The Fate of The Luna

Chapter 1

Jordan's P.O.V.

I run the blade across my fingers, a few drops of blood pour out. My wicked smile grows, and I stare down at my victim. The fear in the young rogue's eyes intensifies tenfold, this only fuels my wolf's ego more. The blade is coated in silver and one deep cut will have the rogue confessing everything to me. I just scraped my skin and while it burned, it does not have the normal effect on me it would other wolves.

I twist the knife around in my hands while my eyes burn into the green ones staring back at me. Any other time I would think the boy looking up at me was quite handsome. He looks to be about mid 20's with dark raven black hair and those bright green eyes. His lips are full and a rosy pink. If he hadn't have viciously attacked and injured two of men, I may have invited him to join my lovely pack, but alas I do not allow any attacking among pack mates. So, this handsome boy must die, but I want to have little fun first.

"Who sent you." I meant it as a question, but my wolf uses my Luna voice and demands the information. I am not his Luna, but he has no choice to answer me. Rogue or not, no one can defy my wolf's wishes. No one.

"No one sent me. I'm fleeing from your neighboring pack," He answers immediately, straining to talk. I may have left him down here for a few days without food or water, but in my defense, I was busy running a pack. His voice is quite hoarse, and his wrists are trembling in the silver cuffs that keep him attached to the wall.

"Why are you fleeing. What have you done." Again, it was meant as a question, but came out as a demand. My wolf always loves to show her dominance especially around rogues and wolves who think they can put up a fight with me.

"I have done nothing. I was being abused by the alpha. I came here to get away, but I was so scared when I saw your men in their wolves' fighting stances, I just attacked. I swear," He's whispering and can barely speak by the end of it. How fucking typical. Another run away from another pack. Fucking men are not meant to lead, especially without a voice of reason at his side. The boy does look malnourished and it isn't from the two days he was down here without food. I approach and circle him, eyeing his whole body up and down. I can see the scars, burns, bruises, and whip lashes all over him. I swallow back the bile in my throat feeling absolute disgust at the sight.

I sigh and crouch next to him. "Okay, what's your name?" I ask this time. My wolf retreating a little and allowing me to question and not demand this information.

"Braven," he whispers. I can tell it feels foreign on his own tongue. He probably hasn't been called by his name in years from the sight of him, I can only imagine the emotional abuse that has been inflicted. It's quite ironic his name and the situation he was in. The Moon Goddess knew he must be brave I suppose.

I give him a small smile. I do not feel bad for chaining him up or not feeding him. That was his punishment for hurting his pack mates. "All right Braven. Welcome to WillowFall Pack," I smile and motion for a guard to unchain him. Braven is unsure how to respond so he does not move at first. I groan. How much is this kid expecting? He did hurt my warriors. He's strong and a potential threat, but I'm trying to give him a shot.

"Get up dude. I'm a Luna. I have a pack to lead and shit to do. You're taking too much time to move. I'm trying to help you, but my patience is very thin." I state with a threatening tone taking over by the end. My wolf is aching for a run and this kid is pissing her off. He looks up when I refer to him as dude. He's confused. Lunas are supposed to act a certain way and speak properly and blah blah blah. I'm 19. I could give two fucks less.

"Luna, with all due respect I wasn't asking to join your pack. I was hoping you could contact my brother and I could get back to my pack. Alpha Drake kidnapped me a year ago and has been beating me ever since," he looks up at me, but looks away almost immediately when he sees my look of pure anger.

"You dare not join my pack? Do you realize what pack I said? The WillowFall Pack," I repeat the name with complete malice lacing every word. He starts cowering away until he is eventually bowing laying as low to the floor as he can be. I circle around him like he is my prey and I'm about to attack. Maybe the Moon Goddess made the dumbass too brave for his own good.

"I mean no offense Luna. I just wish to return to my mate," he basically begs. I roll my eyes. Fucking mates. Of course. Stupid wolves thinking their mate is the only thing that matters. It's the most ludicrous thing I've ever heard, but I oblige because the Moon Goddess makes one for everyone or whatever.

"Aw, I see. What is the name of your pack?" I question impatiently, just wanting to get in the fucking woods and run. All I can think about is how my paws are going to feel against the forest floor and the sounds of nature filling my ears. A small smile is starting to form at the thought, then my blood freezes as Braven answers my question.

"The Royal Pack." He states and drops the façade completely.