Dead Luna

Chapter three - The attack

Amelia’s POV

***violence and assault warning***

I may not have a wolf, but I’m not completely defenseless, either. I’ve had some warrior training in my teens, up until it became apparent that I had no wolf, and I have tried to stay in reasonable shape ever since then. But I do recognize that 3 werewolves against 1 lone woman was horrible odds even in the best of circumstances. Running would be absolutely useless, with them still being in their wolf forms. So I do the only thing I can think of, I grab a large stick off the ground as the 3 wolves shift into 3 dirty ragged men and come after me. Then their putrid scent hits me, rogues!

I swing the stick at the first of the rogues to come near me, hitting him in the side. He grunts, but is otherwise undeterred.

“Hey, pussycat, let’s play nice now”, he says with a growl. I take another swing at him, but he grabs the stick and throws it to the side. One of his fellow rogues with a patch over his eye and straggly dirty blond hair is distracting me while the third sneaks behind and grabbed my arms, his touch making my skin crawl.

“Let go of me!” I shout, and try to kick backwards at him, but he twisted around and threw me against a tree, hard. My head explodes with the pain of the impact.

The men all laugh. Eye patch guy takes one of my arms from his friend and helps to pin me against the tree. The first guy, whom I assume is the leader of this rag tag group of rogues, pulls a sharp looking machete like knife from the cross body holster he wore. Which, incidentally, was the only piece of “clothing” on any of the men besides the eye patch. I can see that they are in various stages of being aroused. Meanwhile, I am beyond repulsed at this point, and would love nothing better than to scratch out all the rest of their remaining eyes!

“If you start playing nice with us, pussycat, we will let you live.” Rogue one tells me as the other men force me to my knees, the huge knife now up against my throat. Eye patch is now in front of me with his erect p***s pressed up against my face.

“Open up those sweet little pussycat lips of yours for Dennis,” Rogue one coaxes. “Suck him good and proper, or I’ll cut your face so bad your mama won’t even recognize you! And then I’m gonna make you my little rogue w***e, and ride you like a stallion.”

The anger and adrenaline I initially felt when these assholes first attacked me is quickly disappearing and being replaced by fear and dread. I’m scared for my life at this point, and tears start falling steadily down my face while eye patch Dennis continues to poke at my mouth with his p***s. Rogue one starts snarling with impatience at me, and digs the knife into my neck enough to draw blood. Rogue three grabs my hair and yanks painfully until I open my mouth to scream, and it is promptly filled with eye patch Dennis’s nasty junk, causing me to gag and throw up all over him.

Then suddenly I hear the howls of several other wolves. Two of the rogues immediately shift into wolves and run off. Rogue one takes his knife and plunges it into my stomach, then sheaths it back into the holster before shifting and running off as well.

At least 4 wolves take off after the rogues, while two other wolves come close to inspect me. They shift into the two alphas from the diner, Derrick from Winter Moon, and the one from Iron Peak.

I have collapsed to the ground at this point, with my hands trying desperately to stem the tide of blood that is gushing out of me. The two alphas crouch down near me to assess my injuries.

“You’ll heal faster in wolf form.” Iron Peak Alpha informs me. “Are you able to shift?”

“I don’t have a wolf!” I scream in agony.

Derrick lifts my shirt up far enough to get a look at the wound, looks pained by what he sees, and then picks me up gently.

“Zachary,” Derrick says with a serious tone to Iron Peak’s alpha. “We need to get her to the pack hospital at Green Mountain immediately. You run on ahead and let them know. I’ll have to carry her.”

Zachary immediately shifts back into his wolf form, and runs off to carry the message. Then Derrick carries me with speed and purpose in the same direction. His rock hard arms holding me gently, I have my own arms wrapped loosely around his neck as I stare up at his handsome chiseled face and his soft brown eyes. Soon I feel as if I’m loosing consciousness.

“Tell my mom, Julie, that I love her.” I instruct him.

He looks down at me with a tight smile. “You’ll be able to tell her yourself.”

“I’m not sure… that… I…”

“Stay with me, sweetheart, and I’ll make you my Luna,” Derrick whispers as he picks up the pace, and it’s the last thing I hear as Im swept into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.