Omega

Chapter 1

My eyes filled with desperate tears as I struggled in my pack mates' tight grip. Two men held me, one on either side, as they dragged me to the pack boarder. I opened my mouth to beg them for forgiveness but like the past ten years, no sound left my mouth. Only air passed through my lips with unformed words.

The forest was quiet tonight, as if it was holding it's breath with me. As we approached the boarder, a man approached me, his presence making me tremble. His strong build was prominent even in the shadows of the tall pine trees. The man's face was hooded but I knew who he was before he even spoke. "Luna," Alpha Grayson growled, his voice low. I could feel his piercing steel grey eyes on me as he circled me like a hawk eyeing its helpless prey. "You have spent the last ten years atoning for your parents sins but today we will set you free. From this day forwards, you are no longer part of the Moonshine Pack and are considered as a rogue. If you dare step foot into my territory again, we will not hesitate to kill you on spot." He motioned to a woman. In the dark, I could only make out her slim figure. As she got closer, her soft curls that fell down her shoulders and down her back began to take color. Her iridescent eyes shimmered and her soft lips turned up in a small smile. She would have looked beautiful except for the fact that she held a long metal rod that ended in a deadly point that burned a warm reddish yellow glow and it was dripping with wolfsbane. She approached me on soft delicate feet, palming the rod in hand as if already envisioning how she will dig it into my scarred skin. Her beautiful face twisted into a sneer as she flipped the rod so she held it like a dagger and as quick as a snake, plunged it into my shoulder where my pack tattoo of a full moon was. I let our horrifying screech of pain but strong hands held me in place, stopping me from curling up into a ball. Pain blurred my vision but my pack had no sympathy. They lifted me roughly from the ground by my arms and threw me over the pack boarder and into the wilderness. "Goodbye Luna," Alpha Grayson said before he and his company were gone, turning into wolves and scampering off.

I lay there for some time, my breath going in and out in short gasps. It had felt as if my heart was ripped out of my chest as my pack abandoned me. Slowly I sat up, whimpering as pain shot through my arm. I knew what I had to do. As I clenched my jaw, I swiftly pulled the bar out of my arm and threw it back over the boarder in disgust. I ripped some cloth from my ragged clothes, hoping the dirt and germs wouldn't infect the wound as I tied it around my arm. Slowly I got to my feet, not wanting to cross my pack's– no, Moonshine's patrol. Using the trees, I hobbled away from my only home. It was dark and at every sound of a leaf rustling or the the cracking of a branch sent my heart racing and my eyes searching. I don't know how long I traveled. Sometimes I would have to stop and sit, the feeling of nausea coming over me, but I kept on going. Going away from my old pack. My body felt hot and cold and started to freeze up and my head became heavy as my sight blurred but I kept on going. Just as I thought I reached my limit, I saw light. Lots of light. More light than I had ever seen before. My body gave way and I fell to the ground, my face taking the impact of the fall.

I must have blacked out because when I came to, people stood above me. "She smells like filth," a woman's voice said in disgust.

"She's injured," a man pointed out as he crouched down. I could feel him close to me, too close to comfort, but I didn't have the strength to move. He jerked on the lose knot I tied around my wound and gasped. "Hannah, look!" he said.

"Yes," the woman named Hannah said irritably, "it's an ugly injury."

"No," the man said, "look."

I could feel her crouch down next to him and then gasp. "That's the tattoo of the Moonshine Pack? Right Jack? Why would she be here?" Hannah asked.

"She must have been kicked out," the man named Jack replied, "it would explain for the injuries. Her arm is almost stabbed cleanly through. The bones and mussels must be destroyed."