Moon's Fated Three

“I can’t believe you fucking ran into me!” Morgan tosses her perfectly styled brown hair over her shoulder before lashing out, smacking Abigail across her face. The hit is so hard that it drops Abigail to the ground, her mind struggling to piece together what exactly just happened.

“I said I was sorry.” The sting from the blow causes her eyes to well up as she glances up at Morgan, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.

A sinking feeling opened in Abigail’s chest. Why is Morgan always so cruel to her? It isn’t her fault that the goddess didn’t gift her with a wolf.

Abigail picks up the book she’s been reading and grabs her bag, before standing. Tired of the constant abuse these girls have given her, she finally snaps.

“Perhaps, instead of being hateful, try being nice. I never did anything to you.” She doesn’t know where the courage to speak out comes from.

“Nice to you?” Morgan sneers with disgust. “Never...I wouldn’t degrade myself like that.”

“No, just with every man in our pack,” Abigail grumbles to herself, thinking her words are just out of earshot of the group.

A collective of gasps lets her know she is sorely mistaken. Morgan’s eyes widen in shock and rage at Abigail’s words as she turns back to the smaller girl.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” She shrieks.

Abigail’s heart hammers. She’s messed up. Her instincts take over before she can process the danger, having done this more than once.

She spins on her heels, booking it across the blacktop outside of their school and running down the sidewalk away from the building.

Abigail’s blood rushes in her ears as her feet pound against the cement, eyes scanning for the quickest route home.

Her home is nestled on the far end of the city, usually it’s a leisurely walk for Abigail to make it back. Now, it seems impossibly far.

“Come back here, you worthless bitch!” Morgan gives her chase.

At once, Abigail gives into the voice screaming in her head to ‘move, dammit!’

Yards disappear under her feet as they smack against dirty pavement, and she narrowly avoids puddles in her struggle. Her sight becomes a blur of grays as she navigates the cement jungle of the city. The street that will lead her home is in her sights.

Morgan has always been relentless in her venture to torment Abigail. In the past, Abigail hardly had to look Morgan’s way to receive her abuse.

But Morgan will damn-near murder her for this.

This is the price Abigail pays for being an abomination, for being a werewolf without a wolf.

Fear spirals within her as the thundering footsteps of Morgan and her gang close in behind her.

The closer they get, the more her heart races. Beads of sweat drip down Abigail’s skin as she pushes herself to get away.

The garden coming into view is a welcoming sight. Her prayers of making it to her house ring loudly in the air.

Please let her get inside safely. Please, goddess. Please get her inside safetly, at least for now.

There’s no doubt the beating will come another day.

Skidding around the corner, she slides across the ground, tripping over an uprooted part of a tree before quickly tumbling into the dirt. Pain radiates through her, but she can’t waste another moment.

Grabbing her book, she pushes herself up from the ground, trying to escape. But her fall is just the delay Morgan needs to catch up.

A rough push from behind her causes her to tumble down onto the ground again. A soft cry leaves her lips, knowing that there would be bruises across her body later.

Hoots and hollers roll through the air at their excitement.

“Look at what we have here,” Morgan taunts, her friend’s laughter filling the surrounding space.

Rolling over, Abigail peers up into Morgan’s black eyes, swirling with pure pleasure in tormenting Abigail, something Abigail will never understand.

“You d-don’t have to d-do this.” Abigail clutches the book to her chest. “Please d-don’t.”

“Aww, are you begging me to spare you?” Morgan grins slyly. “Do it again.”

Abigail deflates. Morgan is going to make her beg. What choice does she have? “Please, Morgan. Please let me go. I’m sorry.”

Blinking her eyes rapidly, Morgan shrugs with a smile. “Fine, get up.”

Hesitantly, Abigail slowly gets to her feet as she keeps a wary eye on Morgan. Out of the girls, Morgan is the most vicious, and Abigail has no doubt Morgan is planning something.

“So, you’re going to let me go?” Abigail asks uncertaintly.

“No.” She laughs, shaking her head.

Frustration fills Abigail as she clenches her fist. Her tight-lipped glare seeks to bring intimidation. However, from the grin that spreads across Morgan’s face, she knows it’s not working.

“Oh!” Morgan exclaims, looking at Abigail with excitement. “Does little Abigail Moore suddenly have balls enough to defend herself?”

“Enough.” Abigail’s confidence slowly slips. “Leave me alone.”

Fear creeps through her, waiting for what they will do. But at the same time, it was to be expected in the end. She is the pack punching bag, and her life has always been filled with trepidation.

Laughter fills the air as the girls surround her. Panic floods her system.

“You hear that, girls!” Morgan waves her arms, hyping her friends up even more. “She wants us to leave her alone.”

The taunting tone Morgan uses causes chills to cross Abigail’s skin, leaving a twisting sickness growing in her belly. It was coming, and it was only a matter of time before Morgan struck out.

As she focuses on her main attacker, she doesn’t even realize that one of the girls is quickly coming up behind her until it’s too late. The girl’s fingers grip her hair like a vise, yanking her backward and forcing her to her knees.

“We are going to have some fun with you.” The girl grinds the words through clenched teeth and smiles wickedly.

“Let me go!” Abigail screams, trying to break free from the girl’s clutches. However, the more Abigail struggles, the more the girl seems to be entertained by it.

“Poor useless, wolf-less abomination.” Morgan grins as she steps closer. “The only reason you aren’t dead or banished is because of your parents.”

“Leave them out of this.” Abigail hissed through bared teeth as she grabs at the girl’s hands, searching for a way to break free from the death grip on her hair.

“Leave them out?” Morgan laughs. “Oh, but they’re the problem. They should have cast you out the day you were born, to be eaten by the rogues.”

“She was probably found in the trash,” another girl adds as they continue laughing.

Anger burns inside Abigail like a slowly growing wildfire.

She tolerates people saying whatever they want about her, but when it comes to her parents, she won’t have it. Her parents are the kindest and most caring people in the pack. They go above and beyond for those in need.

“Shut up.” She lashes out, smacking one of the girls in the face.

Quickly, the girl drops her hold on Abigail, giving her a small moment to scramble away. Quickly she puts distance between herself and the others.

Abigail’s behavior is one the group doesn’t expect, and the echoing silence that spreads between them reveals her mistake.

“You just hit me. You stupid bitch!” The girl’s entire body shakes as her foot stomps, teetering on the edge of a fit.

“You messed up now, Abigail.” Morgan taunts, causing the other girls to pitch in with their sadistic remarks.

There is no doubt that a beating is coming her way, but instead of fear filling her, she feels different.

Abigail’s panic redoubles the power building up inside of her, and it’s something she can’t control. The stronger it grows, the heavier her mind becomes.

Excruciating pain radiates in the back of her skull as her vision blurs. Her mind sinks into a slow fog as a blue glow of flames erupts from her skin, giving off an ominous aura.

“What the hell—” A voice calls out, but it’s dull, compared to the siren of voices within Abigail’s mind all screaming at her to unleash her anger.

The only feeling her body seeks is revenge.

‘Make them pay,’ a voice says from somewhere deep inside her; the power of it is uncontrollable and demanding.

Closing her eyes, she anticipates their next move, but as their footsteps grow near, something new seems to bubble inside her. Something she has never felt before.

“Enough!” Abigail roars, silencing their torment.

Her eyes shoot open as a wave inky black energy explodes from her body, tossing the girl back from where she kneels.

The power running through her veins feels amazing, but at the same time, it’s wrong.

A shadow of a figure appears from the corner of her eye. Its tall, well-built body, reveals dark eyes that stare at her as she slowly loses control. “What’s going on—”

Chaos and commotion unfold around Abigail, taking everyone by surprise.

No matter, Morgan doesn’t seem to care. She doesn’t realize the danger she is in, and how unsteady Abigail is at this moment.

“You crazy bitch.” Morgan lunges at Abigail with her claws extended.

The power craves Morgan’s reaction, and Abigail’s body moves as if she has taken a backseat in her mind. The power unleashes once more, and this time, it’s solely directed at Morgan.

***

Flames of a fierce, blinding light explode around the girl, shrouding her in sparks. Their intensity forces James to turn away before panic fills his mind.

He was on his way to meet with this pack’s Alpha for business, and the power emanating from nearby drew him in.

He has to stop what is happening, but he isn’t sure how to do that. Who is this girl? And how much power can she toss around?

As he runs, a growing need to be closer to this girl builds inside him, like his body couldn’t carry him fast enough.

When he finally gets to the source, he blinks in awe at the beautiful woman before him unleashing her wrath upon others.

“Stop!” He reaches for her stomps towards where the other girls lay.

Before she has the chance to unleash whatever it is, he makes his move.

He throws himself as fast as he can to block the attack, his body colliding with hers as he wraps his arms around her body. The force knocks her straight to the ground.

Tingles erupt from their skin brushing, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

“Mate,” he whispers, staring down at her in disbelief. He’d finally found her.

But through the chaos, there is nothing but darkness in her eyes.