The Silver Kissed Wolf

Sitting here in the dark, I can smell the scent of blood coming from the other cells. You can taste it in your mouth because it's heavy in the air around us. I can hear the screams they make from being tortured and the pleading to just end it now. I can smell the dampness of the dungeon and the mold on the walls. I can see a faint hint of light from the outside looming in, so I know it’s daytime. Most of all, the worst smell is the fear in the room, the fear of not knowing when or how long they have until it’s their turn. I am in a cell by myself; they won't torture me too hard, they would not be permitted to mess up my face too much. They torture me by letting me hear the others and making me starve. The bars on my cell are covered in a thick toxin called wolfsbane. These guys somehow mastered it into a stick substance. Thicker than the liquid we have been born injecting into ourselves to make us less immune, but this stuff, this stuff is different. More potent than I have seen. When you touch the bars your skin instantly burns and I have seen other wolves in here die from the smallest touch.

I am like the little toy they can use to bargain with, to sell me off to the highest bidder. I am a daughter of an Alpha, not that they know that. Not even the pack, they think I am an omega, a nothing, a nobody. I mean, who becomes the Luna of a small pack and the mate leaves for war for years and never comes back? Well, that would be my mate. My mate and I found each other at the annual mate ball, and he didn't want me, but he would not reject me. When he brought me to his pack, I was basically made a slave. The pack treated me like a slave until they came. Until we got attacked, and we had no warriors to protect the pack because my mate took them all with him to fight in a war. A war that was not our fight. Every Alpha or lower-ranking warrior went to fight, to make a name for themselves, and to get a higher status. When my mate left, he never marked me or bonded me to the pack, so I could never connect with them or bond like my old pack. 

MATE, that word leaves a sour taste in my mouth. Why not reject me and move on. Instead of being rejected I have to be in this pack trapped. Wolves wait for their mates and will wait almost forever for them. That bond, that love, everyone wants that. I wanted that, I dreamed of that. My mate was discussed by me. His first words out of his tiny mouth were there is no way you will be my Luna. High-ranking wolves do not look like me. A wolf with meat on their bones, I am not super big, but I have hips and an *ss. I can hold my own in a fight, but he never took the time to even look at me or get to know me. I never felt that deep bond between mates; he never touched me on our only night together. I was in a guest room, and then he left the next day to go to the war. This pathetic, never-ending war of who is the biggest, baddest of them all.  Men and there ego's, why not lets go fight over who can kill the most because that makes sense. Most of this war is over land, there are to many packs and not enough space or land for them all.

It’s been over a year since anyone heard anything about what was going on, and when we heard that the war was done and all alphas could return home, no one came. We waited, and the only ones that came were the ones that are here now. They came in the night, and it was all over in a matter of minutes. I was missed at first. No one looked in the little room I had. I was ripped from my bed because the pack said I was Luna. Some Luna I am, I made the meals, cleaned the rooms in the pack house, did the gardening,  washing, and when the day was done, I would do it all over again the next day. Convenient that I am the pack Luna now. I think they thought if they gave me up, and  I was the Luna in charge, then nothing would happen to them. That they would kill me and let them all live. I do not even know why they are being tortured. No one has spoken to me or any of us down here. They shoved all the pack members into overcrowded cells, and when they took them out, they did not come back

I don’t know how long we have been here, but it's been weeks. I long to feel the sun on my face and the moon at my back when I am running in the woods. The feel of the earth under my feet, and water. I missed a good hot shower, and a warm chocolate roll would be nice. I drifted off to sleep as the screaming stopped for the night. Like most nights, they take only 3 at a time, and then it gets silent until the next day. Me being the Luna, you would think I would have been the first one they would take, but they just ignore me. One of the girls in the cell over from me yelled at me once. You're Luna, you should do something. I looked at her, dumbfounded. Now I am your Luna after the way you treated me. No one looked at me after that. It was late when I heard footsteps coming in. They had the men on one side in cells and the women on the other side. I was in a cell by myself. We had more women than men in the pack. 

Listen up, if I call your name, stand up, follow the guard