The Wolf King's Luna novel Chapter 2

CATHERINE.

"Ugh."

I grunt as I am kicked in the stomach again.

"What more do you want, Tammy, " I scream before I receive another slap. "I have already accepted the rejection," I cry out.

"Luna!" she shouts. "I am your Luna!"

She repeatedly kicks me in the face before pulling me up by the hair.

"As for what I want, I want you dead."

What?!

"Dead? Luna, please. I am sorry," I begin to beg.

For what? I do not know. 

What I do know is that I don't want to die.

"I am sorry. I am sorry," I chant over and over again.

"What are you all still waiting for?" she snarls at the men. "Beat her up. I want her to be unrecognizable."

And before I can say another word in protest, I am once again assaulted by blows and kicks. 

There are cuts and blood stains all over my body, and slowly, everywhere begins to darken.

I lose strength and stop struggling.

Looks like Tammy is going to get her wish.

I am going to die here.

"Don't think like that," my wolf scolds me.

"Why won't you help me?" I whine as I receive another kick in the face.

"We can't reveal ourselves to them."

"They are going to kill us," I gasped.

"No, they can't. They are not capable of it."

"What does that even mean?"

She doesn't respond.

Instead, I am kicked in the gut.

I don't even react. My body is so broken that I don't have the strength to make a sound, much less move.

"Luna…" I overhear one of the wolves start.

"Quick, throw her body into the river. Vance must never see her again. From now on, there will be no Catherine for him. Only me. I will be his only mate."

"Yes, Luna."

They think I am dead.

Oh my god.

I feel them pick me up and begin moving.

They think I am dead.

They are going to dump me in the river.

"What do I do?" I ask my wolf but receive no answer.

What can I do?

I am broken and beaten within every inch of my body, and even if I can still move, what could I do?

They are pack warriors trained to fight. 

What could I do against them?

I am suddenly aware of the sounds of rushing water, and my heart picks up even faster.

This is it.

This is my end.

It's not fair. I don't deserve this. I can't die like this.

"Please… help me," I whimper.

No response.

Suddenly, I am thrown high up into the air, and for just one glorious moment, it feels terrific.

Free, like I am flying. 

And then gravity steps in.

I fall so fast that I can't breathe between my aching ribs before submerging in the frigid, ice-cold water.

The force at which I hit the water is so jarring that I swear I feel a bone crack.

I can't swim; my limbs are useless, but somehow, I manage to float on my back.