My Luna's Revenge

Note: This series is a darker werewolf series. Also be aware of darker elements such a described violence, false accusations and death. -Dean- I hit the ground hard as I was thrown outside. I groaned as the sharp stones cut into my skin. My father seized me by the collar and hurled me even further before I had a chance to get up. The air was forced from my lungs as I crashed to the ground again. Seeing my father approaching, I crawled away, desperate to escape him. “Revenge! Stop!” I heard my mother shout as she ran in front of him, trying to block his path. He brushed her aside more gently than he had with me. “Father, no!” This time, my sister stepped in front of me just before my father could reach me. “Move out of the way, Bella!” he ordered, but she stood her ground. Then my mother ran back in front of my sister, placing her hands on his chest in a desperate attempt to hold him back. “Don’t do this, Revenge! He’s our son!” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. “Our son,” he roared, pointing at me, “is a murderer!” I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the events of the day, feeling all my energy drain away. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I sighed. “He’s still our son!” my mother cried out, unable to accept that I could take an innocent life. “He has betrayed this pack by killing one of its members, and for this, he must be exiled!” my father shouted. My mother shook her head furiously, clutching his jacket and begging him not to go through with it. My sister glanced back at me. Her once brown eyes were now clouded with profound sadness. “Please, please, he’s our son,” she pleaded, tears streaming down her face as she tried to catch my father’s eyes. A crowd had gathered in front of the pack house, their expressions a mix of anger and sorrow as they watched my mother beg for my life. They all believed I was guilty. They all believed I was a murderer. “He’s nothing but a rogue now,” my father declared in a harsh tone, his red eyes—a color I had inherited—glowing menacingly. Despite my mother’s continued pleas, he turned his back and headed back toward the house. Collapsing to her knees, my mother was quickly embraced by my sister. My cousin Kyle and my best friend Carter approached, their faces dark with grim determination as they lifted me from the ground. They were tasked with ensuring my removal from the pack’s territory per my father’s orders. “No, please!” my mother screamed, desperately reaching for me. My sister struggled to pull her away, but it wasn’t until Aunt Rebecca came over and began whispering to my mother that she finally released her grip. Tears streamed down their faces—my mother’s, my sister’s, and my aunt’s. Their desperate and pained expressions were the last things I saw before Kyle and Carter turned me around. Carter pressed his hand firmly on my shoulder to ensure I wouldn’t resist as they led me away. My cousin did the same on my other shoulder, keeping me restrained. I could hear my mother’s anguished cries as she called out to me, but there was nothing she could do. My father had exiled me, and there was no longer a place for me here. As we reached the border of my father’s territory, they threw me to the ground, sending me sprawling just beyond the boundary. I pushed myself up and brushed the dirt off before glancing back at my cousin. Carter was already walking away but shot me one last apologetic look before turning away with a hardened expression. My cousin met my eyes briefly before turning his back and heading back to the house. “Ky—” I wanted to call out to him, but I knew it was futile. He didn’t believe me either, even if I tried to explain that I hadn’t done it. I shivered, feeling the bond to everyone I had known my whole life was severed. I sank to my knees, paralyzed by a deep sense of isolation and despair. How could my own father do this to me? He refused to believe me when I said I hadn’t killed her. Why didn’t he believe me? I loved her. I would never hurt her, but once they found her dead and bloodied in my arms, I was already condemned. Yet he was my father. Why couldn’t he have trusted me? -Cara- “Please, don’t kill me,” he begged, his voice filled with desperation. I smiled down at him, enjoying the sight of him cowering before me as he faced his final moments. “You’re an alpha and a male. Why wouldn’t I kill you?” I asked mockingly. Fear filled his eyes as he looked up at me, but I felt a surge of power watching him come to terms with the fact that he wasn’t escaping this. “W-Why are you doing this?” he stammered. “Because I despise all males,” I said darkly, moving behind him as he knelt on the ground. “And all alphas deserve to die.” I drew the knife across his throat, letting his blood spill out. I watched with a dark satisfaction as he fell to the ground, choking on his own blood. His pack was weak, and he was hardly a true alpha, but that didn’t matter to me. The mere fact that he held the title was enough for me to want his death. Taking down his pack had been effortless for me and my female warriors, but it was still a victory. “Luna?” my second-in-command, Scarlett, called out. I turned to her, realizing I had been standing there for some time, staring at the body. “Yes, Scarlett?” “His death will send a message to the other alphas in the area,” she said, her voice laced with concern. I scanned the faces of my female warriors. We were few in number, but we were strong, and I had complete faith in us. Each of us had endured our share of suffering—abuse, humiliation, and exploitation. We were done with it. It was time for the females to take control. “That’s the point,” I replied, turning away and beginning to circle the dead body. “Search for any females and children. Those who wish to join us are welcome. Those who don’t can leave.” Scarlett nodded and headed toward the pack house. We wouldn’t stay here long. Our preference was the woods. Our goal wasn’t to conquer land. That would come in time as we eliminated every alpha we encountered. “Luna, what if the alphas decide to come after us?” my third-in-command, Zoe, asked. “They won’t be able to find us as long as we keep moving,” I assured her. “We will need to rest soon,” Zoe added. I met her clear blue eyes, which were filled with determination. I knew she was right. While I didn’t tire as easily as the others, I had to remember that they needed rest after a fight like this. “I know the perfect place,” I said, offering her a reassuring smile.