Warrior Luna

Chapter 1: Edited and slightly rewritten

Amelia

I will always love my job. That's one thing most people can't say. Another thing for certain is I am not just any mundane person. I live in a small pack of werewolves, and we live peacefully amongst mundanes. Everyone has an important job in their pack, an important role. My role is to mentor and train young teenangers that are just growing in their strength. I could never hate what I do because of my assigned rank in the pack. 

A rank, it's kind of a dumb unspoken set of rules. My world is filled with rules, rules that I inhearnantly can't help but follow. It's like second nature, and it's hard to go against that feeling. I do love teaching young children. I mostly love teaching the young girls, they really inspire me. They remind me of when I first started my training as a pup. I live in a small sized cottage not that far from the pack house. I should live in the pack house because I am still unmated. However, I want to stay away from the horny and unmated males of our small pack. I am not afraid of them, it's just to keep me safe. Just because I know how to defend myself doesn't mean I enjoy living in danger.

A young pup gets their wolf at age fourteen and their mate at age sixteen. I am twenty years old and still unmated, it shouldn't matter as much as it does. However, I am seen as an outcast in my own pack. People find me weird because I don't follow the social norms of our world. I really never have, being unmated makes it worse. The judgemental stares, snide comments, rude gossip. It's hard to stay sane, that's why I live on my own and away from the crazy.

I had to fight for my warrior rank because I am a woman. The Moonlight Pack is made up of five thousand wolves. We are a smaller pack, they are usually a lot bigger. The bigger they are, the stronger they are. There are a lot of us all around the world. Each one has an Alpha and a Luna to keep things running smoothly. My Alpha's name is Ryan. He is as good as an average Alpha can be, I respect him enough. We have both human forms and our wolf forms. Usually turning is pretty painful but as you go along it becomes bearable. The color of your fur is something every wolf looks forward to discovering.

However, I've always had trouble submitting to him. My wolf never wants to, but she does because she knows it'll be trouble. A rogue wolf is a one that has no pack andfamily they belong to. They roam the world alone and eventually lose all touch to their human form.​​ They are dangerous to small packs like ours.

I know when to attack. I was taught to attack at the right time. I was taught to study people's movements, to really get to know my enemy in the limited time I had. Studying their stance and breath, even listening to their heartbeat. I know exactly when to spot a bad rogue. See, we are a combination of human and animals. We need to feel our community to survive, our goddess blessed us with mates. Blessed is just one way to describe it if you ask me. One person is your chosen soulmate. It sounds like a fairytale but it has its great pros and enormous cons.

Just like the mundane, we need leaders to keep us in check. There is a royal family in the werewolf community. The Alpha King reigns all over the packs and Alpha's in the werewolf community. The current Alpha King and Queen names are Victoria and Michael. I never really cared for the Royal family. Everyone seems to fawn over that family and their heir.

I look around and see the young pups practicing hard. Each one of them looked tired and exhausted. "Alright, that's enough for today. Go home and relax, you have the rest of the week off." I speak calmly. The advanced hearing we have makes yelling the most annoying thing to do. Being around mundanes with constant yelling can be very triggering.

They all dropped on the ground in exhaustion, I knew they were tired but I had no idea that they were this tired. I walked up to my favorite trainee. I know I'm not supposed to have favorites but I do. The boy had dark skin and warm brown eyes. His hair was perfectly kept in waves. He was short, but not too short.

My favorite trainee, Alex. Most of my trainees are ages fourteen to sixteen. I've been training him for just one year. Alex is raised by his dad, his mom was killed by a rogue when he was three. His dad didn't go crazy, he knew his mate would want him to be with their pup. He was very small when I first started training him, the physcial training built up his appetite. He now looked a little bulkier than when I first laid my eyes on him. No matter how many times Alex fell, he always got back up. I took notice towards his resilience, like I said. These kids have inspired me so much. He's funny and always makes me smile. I am very proud of how much he has grown over the past year. 

"Alex, aren't you sad you won't see me for the rest of the week?" I said in a playful tone. My trainees know that they aren't here just to train but to learn about themselves. This is a safe environment, even though a lot of fighting happens. This is still a happy and welcoming place.

Alex opened his eyes. He was laying on the ground still, like some of the other trainees. He opened his eyes and looked up at me. "Not really, I'm actually happy." Alex said with a smile on his face and a glint in his brown eyes. I began dramatically gasping and grabbing my chest as if I'm hurt.

"You hurt my heart Alex, should I look for a new favorite student?" I said in a hushed tone. Some of the other students began grabbing their bags and exiting our training room. Grabbing onto Alex's hand and starting to help him up. "Take a break for the rest of the week, you worked hard today. I still expect your best next week though."

"Oh I'll bring my best Ms. Amelia, and I think I'll be ready to fight you soon." I almost hunch over in laughter at the statement. "Are we getting cocky now? Maybe I should fight you, so I can see you fall right on your butt."

Alex laughed and walked to get his bag. "Bye Ms. Amelia, I'll see you next week."My mom and dad are the stereotypical mates, they found each other at 16 and automatically fell in love. I don't understand how you could love someone that quick. My mother is very sweet, she's a teacher and works with children a lot. My father was more strict and the disciplinary figure in the household. There is not much dialogue between us but he's always there for me. He's harder on my younger brother Ivan.

My brother Ivan is also fifteen, I don't train him. Goddess knows I would absolutely torture him. Ivan is more like my mother. She is very caring and bubbly, always smiling or finding the good in things. Ivan is the exact replica of my mother, down to their shared physical features. They both have sandy blonde hair and perfect blue eyes.

My appearance is more aligned with my father, and I act like him too. I have his dark midnight hair, green eyes, and pale skin. I am more like my dad than anything, they say first born daughters always are. Maybe that's why I'm so fond of my mother. It's comforting to know that no matter how strict and cold my dad is, he's hopelessly in love with my mom. It's like my mother is the reason his heart beats. That kind of love scares me, but what also scares me is that I will never find it. Maybe the gossip and rumors are starting to get to me. Living distanced from the pack is also not helping but it's a decision I felt was best. My parents hated it but in the end complied.

I exit the large training area and look out to the parking lot. I see my small black car and start walking towards it. Ever since I woke up this morning I've had this weird and uneasy feeling. I gave my students the week off which means I can rest. Usually wolves my age would be giving birth to their first pup. Which I also don't understand, being unmated at this age leaves me so restless. I don't understand everyone around me. It leaves me wondering if I even have a mate out there. Could I be the one exception through generations of my kind to be unmated for the rest of my life? The feeling is uneasy and strange.

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Hello, I am so thankful for Three million reads, it is insane ,truly. I am trying to edit and rewrite this entire book. I read it back and it just seems so young to me. So, here I am committing to truly editing this. It will take some time but chapter by chapter I will do it.  Thank you so much for reading this and supporting me. Trust me the mean comments are kind of helping me edit this so thank you for that too I guess.