Second Chance Luna (Phoebe and Jason) novel Chapter 3

The pups had been given a room in the packhouse that was hardly larger than a closet. Somehow they crammed in two camping cots and a pair of trunks inside. According to the pups it was drafty and dark since it only had one small window and no one bothered to install a light bulb in the single overhead light. Even worse the pups’ had mandatory bed checks.

After bedtime the patrolling security made periodic checks to ensure the pups were actually in bed. It had been bad in the beginning but now the patrols were getting more lax allowing Blake and Emma to sneak away returning to her cottage where she kept their room ready.

Her heart ached knowing her anger made life difficult for pups that already had enough tragedy in their young lives. Máni whimpered in her mind sharing her guilt. Their anger was completely justified but they expressed it in the wrong setting. Even so Phoebe continued to care for the brother and sister providing them with new clothes, much better than the shabby hand-me-downs from the pack’s donation closet.

Turning away from the packhouse Phoebe made her way back to her cottage. Her mind raced with meal ideas. She smiled already looking forward to company. Normally her meals were solitary affairs unless Bridget stopped by so the pups would most certainly be a welcome change.

Máni perked up. Phoebe could practically feel her tail wagging in anticipation. One day they would find a way to keep the pups close. She just had to be patient and avoid Luna Kristie’s notice.

“There you are Phoebe.”

‘Speak of the devil,’ Máni huffed.

Inwardly she cringed as she turned, “Hello Luna.”

Kristie was almost a half foot taller than Phoebe with a lithe body punctuated by an hourglass figure. Her long, blonde hair was neatly highlighted and professionally styled as were her nails. It was clear she spent a lot of time and money on her appearance.

Yet her aura was minimal. In fact Phoebe barely felt it even when Kristie tried to exert influence over her. Máni confirmed the Luna’s aura was exceptionally weak so Phoebe knew she didn’t imagine it. Despite this, or maybe because of it, Kristie resorted to rather extreme measures to keep her authority over the pack. Phoebe struggled to maintain a neutral expression keeping her disgust contained.

“How can I help you, Luna?”

Kristie smirked, “We’re having some very important visitors next week and I don’t want those annoying little spawn to bother them. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Luna. I’ll arrange some activities to keep them busy and out of the way.”

“Good.” Kristie smiled tipping up her nose. “Poor Phoebe, I do pity you.”

“Pardon?”

“If only the Goddess had been kinder to you and gave you a wolf then you wouldn’t have to deal with those snot-nosed kids.”

With a condescending smile Kristie walked away. With a sigh Phoebe tried to calm herself. A luna was meant to be the heart of the pack and ensure the pack’s future. How could she not like pups?

‘She is no true Luna,’ Máni gave a dismissive snort. ‘A Gamma maybe. Delta most likely.’

‘Hmm.’ Phoebe really couldn’t argue considering the alpha had been her fated mate. ‘I don’t see why she has to act like that. She’d get more respect if she was more personable.’

‘She is in a position she was never meant to have so I suppose an inferiority complex is natural,’ Máni said. ‘Especially since her wolf is submissive to us.’

‘It is?’

‘Oh yes. Imagine how much her pride must smart every time her wolf shows its belly to you…a wolfless she-wolf.’

Phoebe frowned. This was not the first time Máni mentioned something similar. Although her wolf continued to hide itself other wolf spirits instinctively sensed her presence and reacted in various ways. Higher ranks acted subservient causing disconnections to their human half while the lower ranking wolves showed difference and respect.

Phoebe found they had a calming influence on others defusing arguments even if she didn’t directly intervene. Yet despite this others continued to think she was wolfless but as Máni wasn’t inclined to explain it was a mystery she never expected to solve.

‘Well we’ll just have to stay out her way.’

‘Under normal circumstances but remember they are chosen mates. The bond between them is weaker.’

‘I know, but still…’

‘Plus, their wolves never bonded.’

‘They didn’t?’

‘No. The alpha’s wolf has been disconnected since he rejected us and the luna’s…well I’m surprised she can still shift at how weak it’s become since rejecting her fated mate.’

‘She rejected hers too?’

‘Of course.’

Phoebe cringed at the thought of the pain the other must have suffered. She didn’t know if there was anything crueler than rejecting one’s fated mate. Máni whimpered comfort and turned to leave just as hunting howls chorused through the forest.

Five rogues emerged from the night setting upon the distracted pair. Though the warrior attempted to protect his Luna and lover he was quickly overwhelmed. He only managed to kill one before he was brought down. Kristie screamed in horror watching the rogues tear him apart. She was completely frozen in fear unable to shift or defend herself.

Máni briefly considered leaving her to her fate but a gentle prod from Phoebe resigned the wolf to interfering. Rushing forward she was on top of them before they even sensed her. Máni leapt landing on one and breaking its back before attacking another. She sank her teeth into its neck ripping its throat out. Whirling around she charged a third bowling it over and ripping into its belly before darting back into the woods leaving one for Kristie to manage on her own.

Angry howls filled the air signaling the pack warriors were on the way. Kristie would only have to handle the remaining rogue for a few minutes. Máni raced through the woods with unmatched speed quickly distancing them from the fight. Once clear she rolled in the snow to remove any traces of blood from her coat before heading home. She took a long, meandering route back to avoid pursuit.

Phoebe quickly dressed before heading inside. Locking the door she turned off the lights before going to the shower to wash away any lingering scent of the rogues then headed to bed as the hunting howls continued to echo through the territory.