The Alpha's Bald Luna

ELA

other ordered in a whisper, "

and right now, I felt horrible. Who cared what the pack members thought? They weren't

success of yet another harvest season. Our land was so rich and fertile,

st to their Alpha and my father, Alpha Trojan Hulker. I sat by the left side of his magnificent seat while my

en harder. Drummers beat their drums like it was a thief caught in the market, caterers stirred la

of my birth. That was a week-long celebration and nearly all the packs in the north were represented. My parents had narrated the even

my parents. With every year that my mother's belly stayed flat, to

richest and most powerful wolf in Left Stone pack. He could get any she-wolf he wanted so why di

and my mother conceived me. My parents were overjo

gular in our home. As I grew, it became more and more obvious that I was a sickly wolf. The most notable sign was that my wounds to

sat on the sidelines and watched while other wolves trained and played. I even had to be homeschooled as the pack school proved imposs

e pack doesn't need to see it." my father growled at me, loud e

were kind and supportive to my plight but even they were just

lead us as Luna if she i

e day blow her away. We should put

strength. Surely, she is curse

y 18th birthday last year, their hushed tones giving away the distress in their hearts. Most werewolves h

as unfortunate as this. She is a burden and a so

lves my age proudly displayed their harvest at the ceremon

wl from my father

m my chair. I could feel my parent's eyes boring holes into my

ge lake and sat by it, hugging my knees to my chin. Voices and music

ace before disappearing into the shimmery blue water. Another pebble followed, the spl

oice of my best friend call

ickname 'Panda' would earn him a playful (or not) jab to his

s voice shifted from playful to co

a

're

y!!!" I yelled

ad about taking out my foul mood on him but I didn't call him back.

ould see the gigantic mountain that separated us from Right Stone, our neighboring pack and ally. For cent

my beloved pack, Left Stone, supplied them with all the crops and spices they could ever need. Since we sh

. I loved seeing my reflection as my beauty was nearly the only good thing I had going for

ky straight hair reached my waist, their silver colour a wonder to the entire pack. My pearly ski

were fixed on a faulty frame and they

as hearing were no longer shouts of joy but of panic, and the music had st

and stood as still as a statue. When the approaching figure came into view, I heaved a sigh o

he words that breathlessly left his mout

r attack! Your father and