees swayed this way and that, threatening to destroy our homes all together. The rain created a run off from under my feet and the Earth below streamed down the mountain, away from camp.

"Trina, honey, come back to the hut. There's a bad storm." My mother warned, as if the sky above wasn't evidence enough. I shook off the guilt of ignoring her request before eventually pulling my clothes from my body and leaping forward on to the ground. Most anyone I know would run from storms, but I enjoyed running in them. The sound of thunder and the feeling of rain pelting my coat was calming to me.  

My silver colored hair that was consumed in various dreads held together by wooden beads turned into patches of grey until eventually the fur swallowed me. My eyes turned from their normally emerald green color to being dyed a vibrant blue. My arms and legs morphed to paws, and I stood on those paws with confidence.

Being a girl, other wolves expected me to be completely submissive. They couldn't be more wrong. I turned out to be one of the most dominant ones in my pack. Many times my inner wolf had urged me to direct that inner confidence into fighting for the Alpha position. However, every time the thought came over me, my father pushed it back down. I could beat them all if I had wanted to, and maybe one day I would.

"Return to your hut." My Alpha's voice commanded through our bond. I turned on all four to see Ross standing ten feet away next to the biggest tree for miles. He stood with arrogance. His coat was a deep mahogany color, eyes red as blood, and his canines out for show. My inner wolf urged me to paw at the ground, continuing to stare at the wolf.

"Challenge. Challenge. Challenge." She chanted to me, looking for a fight. My inner wolf begged for me to cross my Alpha and take charge. The only problem was a challenge for Alpha resulted in a fight to the death. However, my wolf stood unafraid as she continued to stare those beady red eyes down. Before I could stop myself, my wolf lips were drawn back and a growl emitted from somewhere in the base of my throat. "Challenge. Challenge. Challenge." She continued to egg on, not bothered by the larger wolf approaching. Ross now held ground not four feet from my snout as he glowered down in my direction.