The Luna Alpha

The duel

I woke early the next morning, changing into baggy sweat and a tee for comfort, I grab a spare change of clothes for after my wolf transformation. Sparring in the capital wasn’t just human form, you also had to spar in wolf form so unless I wanted to be stark naked in front of all my alpha peers I needed the spare.

You could purred Kayleigh in my head our mate will be there, as well as it will remind them you are an empowered female.

Although you make great points, I also must be a classy Luna I mentally roll my eyes even though I’m not “mated” in their eyes, I will still be judged on my lack of decency.

Kayleigh growls in response and recedes back into my mind to rest for the match. My wolf knows she is much smaller than a lot of the Alpha’s wolfs we will be facing today, so she will need all the rest she can get.

I walk downstairs to the little “restaurant” of the inn and sit down to order. My drink arrive as Dot and Micheal, both in their own comfy wear, join me.

“You ready Luna alpha,” Micheal asks

“You haven’t been training as much as me, I should ask you if you are ready.” I chuckle at him

“I’ve sparred with Anthony a few times, Amos however has not been out to stretch his legs in a while” he shakes his head

“Well lucky for you, the beta sparring is less about proving yourself than my matches will be” I smile softly. After we finishing eating we hop into the car and head up to the estate. Once we arrive we continue down the road up into a little parking lot surrounded by woods. I give Dot my clothes to put in her bag as we climb out of the car and head toward the trail.

After walking a mile in the trails, a clearing comes up and opens up into the massive field. The field is about the size of ten football fields, as I’m trying to take in the sheer size of it I spot Uncle Dev hobbling to me.

“Come on, come on Luna Alpha you are almost late” he ushers me to a silver and gold tent, “there is a trunk inside that has some clothes to change into.”

A little confused I enter the tent, I was vaguely sure I had been here before as I weaved over to the trunk. After throwing open the trunk I understood why I knew the tent. This was my parents tent, and there laying out in piles were mom’s favorite sparring suits. Flexible, breathable, and tough were her main attraction for these suit, and as I slid one on I knew now what she meant.

I quickly throw my hair in a messy bun and exit the tent to find a tearful Uncle Dev. “You look just like your mom” he says as he sweeps me away to the open field again. Once we got in sight of the clearing, my heart sank. There stood all 6’ 3” of Alpha Greymore, the guy who has hated my guts since my father ripped his fathers throat out. Once he saw me within the field range he launched at me, I dodged him barley, taking a large scratch to the arm. He continued after that trying to hit me, jab after jab making the air swoosh pass my face as I dodged.

I use his assault as a chance to study him, how he moves, where his weak points are. He gives me an opening pretty quickly, I throw my first into his stomach, followed quickly by an upper cut, and ending with sweeping my legs to knock him off balance. Before he could recover, I jumped up and slammed into his chest. He tumbled to the ground, rolled, and recovered back onto his feet. The anger in his eyes radiated through his who body, this was no sparring match, this was a duel.

He quickly launched at me, I sparred off one blow as he lands another to my stomach. The hit knocks me a little unbalanced, I use the momentum he gave me to swing my leg wide up and connected with his jaw. He was surprised by the hit to his jaw so much that he stumbled back. He launches more attacks at my stomach, one good one lands, knocking me back and the wind right out of me. I roll out of the way as he barrels to me and back on my knees trying to catch my breath.

That’s when I see it, Greymore is transforming into his wolf. If anyone thought he was tall, they had never seen the size of his Smokey grey wolf. His wolf’s electric green eyes pierced right through me as I called Kayleigh to me. I transformed quickly, which worked in my favor because his wolf faltered when he saw her. Her white coat and blue eyes were pretty normal, but what made Kayleigh stand out was her pink hues that her fur had. No one that I knew off in our history had Pinkish fur, there were a few rare blue furs, or purple eyes, but Kayleigh was the first pinkish wolf.

She growled softly, and launched herself at his throat pretty quickly. I knew she wanted to end this quickly, my body had taken a beating, we needed to end it before he did anymore damage. Her first attempt at his throat was a failure, but he launched one after another until she latched on to him. He tried to shake us off, I could tell he was desperate to not let us inflict any damage. Kayleigh dug her back claws into the ground, gaining leverage and ripped right into his throat. His wolf roared out in pain as he lashed out with his front paws to get us off.

His claws connected with Kayleigh’s snout, pain radiated through her as she let go of his neck and sprang back a few steps out of range for any more swipes of his paws. The wound was deep from her attack, he was bleeding bad. We both knew she only needed on more good hold on it to weaken him enough to make him submit, he knew it too. It was a game of cat and mouse for what felt like ever, then his wolf started to feel the effects of the blood loss, he got sluggish, Kayleigh took her chance.

She launched and attached herself to his neck again, rolling onto her back she used her back legs to flip his up and over her, twisting in midair to land perfectly on him, pinning him by the throat. We could feel him transform back under us, he was weak, he was submitting to us. I took back over, Kayleigh was weak to, our wounds were not shallow for sure. Once back in my own body I stood over him, “Greymore , this is going to hurt” I could see his eye lids flutter and then pure pain radiated through him as I lay my hands on his wound.

A soft green glow appears around my hands and his wound starts to heal. I can feel the strength returning to him as it closes up. He gains enough strength back to sit up with my hands still on his wounds, wide eyes as I heal some scratches on his side from me. “How?” He asked but I don’t have much energy left to answer him. I’ve used a lot of my own strength to heal him. I slump against him, “Zamora?” I can hear the worry in his voice.

“I have gifts Greymore, and I know Zack used your anger toward me against you, but I beg you, take me to the safety of my tent so I can rest,” I pled with my eyes as I feel my energy drain from me. Without another word he lifts me in his arms, and walks back toward the camp, our fight had taken us far from it. I drifted off as I see my mate rushing to Greymore when we come into view.