Rejection(On Hold)

Years Past

*SilverMoon's View*

"Dylan get back here!" I hissed. No command really in my words. It was play after all. In seconds I had him in a choke hold and let out a low rumble. "Drop it. Or you won't come." I ordered. True threat coated each words. Dylan whimpered but dropped my keys. He had totally wrecked my other motor cycle in a speed chase, he sure in hell won't get my second baby.

"Just one ride Sil!" He begged. Using puppy dog eyes considering he's a grown ass werewolf. "Shut or I'll call your dear old twin for help. I heard you got a new Ferrari!" I grinned evily. Dylan gulped and shut his trap with a click of his white teeth. Content I dropped him and snatched my keys back.

You gotten soft since then...

Star muttered. My heart clenched at her sad declaration. It's been two years since my first mate rejected me, and not six months when Chance decided to knock up some human slut. So he took responsibility for her and rejected me. So now, I'm the lone Luna of the White Heart Pack. My pack now, and my pack to love and protect.

He was sober Star, let that prick leave.

Sure, I'd gotten more accepting towards the others, but since Lily's death and Ashe's suicide, I will not loose any others. We were a small pack of only 50 members give or take. Nearly 40 we're mateless and complete warriors. The rest either rouge's we allow to recover here or pups we adopt. When I came, I enforced that no mated couples were allowed, it hurt us when someone only relied on their mate in battles, 'The pack had to trust the wolf and the wolf trust the pack.' That's how I dealt with it all.

Luna! By beta and best friend, Amber, linked me privately. If it was private, I doubt I'd like the content. Yes Amb's? I replied, keeping my curious self. AKA, Star. Out of the link. Um, Alpha Roman called for aid with Rouge's. They formed a pack of sorts, and their pushing to get his land. I froze mid step up the winding staircase. Shock sending ripples up my spine.

Silver, now's our chance to avenge ourselves! You said you'd return to Blade, don't go back on your words now.

Damnit. Of course Star remembers. Then again, I wanna know his reaction to knowing I was one and the same he met two years ago. My training has made me more naturally fit then any cliche Barbie there could dream! I have an ass worth whistling to, and the muscles to pack a punch to launch a grown Alpha straight through a building.

Tell them we will arrive in three hours. Get Dylan, Ryan, Crystal, Jasmine and Jackson. Bring Cole as well. Amber was silent, through the link I sensed her shock. We promised not to turn down a pack Amber. Plus it's time we seek revenge.

Amber replied with a yes, then whoops of sheer exciting wolves echoed through the halls. Rooms were filled with the coming girls goggling at what we're their hottest cloths to draw boys and kick em out with. Boys simply tossed shorts jeans and what ever then needed into a suit case or two and sat watching TV. I headed to the last door. It wasn't the smallest room, but it was cozy and warm. A queen sized bed with black sheets and a deep purple comforter was wrinkled from sleeping and laizily fixing it. The four bed post's we're decked out with my little bored carving sessions. A corner desk was covered in quick notes, pack files on the temperairy wolves we housed at the moment. I had complete backrounds on my members, the town and past members. A few phones, one connected to a house wide intercom or separate rooms. The other was for packs to call if they needed urgent help or training blah blah. The two ceiling to floor window panes opened like doors to a cozy balcony with a fire place, deck chairs and a great view in the mornings. My walls were covered in random shots I'd taken during my years in several lands all over the USA. One wall had a world wide map that had a sorta code that you needed to understand to see were all our items came from. Such as cars imported from other countries, the places of dangerous wolf packs or the weakest ones. Only I and Amber knew the simple yet complicated visual code.

Opening a double door set I walked into a closet the size of a bathroom. The line racks on either side crowded with my newly updated wardrobes thanks to Jasmine the fashion crazy chick. Bored mostly I pulled clothes off th area in which all my badass clothing was. Ripped jeans, off the shoulder shirts, leather jackets and one hand glooves. Jordan's and combat boots mixed in with a few Nikes lined up below. Of course I grabbed my underwear bra's, and multiple Spandex and training bra's for when I trained these fools.  I stuffed shoe's and shampoos and stuff into one suitcase, latched it and folded up swimsuit's, cloths and others into the second. I showered for at least an hour, blow dried my now hip length, snow white hair with punched streaks of silver. My vibrant blue eyes were now flecked with swirls of gold. Representative of my powerful blood.

I pulled on an off the shoulder silver blouse saying 'bite me'.  Casually ripped skinny black jeans and my favorite heel converse. You know the ones that look like normal ankle high Converse but have that wedge built in? Yeah, those. I wrapped a pure gold necklaces with a moon, Star and dagger charms.

The moon was myself, the star Chance, and the dagger for Zane. It showed my most important parts of my past. The hope, the heartbreak, the chances and then the truth. I could only trust those that were honest before me and beyond me. Luna, all are ready. Its been two hours, and all the attending warriors were in cars and ready. I chucked my bags into over of the two black Jeeps. "Amber take my Lambo for me." She squealed in joy, and jumped to catch my keys. "Your amazeballs Sil!" She hopped in and turned the engine on. Playing some loud action song from fast and the furious from the giant speaker's in the back trunk I myself had personally installed. I chuckled and tucked my hair up, shrugged my leather jacket secure, and reved up the engine to my newest bike.(Image at far top)

Roll out! I joked for Ryan's sake. He was a sucker for cheesy phrases. Pulling off I pulled my non see through visor down over my silver rider helmet and took the lead. Dylan behind me in his new cherry red Ferrari. Ryan close after with one of the black Jeep's, Cole driving the second behind Ryan. Jasmine had taken Ryan's favorite Lexus, Crystal in her BMW and Amber guarding up the end in my deep blue Lambo.

An hour later

The steady booming beat of the music from my car had us all whooping and calling out. Heads through sun roofs as they drove with one foot on the wheel another on the pedals, or having half their boddy sticking out the door. I myself performing multiple idiotic stunts that a normal human would have died in attempting. Finally the pack house grew into view and we all cranked down the music, but ever so little. The twins were fighting with Cole and Amber about the purpose of cows, don't ask!

In neat, practiced order each vehicle was parked in a row side by side. No one was there to greet, so I assumed they were training. "Shut it down guys." Groans we're heard as they killed the engines and the music cut off. Coming off our designated vehicle's I led us into the house. Stupid Zane, left it unlocked when Rouge's are threatening you!?

Star scoffed in my head. Taking turns through the house, I confidently led us to the back training grounds. Sweat and must filled the air making me and wanna gag. I snapped my fingers and my members we're decked out in training cloths. Basketball shorts for the boys and Spandex with sports bra's for the girls. I huffed when I spotted the horrible fight stances of each members.

"ALRIGHT! All of you stop, your stance is all wrong. Your attacks hasty and unplanned not to mention sloppy!" Power radiated in my voice. Making all but the Alpha and my group stop and stare. "My name is SilverMoon of the forgotten song. Address me as Luna Moon. Or SilverMoon. Anything other earns you twenty miles around the lake! I'm here as ordered from the White Heart pack to train you pathetic warriors. Respect is given to me and my members along with your own or I'll leave and let you all be whipped out. Clear?"

Muttered confusion and submission or protests echoed out but fell dead when Zane spoke up. "So you have come back to me Luna." He smiled happily before I shot him down.

"I'll never be the Luna of such an abusive pack Alpha Zane Roman, son of Marcus Roman." Shock made it's way onto his stoic features, met with my furious gaze. We will never be his...