Chapter 1- Half-moon Pack:
In the dense woods of the new forest many secrets were hidden from the human world, one of these secrets were that werewolves were more than just a legend. In the deepest depths of the forest was a pack of werewolves, known as the half-moon pack, they were the third strongest pack in the depths of the woods, the community of the werewolves was now nearing eight hundred wolves all of different ranks, starting from the Alpha of the pack the highest rank, to the Omegas of the pack the lowest rank of the pack. The Alpha would have three chosen ranks supporting him in running the pack, they were known as the Beta, Gamma and Delta, the Beta being the second in command, the Gamma will be the protector and guard of the Alpha and Luna and the Delta is the lead warrior who handles the security of the pack and the training of the pack members.
The half-moon pack had once been a peaceful pack, all the ranks were accepted and respected, the Alpha although tough was gentle and loving with a big heart, his Luna was loved dearly, the Luna is like the mother of the pack and half-moon was blessed by the moon goddess to have a Luna who was not only strong but kind hearted with a comfortable and warming aura, who was always willing to help those who needed it. The Alpha and Luna were the perfect soulmates, they had a young pup named Maximus who would one day be the next Alpha of the pack, he had once been a happy child, never caring for status and would often scold others if they dared to disrespect the lower ranks of the pack.
Unfortunately, the peace had not lasted, as by the cruel hand of fate half-moon pack were attacked in the night, taken by surprise by what we call rouges. Rouges were werewolves who had lost their humanity, becoming feral and vicious, more animal than they were human. The Rouge Alpha had been a former warrior of the pack, he had been banished from half-moon by the Alpha and had held a grudge, so, while in banishment he built an army of Rouges and had them attack in the night. The Alpha had fought hard, ripping through Rouges like butter, before moving onto the next one, bodies being left in his wake. The Luna had also fought hard, slowing the Rouges from hunting the scared pups, cries and screams had filled the air as parents rushed to get their pups to safety.
The Luna was well trained, fought hard, but upon seeing two Omega pups about to be killed, she had rushed to kill the Rouges. Saving the pups, she had quickly passed them to another pack member, only this turned out to be the only distraction the Rouges had needed.
It has been eighteen years since the Luna died, Maximus had to take over the pack after his father started succumbing to the loss of his mate. Maximus grew up fast, hard and cruel, unmoved by the Omegas and viewed them as nothing but slaves that could be tossed away. Many Omegas had been killed for something as stupid as walking in the Alphas presence, we all learnt quickly that he would never tolerate us, that the slightest of mistakes would mean silver whips or being beheaded. Half-moon slowly changed, Omegas feeling the change the most as they could no longer live carefree, they always had to walk on eggshells in hopes of just making it another day.
Maximus had an equally disgusting girlfriend, vile to the core, always finding amusement in tormenting Omegas, whilst cackling with her minions she called friends. Everyone expects her to be the next Luna of the pack, only one Omega knew differently and that Omega was in fact the true mate of Alpha Maximus.
Winter, a beautiful young girl realised a year ago she was the true mate of the Alpha, dashing her hopes for the future, the Alpha had been more than disgusted and beyond furious. That day she suffered the worst punishment, he had dragged her off, eyes flickering between his usual brown to pitch black as his wolf had fought to come forward. Meanwhile, Winter and her wolf Frost were in a state of panic as his hands painfully squeezed her small wrist, damn near crushing it from his tight grip, taking them to a private room, as to not be heard by anyone. Winter had never forgotten the hardness and coldness of his eyes as he had proudly declared he would not mate with her, that she would serve his chosen mate and be his mistress for when his wolf needs her. Winter had numbed to the core, she expected a rejection, but he ws choosing to harm her, to torment her to a fate worse than death along with her wolf Frost.
That day she had tried to run from the pack, not wanting that life, not wanting to feel him with another, but the Alpha had been expecting her to run and had she was soon dragged right back to him, where he proceeded to reign fist after fist down on her before he had started using silver whips to beat her until she was near death. This was how the Omega Winter the Omega Luna had lived for a year, taking his abuse painfully, each day her wolf Frost being her only companion as they steadily grew weaker.
Winter knew the bond was getting weaker, especially as the first gut wrenching pain as he slept with pack slut Camilla, but after a year the pain was still there but it was more uncomfortable but Winter was more than used to the pain. The only evidence of the bond still being there was the many purple, black and blue bruises marring her entire stomach, an obvious mark upon her pale skin of her mate’s betrayal, marking her skin upon her stomach entirely.
