The Broken Wolfless Luna

l's

began in

ging along the inside of my chest as though warning me. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the

ck, and though he had kissed my forehead and promised to return soon, I still co

lence of the house was what unsettled me, that the absence o

rbed as she kept clawin

guard at my door called

y left his mouth before the first

under a

ift, and the sickening crunch of bodies colliding. My heart slamme

I saw it... Shadows darted across the courtyard, warriors collided with

Rogues. Doz

my fingers tremblin

ck, my people, drowning in utter chaos. Then, foot

tomach in a desperate gesture of protection. The ache I'd been ignoring all day sharpe

door to my cham

ues. The stench of blood and iron clung to them like a second skin, it

hand even touched the hilt. The weight of him slammed me back against the bed, the impact m

e to surface, but then all of a sudden the searing burn of

sk.. Tsk.. The great Luna, helpless in her

!" I screa

t me.. You'll wish you were d

mediately dropped as he dragged the edge across my arm.. shallow

they forced my arm down, smearing the blood ac

tered as real

take me. They were.. the

o keep me still. His claws dug into my skin, pricking through the thin fabric of my n

lurring my vision. "He'll find you

ns of a desperate struggle. "Your precious Alpha isn't here to save yo

ed me deeper th

He wasn

ne tonight, o

doubt had already lodged in m

d hard against the floor.. my knees hitting the stool b

narled and struck me hard across the face. Pain exp

y for that

blade pressed against my ribs, the searing burn made me g

Try shifting and you'

llowed my sob. My wolf whimpered,

ht glimpses of their faces, scarred and merciless, but I recognized no

demanded, my voice

inst my ear. "Well my dear Luna.. you won't

en frame, nails splintering against it, leaving frantic ma

me tearing not just from my throat

"He can't hear you, Luna," he said with a cruel grin. "And

ndure, but the silver's burn was

crimson sheets, the claw marks, the wreckage. My ch

ll staged proof of de

erfec

my voice broke out one last time. "He

said it, doubt

eve that if it helps you

d as the night swallowed me, my last tho

he k

tually sent me

cold cell, doubt poisoned me as surely as

I saw, it was slick and hot between my thighs, and th

hrough me, raw and merciless, unti

ed and cried h

to me. Blood pooled under me and with it went the fragil

force the life back into me, as though my sheer will could h

ld was

I thought death would come for me the

th neve

else.. something born from los

n will