Booki Chapter44
Luna Made
The tree looks all twisted and barren without its leaves. Branches stretch up toward the sky. The moon’s shadowy light makes it look hauntingly beautiful, even though there is nothing that makes them beautiful at the
moment.
Bittersweet velvet warmth runs down my throat, distending my stomach. I feel bloated with the pain that his words caused.
The leading families have poisoned their young children’s minds since birth against me. It’s almost like a divorced human mother poisoning their young against a father who has done nothing wrong. By the time the young turn into adults, they realize what the mother has done, but it’s too late for that relationship with the father to truly become what it could have been.
The Alpha is corralled with the Luna and Beta. All three stand shoulder to shoulder as the lower–ranked wolves prowl around slyly. Circling round and round, accusations fly out. The high–pitched voices of females ask, “How could you do that?”
The lower tenor of
he males voices,
rank, what does that mean?”
Power in numbers, that’s what I’m seeing. The
Judgment time.
when by they as the most powerful, but against a pack he is only as powerful as the lowest–ranked juvenile male.
The low rank wolves make up most of the pack, while the higher leaders.
hihuahanks are a scattered few. If you have no faith in your leadership, then it’s time for new
“She was a juvenile!” another low–ranked female yells from the
gathering, a circle that’s slowly tightening around them.
The moon in all her brilliance is watching. Stars flicker in the darkened sky, like candlelight in the wind.
The air is unstable as the pack presses into them. Males start to snap jaws, and females are moved to the back by males who don’t want them hurt.
The illusion of them is wobbling as the light of their actions creates a new, brighter picture for all to see.
Luna Catherine looks at me, holding my eyes. What does she see when she looks at me? When I look at her, constitution of me wants to challenge her, I want to tight the wro
wrongs she has done.
Wild
wants to come
to
the
forefront. The
A crack of my jaw as it comes unhinged shakes my core. A howl lifts up to the moon from my throat that has never howled before.
My knee is the next to buckle as it shifts, molasses slow. Ripping the tendons, tearing the muscles, it realigns to its natural angle.
“No,” I cry to the moon. I can’t do this, not here, not now, not in front of these wolves to witness my second shift ever.
My wolf’s eyes see different colors than I do. The wind blows now, rustling the fur that is starting to consume my naked flesh. Another shift of the opposite hip has me taking a position on all fours. Sinking my fingers into the earth, I beg it to give me strength. I can’t do this. My shirt rips down the middie, exposing muscles that are liquid underneath flesh as the ribs shift into a ribcage of my true form.
Breathe.
The wolf in me is trying to tuck me inside her, trying to push me into the background as she ascends. Her eyes don’t leave the Luna’s now. A shoulder pops out of the socket with the weight shifting downward, back curving up, feet stretching, getting longer, higher arched, the shoes nothing more than tattered rubber. The wolf is in control now. A snap of jaw so loud has attention falling our way. Eyes that have never seen me are now seeing who I am… but who am I now?
“Her eyes,” a female points out, as if just noticing my change now.
With great heaving pants, the rest of my body moves into its proper position until the only thing left of me is my mind, and even that the wolf now controls.
A wobble almost has my wolf face down before she recovers her quivering muscles. They have not been used in such a long time, it’s like a new fawn finding its legs.
Justice, is that what she wants for years spent away?
As more wolves notice my posturing toward the Luna, they start to back away, letting nature take its course. Survival of the fittest.
“I won’t fight you,” she yells out to the wolf. The Alpha takes a position in front of her, protecting his queen.
Ears are flattened down. Intent is there. Nose pulls back, revealing the sharpened teeth. A paw takes a step toward in intended threat. The step toward me, guarding the most precious.
Alpha takes
a
Ridge fur rises up along the spine, puffing the coat of the Wolf up and out. The nature of my Wild wants to become big. Fierce. There are gasps from the crowd as they see something unusual. A sickness has been festering for too long, polluting the pack, making it weaker than it really is. Remove the cause, you remove the poison, letting everything heal.
Insanity.
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Taking the first leap, my wolf meets the Alpha’s jaws. He shifts like liquid water, smooth. The Wild is no match for a full–grown male. He shakes her neck hard before tossing her away like a rag doll. Blood on our necks tells us that he could have killed but did not.
The Wild doesn’t stay down like his warning growl says. Instead, it shakes off the bite. Droplets of blood fly into the faces of the wolves, who are open mouthed. Shaking, the Wild is so full of absolute rage it pours off her skin in great waves.
The nature of my Wild is no turn tail. She meets the Alpha, head raised, teeth flashing. Tail straight, again she sees him not as her Alpha, but as something that needs to be put down.
What if she fails? Doubt creeps into me. She has no doubt as she lunges again. A shoulder opens up, causing a whimper and limp backward. Now it’s her blood staining the dirt where grass doesn’t grow, mixing with our mate’s blood that has not dried yet.
The crowd is starting to shift, standing on my right and left. Wolves from my low rank stand together, safety in numbers.
The pack starts to nip at the haunches of the Alpha and Beta, leaving the Luna alone, saving her for last. She is our mother and should know better. If she could do that to her real offspring, what could she do to
is not worthy to be called
on that has she done to us that we don’t even know about yet? Real mothers don’t do that. She
This is the pack’s opportunity to cleanse itself, provide its own antidote.
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