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The Blue Moon Pack was restless. The presence of a new wolf, a new alpha was very strong. The current alpha placed back and forth in his office, wondering what to do. This wolf threatened his position. He didn't like it one bit. He looked at the door to right of his office, the one that led to a bedroom.
Slowly, he approached, a shaking hand reaching out to grasp the knob firmly. He turned and pulled the door open and strode forward into the room. It looked like a murder had taken place. So much blood everywhere. Bandages thrown into a bucket on the floor as nurses sat to take a moment to breathe. The doctor tending to something in his bathroom, watering running as he did.
The alpha glanced at his wife. She wasn't his mate, no he had never had the luxury to meet her, but he had found a kinship with another wolf, enough to try to have a family with her. What a mistake it turned out to be. Her body was cold and lifeless now. Her pained screams had ceased long ago, her head tilted to the side, she almost appeared asleep. He brushed his fingers against her cheek gently. He would miss her.
His head snapped up as a piercing scream came from the bathroom. The doctor came out with a grim smile. "My alpha, I apologize I could not save her, but we did save your child. Would you like to see?" He offered.
Glancing down at the child in his arms, he saw quite a sight. The child was strong. Very strong. The sense of alpha radiating off of it was so thick you could cut it. The alpha's breathing caught in his throat in fear. If the child grew up knowing who it was, it would destroy him.
"No, take it away. I do not wish to see it ever again," he said.
The doctor's face fell, obvious disappointment forming. "I'm sorry sir, but this is your wife's child, the Luna's-" he tried to argue.
"I said: take. It. Away. I don't care what you do with it, but I do not wish to ever see it again," he said and turned. Yes, he knew the risk he was taking of sending his only heir away. It was almost unheard of that he was even able to reproduce with his wife, as wolves can't have children with anyone but their mate, but it seemed the Goddess had blessed him. Now he knew it was a curse.
"Of course sir, I will send it away," the doctor said and he took the crying child away, finally leaving the alpha in peace.
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17 years later
Damon awoke that morning very slowly. The dream he had escaping him before he had time to think on it. Didn't matter much to him. It probably wasn't all that important anyways. He glanced around his room. It was in a state of disarray, typical for a boy his age.
He looked at the calendar on the wall and sighed. Today he was required to go to the pack house because it was a female's birthday. While he wasn't yet of age, he was close. Until he found his mate he would be required to go to these events. Unless he leaves. A high possibility for him.
"Damon!" His mother screeched from the other side of his door. "Get dressed or you will be late," she said.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied. He wasn't allowed to call her mother out loud, but she was the only one he had. The alpha had forced her and her husband to take him in. Why he wasn't sure.
He threw the blanket to the side, hearing it lightly smack the wall. He then swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood. He approached his closet and yawned, scratching the top of his head. He picked out a pair of Jean's, white socks, and a plain red tshirt. Then he went downstairs and found his old, worn out sneakers. They were his brother's old shoes and barely fit him.
"I need new shoes," he said simply as he threw them on.
"I told you, money is tight," his mother snapped.
His eyes flashed a bright green in her direction. "You weren't saying that when you bought Sam his new phone," he snapped back. He was grateful despite throwing his attitude back, but he couldn't stop it.
His mother cowered at his tone. "I will get you some shoes as soon as I can. But they wont be new," she said with a hint of defiance.
"Just make sure they fit, and no holes," he mumbled as he grabbed his keys.
"Be back tonight. Love you," he called as he exited the house. He then hurried to his beat up black 1997 Ford ranger. It wasn't much, but he had worked hard for it. As in he made a deal if he slaved away for the family for a year, it was his. They made true on their promise.
He started the truck, getting some resistance but eventually the engine began to purr like a kitten. He grinned to himself and pulled out of the driveway. He was headed to the pack house where all those young wolves would be today. The pack house was for the young wolves, and some families, to live together. Mostly made up of mates who were too young to move into their own place so they could be close while also escaping their parent's. There were still enough adults around to ruin the mood.
He reached the house within 20 minutes. He switched off his truck and leaned back, sighing softly. Did he really want to do this? No, he didn't. When he goes in, all eyes will be avoiding his out of fear. Not that he wanted attention, but he didn like that they were scared of him. Sighing again, he hopped out of his truck and made his way inside.
The Blue Moon Pack was restless. The presence of a new wolf, a new alpha was very strong. The current alpha placed back and forth in his office, wondering what to do. This wolf threatened his position. He didn't like it one bit. He looked at the door to right of his office, the one that led to a bedroom.
Slowly, he approached, a shaking hand reaching out to grasp the knob firmly. He turned and pulled the door open and strode forward into the room. It looked like a murder had taken place. So much blood everywhere. Bandages thrown into a bucket on the floor as nurses sat to take a moment to breathe. The doctor tending to something in his bathroom, watering running as he did.
The alpha glanced at his wife. She wasn't his mate, no he had never had the luxury to meet her, but he had found a kinship with another wolf, enough to try to have a family with her. What a mistake it turned out to be. Her body was cold and lifeless now. Her pained screams had ceased long ago, her head tilted to the side, she almost appeared asleep. He brushed his fingers against her cheek gently. He would miss her.
His head snapped up as a piercing scream came from the bathroom. The doctor came out with a grim smile. "My alpha, I apologize I could not save her, but we did save your child. Would you like to see?" He offered.
Glancing down at the child in his arms, he saw quite a sight. The child was strong. Very strong. The sense of alpha radiating off of it was so thick you could cut it. The alpha's breathing caught in his throat in fear. If the child grew up knowing who it was, it would destroy him.
"No, take it away. I do not wish to see it ever again," he said.
The doctor's face fell, obvious disappointment forming. "I'm sorry sir, but this is your wife's child, the Luna's-" he tried to argue.
"I said: take. It. Away. I don't care what you do with it, but I do not wish to ever see it again," he said and turned. Yes, he knew the risk he was taking of sending his only heir away. It was almost unheard of that he was even able to reproduce with his wife, as wolves can't have children with anyone but their mate, but it seemed the Goddess had blessed him. Now he knew it was a curse.
"Of course sir, I will send it away," the doctor said and he took the crying child away, finally leaving the alpha in peace.
.........................................................................
17 years later
Damon awoke that morning very slowly. The dream he had escaping him before he had time to think on it. Didn't matter much to him. It probably wasn't all that important anyways. He glanced around his room. It was in a state of disarray, typical for a boy his age.
He looked at the calendar on the wall and sighed. Today he was required to go to the pack house because it was a female's birthday. While he wasn't yet of age, he was close. Until he found his mate he would be required to go to these events. Unless he leaves. A high possibility for him.
"Damon!" His mother screeched from the other side of his door. "Get dressed or you will be late," she said.
"Yes, ma'am," he replied. He wasn't allowed to call her mother out loud, but she was the only one he had. The alpha had forced her and her husband to take him in. Why he wasn't sure.
He threw the blanket to the side, hearing it lightly smack the wall. He then swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood. He approached his closet and yawned, scratching the top of his head. He picked out a pair of Jean's, white socks, and a plain red tshirt. Then he went downstairs and found his old, worn out sneakers. They were his brother's old shoes and barely fit him.
"I need new shoes," he said simply as he threw them on.
"I told you, money is tight," his mother snapped.
His eyes flashed a bright green in her direction. "You weren't saying that when you bought Sam his new phone," he snapped back. He was grateful despite throwing his attitude back, but he couldn't stop it.
His mother cowered at his tone. "I will get you some shoes as soon as I can. But they wont be new," she said with a hint of defiance.
"Just make sure they fit, and no holes," he mumbled as he grabbed his keys.
"Be back tonight. Love you," he called as he exited the house. He then hurried to his beat up black 1997 Ford ranger. It wasn't much, but he had worked hard for it. As in he made a deal if he slaved away for the family for a year, it was his. They made true on their promise.
He started the truck, getting some resistance but eventually the engine began to purr like a kitten. He grinned to himself and pulled out of the driveway. He was headed to the pack house where all those young wolves would be today. The pack house was for the young wolves, and some families, to live together. Mostly made up of mates who were too young to move into their own place so they could be close while also escaping their parent's. There were still enough adults around to ruin the mood.
He reached the house within 20 minutes. He switched off his truck and leaned back, sighing softly. Did he really want to do this? No, he didn't. When he goes in, all eyes will be avoiding his out of fear. Not that he wanted attention, but he didn like that they were scared of him. Sighing again, he hopped out of his truck and made his way inside.