Page 2 of His Fated Luna

She was ready to do her duty as Luna of Bloodfire Phoenix. She would gladly risk her life ten times over if it meant saving the pups. Placing a quick kiss atop her son’s head, the formidable woman turned to face the intruders. Hilda ran, clutching both children to her.

However, the moment she ran, a werewolf with an unknown scent grabbed her. Aiden slipped from her arms and fell to the grass, but the werewolf paid him no heed. Instead, his eyes gleamed as he stared at Rose. He shifted to his human form. A swift knife in the gut and Hilda stumbled, clutching her stomach. Blood stained her hands. Rose was now in the werewolf’s hold. He turned to run, and was almost out when Josie jumped on him, pummeling him to the ground.

Baby Rose was sent sprawling to the grass, letting out a cry after being jostled.

Josie, already injured and bleeding from her tussle with the werewolves inside, who she had successfully managed to dispose of, kept punching the man, asking him again and again, “Why do you want our future luna?”

The man, laughing and spitting blood, finally spoke. Josie’s hand stilled mid-punch.

“We will weaken your pack, eventually! We will take over this territory one day. To do that, we need to weaken the future alpha who is heavily guarded. An alpha is nothing without his luna. We know that your lunas are granted special abilities. Once we do away with her, your pack will no longer remain as strong as it is today!” The man gave a crazy grin and spit more blood out along with a few teeth.

Hilda and Josie were both thankful this shifter did not know that it was their pack’s future alpha that sat a mere few feet away, crying. From the woods located next to the house, Ezra and Alpha Austin emerged running… running like their lives were at stake.

“There are two dead inside,” Josie spoke grimly to her alpha, getting off the werewolf, who was now laughing as if he had gone insane.

Ezra picked up Rose off the ground, running to aid Hilda. Hilda was losing blood fast. He began to call for an ambulance.Josie clutched a crying Aiden to her while Alpha Austin grabbed the would-be kidnapper, hauling him up.

“Well... it’s the holding cell for you,” Alpha Austin muttered, his subordinates reaching the back lawn and dragging the prisoner away.

Then Alpha Austin turned his attention to Hilda, who was bleeding profusely. She needed to get to a human hospital. The injury looked fatal. If she had been a werewolf, Hilda would have begun healing by now. The knife hadn’t been silver, which meant that they had known a human would be caring for Rose. It was pure luck that Josie had been here today.

A week later, Austin spoke quietly, his words heavy with unspoken worries. “The only way to keep her safe for now is to send her away.”

Their prisoner had killed himself, never disclosing who was behind this nefarious plot to harm an innocent baby in a bid to destroy Austin’s pack. Austin and Ezra had been preoccupied with a rogue attack on the day Rose was nearly kidnapped, realizing too late it had been a mere distraction for someone to infiltrate their lands and get to Rose .

“She’s part-human. She could assimilate well in the human world for now. When she’s older and her werewolf genes fully emerge, she would be better able to take care of herself. For now…this is the best option. It doesn’t sit well with me that werewolves were able to infiltrate my pack lands so easily. Someone…who knows my pack workings intimately is behind this. I fear…it might even be someone from within the pack.”

“It is too dangerous for her to stay here. Oh, if her mother were alive…” Ezra trailed off sadly before continuing. “I’ve become a mess ever since her death. I don’t trust myself to guard my own daughter properly. My bouts of depression sometimes become so severe, the only way I can cope is to take anti-depressant medication. It knocks me out cold for a good few hours. I…I can’t go with her,” Ezra finally stated, hanging his head.

“I’m not asking you to take her, Ezra. You’re my beta and widely known amongst the werewolf circles. Your presence anywhere but here would alert people to Rose’s whereabouts. Both of us need to find out who is behind this plot to kidnap my pack’s future luna and harm my son. We will eliminate this threat together…for both our children. Once we succeed, we’ll call Rose back to join us in her rightful place,” Austin assured his friend and second-in-command. “In a few months time, she’ll be back where she belongs.”

Nodding as he gulped back tears, Ezra looked at Hilda solemnly.

“I’ll take her with me, Ezra,” Hilda spoke before Ezra could even ask it of her.

“Not as you are, Hilda,” Austin stated with finality. “You almost died from the last attack. If you’re going to guard her…I’m sorry to ask this of you, but you need to be stronger.”

Hilda looked at Austin, paling suddenly. She would have to allow them to turn her.

“No,” Ezra blurted out forcefully. “Estelle would never—”

At the merest mention of her sister, Hilda’s eyes filled with tears.

“Estelle would trust me to keep her baby girl safe.”

Hilda turned to Ezra with tears flowing freely down her cheeks.

“I’ll do it, for Estelle and for little Rose. I’d do it a thousand times over if it meant we kept this precious girl alive to fulfill thegreat things she is destined for. Estelle always told me over the phone that she felt her baby was special. I won’t disrespect her memory by not doing the best that I can to care for Rose .”

“The turning process for all humans is painful. That’s why I never turned Estelle. Some don’t even survive the change,” Ezra spoke furiously. “You’re risking your life. What would your sister say? She would never want you to sacrifice yourself.”

“I’m made of stronger stuff than Estelle was. She was always the more fragile one between the two of us. I’ll survive.” But the way Hilda’s voice shook made it clear even she had doubts. Hilda took a deep breath and kept speaking. “Once...once you and our alpha have gotten everything under control, we will return.”

Chapter 1

“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. ” ? Plato

Seventeen years later…