His Scarred Luna

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I look up at my alpha with tears in my eyes, “Thank you alpha. You have no idea how much that means to me.”

Lana was shorter than me, so when she fully turned into my hug, the top of her head came to my chin, she looked up, “Are you sure your 16?” And please don't forget that Megan is coming over tonight, so no gross make out sessions around the house!!" She yelled causing me to burst out laughing. Beta Mathew was in the middle of fighting off rogues, trying to protect us; he hid us behind a set of trees but then we saw that the rogues were going after Beta Mathew’s mate and twins, so she told me to stay hidden, she shifted and went after the rogues ready to kill Beta’s Mathew family but then was killed herself.All Lana wanted to be a daughter who she could shop and dress up with but she ended up with damaged old me, but that didn’t stop Lana loving me and treating mine like her own. I pushed myself to run faster than I'd ever run before. My lungs burned and my heart was pounding against my rib cage but I refused to stop, I couldn't, if I did the pain would catch up with me. I ran even deeper into the forest, I couldn't stop, I couldn't.

My hand moved to my face, touching the scar that went from the outer corner of my eye to my chin. After my mother was killed, a rogue found me and only had the chance to leave this souvenir befor Beta Matthew killed him. He laughs at me, “I know when my son is lying to me, I could smell it but the boy is too arrogant and stupid to think otherwise. Plus he looked dry and didn't smell like expired milk. So, tell me, why did you lie?”Those who are between the ages of 12 and 17 must help with the service of the function and hence why I’m not exactly ecstatic about it. He starts tugging the tie, “Language and I know but I can’t help but worry. You may not be blood, but I do consider you to be my daughter.” I finally did stop, in the middle of the woods, but not because I was out of breath, or because of pain; but because I could no longer push down the bile that kept rising. It burned as it forced its way out of my mouth. He tries to say something, but I carry on, “Richard, although the day they died was dark, I don’t want that memory to be the only memory of them, I don’t want that day to rule my life. I already get shit from people all around me, I just want one good day and the day my parents died is going to be a day of remembrance for them. I want to honour them by creating good memories on this day.”