Trees, trees, more trees. A forest and, in the midle of it a clearing which helds a small house.
This is largely, everything Elizabeth can remember from the last few years, beside William, not only a rouge, but the rouge that took care of her since she was eight.
Her story is neither the most beautiful, nor the happiest, but is a story that is worth listening .
She is the Imperial Luna, but she wasn't born in a imperial family, neither has killed it and stole the tittle, but won it, showing kindes twords everyone.
She is nothing more than a very unlucky girl, who has a past she barelly remember, and who is trying to survive and adapt the world.
This untill she does what she have done for years and helps a hurt pack member .
Then, the King himself finds her house, the one place no one found wilingly .
And he is angry, very angry at her for calling herself a name only his mate shoud be called.
But, maybe, he will fiind out that she calling herself the Supreme Luna does not bother him anymore after he steps into that house .
London was from a pack that was killed by an enemy pack. She was only seventeen when it happened. She was the only one to escape except for a small boy named Aaron. London rescues Aaron and runs from the scene of the corpses of her pack. She lives peacefully with Aaron as rogues before she stumbles into another pack's territory. Both London and Aaron are taken to the alpha of the pack. But once London and Alpha Mason meet, they realize they have found their mate. But it will be difficult to care for Aaron who is not Alpha Mason's blood. Can London be a good Luna?
SNEAK PEAK
"Don't you touch my pup." I snarled.
"Your pup? I don't think so." The alpha chuckled.
I growled and faced this alpha. Once I saw his face, I lost my breath and my words. I heard pounding footsteps behind me but I couldn't tear my eyes away. A hand wrapped around my chin and head, about to snap my neck but the alpha roared. The man who had my head stopped.
"Take your hands off her. Now." He growled, making his way toward me.
The man immediately removed his hands. He glared at the man as he made his way to me.
"Marvelous." He whispered, stroking my cheek with his thumb.