The Returned of the Cursed Luna

"We will never surrender!"

Leila's heart nearly jumped out of her chest at her father's roaring voice, her body trembling.

They were speaking through mind linking, so their enemies could not hear them.

"Father..."

She called out with tears running down her eyes. The moonlight was blocked up by the branches and leaves of the trees that swayed above their heads.

She had been pinned down, her knees sunk into the soil, her hair mangled and her clothes ripped to rags.

"Don't listen to him, we will do whatever you want...don't hurt our daughter!"

Her mother called out as she looked at her battered daughter and her side stood two bulky male wolves at her sides with one holding a silver knife mere inches away from her throat.

Her Father who had been forced to kneel next to her mother snapped his head to his mate.

"Where is your pride, your honor as a warrior Marline?!"

Why were her parents fighting in this situation?

"And where is your common sense, Rayson?"

She almost gasped out if not that she bit her lip.

Nobody, nobody, in the pack called her Father by his name, he was the Alpha and that title couldn't be swept aside.

Not even by his mate.

But what was the point of titles when a bunch of low-rank warriors had them on their knees like slaves?

"Leila..."

His tone softened as his eyes came to his daughter as she stared at them, still choked with pain to accept what was happening right now.

"Surely you must understand, I'm doing this for the pack..."

His voice got even lower.

"For us...what are we without our honor?"

To this Leila could not bear it anymore, and broke the mind link with her parents and finally spoke out even to the hearing of their enemies.

"Please...just forget about me and run away,"

"You better keep that tongue tucked in your mouth if you want to keep it!"

The taller, blond male that was holding the dagger said as hit her face immediately planting a bruise there, dragging back her hair then looked up at her parents.

"So your five minutes have elapsed, are we doing this the easy way..."

Leila could smell her sizzling flesh as the silver pressed against it.

"Or the hard way?"

How did it all come to this, she shut her eyes hoping that when she opened them she would find herself laughing with her friends as they swam in the lake after a hard day of training.

The smell of her Mom's pancakes at the pack’s picnic.

The laughter of her friends as they trained together.

When she peeled her eyes open, the only sound that filled her ears were the screams of her pack.

The only smell that filled her nostrils was that of the smoke as the fire ate up their homes.

And all she saw were her parents looking at her through her tears.

There was nothing...left, nothing.

The warriors had ambushed them when their guard was down, as they were preparing for the annual mating ceremony of the pack, and tonight was supposed to have been the night, Leila thought to herself as her heart clenched like someone was squeezing it.

She would have waltzed into the hall where the ceremony was being held, wearing her dazzling blue gown and her hair down in a wavy style with just a touch of mascara on her face.

Then amid the crowd, she would have smelt it, the most wonderful, alluring scent of her mate, and her heart would begin to race with wild abandon knowing that he must have smelt her too.