The Crescent

Prologue

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Prologue

His loud and booming voice barely roused my senses as I briefly acknowledged his words.

‘You will do as your mother says’!

Pfffffft, yeah right; me follow orders, no way in hell.  My father had always been walking a fine line with me and threatening me the way he had resorted to recently did nothing for our friendship. 

‘I will do as I please’.

Dad stood over me, his eyes a distant black; if I were just any werewolf, I know this would intimidate me but then again I wasn’t.  My Dad’s use of his title was such a turn off; it was really a poor excuse for parenting.  He may have been important in our society but that did not give him the right to stomp on me. 

In my opinion my own father should have known that if his blood ran through my veins, I could resist his commands, after all we were supposedly blood relatives.

I hoped for once he would listen to what I had to say but like usual I assumed my words would mean nothing.

‘Dad please, you know that trick doesn’t work on me’.

Not taking my comment too lightly; Dad slowly inched forward, his figure creating a shadow over me, he was now that close.  I never hesitated to take note of his tense stance, the way his muscles begged to attack me. 

Looking ready to shift; his body was shaking in the usual way when someone tried to keep their animalistic side at bay.

‘Vera Thurmont!  You will do as I say; now get out of my house and go feed your precious inbred sheep’!

So Dad still holds it against me that I left the ram gate open one day, leaving the rams to impregnate half their children.  How was I supposed to know sheep were that stupid!  If I didn’t mention it before, I suppose I should now…..

My family runs a sheep farm here in the Crescent Pack, now as fun as that sounds; getting to eat the little buggers whenever you want……it’s not.  Unfortunately for me, I had to be tasked as the one to help look after the sheep when Dad was busy and since he was Beta……that was very often.

Beta in our pack was pretty much another word for the slaver driver of the Alpha, although I’m sure if Dad heard me disregard his title with such disrespect, I would soon find out what a slave really was.

Being shoved out the front door for it only to slam hard enough to crack the hinges; this was not a new routine to me and this was simply an everyday occurrence.

I was never allowed to tend to the large flock of sheep that grazed the many hectares of land we actually owned; being appointed with the task of only having to look after the sheep which were ‘my’ creation.

Hearing the low growl echo over the porch, Dad must have been serious this time, as if his little intimation technique didn’t give it away.

Striding over to the sheep; I really did feel a bit like some lunch, maybe one of the ‘inbred’ suckers would do……

Meat was meat regardless where it had come from and I was yet to see much difference between the sheep I looked after and the large flock, I was sure the difference in taste wasn’t even noticeable.

Eyeing off the helpless sheep, its frantic pacing back and forth in the little pen did nothing for it.  These animals knew when they saw me; they were in trouble.  Just looking at the way the sheep hunched together, trying to push each to the front, they knew what was coming.