Lupus Lunae (werewolf)

chapter 1

The moon goddess, Selene, watched her children from above. They were all special and unique. One more so than the others. Sandra Michael wasn't like any other werewolf. She had been hated by everyone her whole life. Her parents hadn't wanted her as they were alphas and Sandra's birth had been complicated leaving the luna baron. This meant the next in line to be alpha wouldn't be a Michael but whomever Sandra mated with.

This was not acceptable in their eyes or in the eyes of the pack. Alpha females often mated with someone of lower rank such as a beta, gamma or ordinary pack member. It was also quite common for them to be mated to omegas. If an omega mated with Sandra the pack was sure to be attacked and taken over for being weak.

This is why everyone hated her.

Their hatred was often shown through violence both physical and sexual.

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Sandra cried silently having given up fighting the men off years before. This one pounded into her one final time with a grunt before pulling out of her, pulling up his boxers and jeans and walking out. Not wanting to move because of the pain, Sandra laid still for a minute before her wolf spoke to her.

‘You need to get up darling, before someone comes in and hurts you for not doing your chores.’ She said in a soothing voice.

‘I know Selene, but it hurts.’ Sandra replied in her head.

‘Do you wish me to take some of the pain for you?’ Selene asked in her serene, old fashioned voice.

‘No I couldn’t do that to you of all people. You’re the only one that cares about me. I’ll be fine.’ To stop Selene trying to argue Sandra stood, righted her clothes and shuffled to the kitchen. She had to make everyone dinner before six then wash all of their clothes and put them away before polishing their shoes and cleaning the pack house from top to bottom. By the time she had finished it was three in the morning and Sandra had to be up again by five to get breakfast ready and start clearing the house so she could go to the shop for supplies. Setting the alarm on her phone, which she only had so she could be called by pack members and maintenance men, she climbed under the blanket she had on the floor in the kitchen and fell asleep instantly.

Sandra awoke nearly an hour later with a sharp pain in her stomach. Groaning she tried to sit up but the pain increased and spread to her arms.

‘What’s happening Selene?’ she asked on a gasp.

‘You are shifting. I will take as much of the pain as I can. You will not be able to handle the pain on your own.’ Selene replied and the pain lessened considerably to a bearable ache. Soon Sandra’s bones started the break at unnatural angles and reform which, not having Selene taking some of the pain, would have made her scream.

Suddenly all the pain was gone and when Sandra looked down she saw golden fur. Catching sight of herself in the front of the cooker, Sandra gasped. Not only was she gold but she had silver, bronze and copper patches over her making her look like an intricate metal sculpture.

 Just then someone hummed making Sandra look over in fear.

‘I had my suspicions it was you but one can never be sure. I have certainly made mistakes before.’ An old lady was standing in the doorway. Sandra recognized her immediately. She was the only person in the pack that wasn’t cruel to her. She wasn’t kind to her but she wasn’t cruel. ‘You can shift back. I won’t hurt harm you in any way.’

‘You can trust her Sandra.’ Selene soothed. Sandra shifted back and started to cover herself until she realised she was dressed in nicer clothes than she had ever worn before. She was wearing a tight fitting but stretchy gold top with bronze trim and no sleeves and a silver pleated knee length skirt with copper leggings underneath. Her shoes were gold, silver, bronze and copper gladiators. On her dark brown, long, braided hair was a laurel made of complicatedly wound gold, silver, bronze and copper leaves with a howling wolf in the centre. Sandra had never felt more beautiful in her life.

‘Huh. Pretty. If you press the wolf you should go back to normal.’ With much regret Sandra did as she was told and sure enough she was in her cheap, dark skinny jeans and grey shapeless t-shirt.

‘How did you know that? What did you mean by you thought it was me? What was me? And what did you mean when you said you had been mistaken before? Mistaken about what?’ Sandra asked forgetting that when she spoke she was beaten.

‘Calm down and I’ll explain. First what do you know of the lupus lunae?’

‘The wolf of legend? Not much just that they were supposed to save or destroy the world but what does a myth have to do with me?’ she asked confused.

‘The lupus lunae isn’t a myth and you see it has everything to do with you.

You are the lupus lunae.’