The Fate of The Luna

Chapter 2

Jordan's P.O.V.

I whip my head around to see the small, fragile handsome boy heal in a matter of seconds. Damn Royals. I fucking hate them and their abilities. He towers over me now and smiles. Braven is now a muscular hottie, and I know my face is bright red and exposing me. I'm heartless not blind.

The Greek God of a man extends his hand and the smile widens and I see his beautiful white teeth and canines. I practically melt. I love a man that flashes his canines in a smile, especially when they're that pretty. I get over myself long enough to extend my hand and shake his. I give the stupid polite smile.

"Aw. Beta Braven, I should have recognized you, I guess?" It comes out more as a question than I wanted it to. I was honestly being completely sarcastic anyway. The Royal Pack has never ventured out this way. They know better. We are not allies, but we are not enemies. We recognize we are both very powerful packs, and despite their name, they really could not handle my pack if we did attack.

His smile turns into a frown and back into a smile. Had I not been admiring his canines still; I would not have noticed. I smirk a little. Does he expect me to bow down and respect him? I will fall to the floor dead before I ever bow before him.

Braven clears his throat and I focus again back on the situation at hand. "Luna Jordan, I have told some of the truth," he does a half shrug and I roll my eyes.

"Braven, my wolf wants to go on a run. I have been postponing it all day and now you are still causing me to postpone. Is the matter urgent or are you going to continue beating around the bush and wasting my fucking time?" I'm growling lowly by the end of the rant. This man is pissing my wolf off to a no longer tolerable extent. I am usually not as much of a raging bitch and I may have even continued using his Beta title, but I'm on edge. Running is my release and a lot of chaos has been occurring in my pack lately. We can feel an attack coming. I realize this and flash my canines and growl at the Beta in front of me.

Braven looks taken back, but he does not try to declare his dominance over me, knowing he can't. I smirk at the thought of forcing him into submission. "The Royal Pack has been investigating your neighboring pack for some years. I have been a spy and have been reporting back to the Royal Alpha for a year now. That is until I was discovered and had to run. By not allowing me to just lightly attack your guards and run away deeper, you have just involved yourself in the investigation and a war." He states calmly. I roll my eyes and groan. I could have overthrown the neighboring Alpha years ago and taken the land over if it weren't for the stupid treaty my dad signed. I throw my hands up in the air as I realize I'm not going to get to run today and now must handle this bullshit situation.

"Fucking great," I mutter and make my way out of the cell. I hope Braven gets the hint to follow because I'm tired of talking to him right now. I lead the way to a guest room, and he follows me in. I turn around to face him. Fortunately, he had a small fabric wrapping around his waist that covered his manhood. "You can stay in here. There is a bathroom right there," I point off to the side and to the door leading to the attached bathroom. "There's some clothes and things already stocked in the closet and the bathroom has toiletries," I list off somewhat quickly hoping somehow, I can just shift while he showers and eats. My wolf is practically in charge of my human right now and is ready to shift and run.

Braven nods as a response and I know he can hear how my wolf's voice is lacing with my own. I have got to run. He mutters a small thank you and heads to the bathroom to clean up. I mind link some guards to stand outside his door. I send a separate mind link to my dear love in the kitchen, Frank. He is the best chef in the world and has been a father figure to me in some instances. I tell him to whip up our guest a royal feast and chuckle. Frank will probably send him a moldy sandwich if he picks up on my true intent and feelings.

I keep laughing to myself and take off running out of my beautiful manor. I cannot shift and mess this place again. We just got it fixed. I start laughing maniacally and as soon as I hit the grass, I shift. I take off sprinting. My bright fawn colored fur is slicked back by the wind and I have a dead rabbit in my mouth before I could even blink. I am almost in the middle of the forest. I look around and wonder how I got here so fast.

'Lovey' I gently link to my wolf, hoping she falls for my sweet call.

'Yes Jordan?' she questions back clearly irritated with me.

'How did we get here so fast? Are you using our fucking powers with the stupid ROYAL BETA right in the territory?!' I hiss back at her. She knows how fucking dangerous it is.

'I-i-I I wasn't thinking' she stutters back. I can't help but to smirk knowing that I hold dominance even now.

I cut off the link even after she apologizes over and over. My wolf, Estelle, can be very annoying. She is powerful though or I would have already cut our link and asked for a new wolf. Our souls are somewhat intertwined, but everything is possible. I've had three wolves already. Estelle is my fourth. She is aware I have no problem going for the fifth.

I lose part of my sanity some say. Some say it causes me to lose more and more feeling of my emotions. Some say I have no heart. Some say I'm an evil bitch. Others think I'm brave for taking on this role and sacrificing so much so young.

The truth? I have no attachment to anyone. That includes my wolf. I hate the idea of a mate for this exact reason. If I am mated, I can no longer exchange wolves. I do not need attachment. I have my own pack to run. I have no intention of leaving my pack and going to be some dumb alpha's pet. Oh, Moon Goddess, what if my mate isn't even an alpha? My wolf body can't even handle the thought. I throw up the rabbit I had eaten earlier.

I pad away and look around realizing I've been running for a while now. The moon is starting to shine in the middle of the sky. I sit and release a howl up and hear my pack and even some not aligned with me howl back in submission. I happily prance as my head gets bigger. I take off running back to my manor to continue the conversation with the stupid fucking royal beta.

I mentally roll my eyes and growl. I just want to be able to run and feel free for as long as I can. I continue running back to my pack because they are my only true attachment, but they are still replaceable if they get out of line. I approach the end of the woods and shift. My guard hands me the clothes I keep at the edge of the woods for shifting back. I take them and thank him. I get dressed standing next to him and he even steadies me while putting my socks and shoes on.

The only reason our pack does not walk around nude always is because of the children and other species of mates here. We are inclusive and I do not allow others to be uncomfortable within our pack by anyone other than me. Those of us who are werewolves and have trained and shifted in front of each other before do not pay the nudity any mind.

I head back to the packhouse in some black leggings and a tank top. I have black Vans on, and my dark blue hair reaches down to my waist framing my body in its color. My eyes are typically black due to enjoying my wolf and I's combined power, but out of wolf form are a bright seafoam green. I enter the manor and find the beta and a new man sitting in my living room on my couch looking at me waiting expectantly. My eyes narrow and I look the new man over. I breath in his scent and growl lowly.

"Who the fuck is he?" I demand an answer from someone in the room immediately.