CHAPTER ONE

Donavon's lost Luna

Chapter 1

Zuri 

"What makes you think I killed your father, Donavon?" My father's voice resounded from his office.

"Because I've got all the evidence with me, Lycus," the opposing voice replied.

"There's no evidence that you can hold, Don; I'm not and never will be the cause of your misfortune," my father replied.

The sound of swords clanking was what I heard next, which made me hurry to see what and who it was.

"I'm telling you, Donavon, I did not kill your parents," he yelled amidst the sword fight.

"Zuri, princess, go back in," my father said, turning his attention towards me as I opened the door to his office. 

My eyes darted to the man whose voice I'd been hearing from the distance, and I had barely seen his face when my father's gasped, and I watched in horror as blood oozed from his slit throat.

"Father!" I screamed and bent to the floor in terror as I scrambled to meet him, seeing his blood drop from the edge of Donavon.

"Papa!" I yelled, shaking his body violently, to no avail.

He was dead, and I knew it; no one survived their throat being slit with such accuracy.

"What have you done?" I yelled and stood up to face him, slapping him across the face.

Tears rolled down my face when I saw the lifeless body of my father on the ground.

"You'll pay for this," I said, and I grabbed the sword from my father's body and swung it at him, sending him steps backwards.

I turned again, swinging it until he held the sword in his hands close to my nape.

I halted my steps, staring at him in the eye.

"You're not capable, princess; no matter what rage or hate you carry, it doesn't amount to anything compared to what I've been breeding; you're alone now, he said, turning my hands backward and bringing out a cuff from his pocket to hold my hands.

I would have never imagined that I'd be taken as a slave by the person my father trusted most, the Blue Moon Pack's successor.

They'd been friends since forever before I was even brought to life, and I knew that my father would never, not in a billion years, be a traitor.

I looked back to the man who held my hands in cuffs, now an Alpha, and back to the body of my father in the pool of his blood.

"I know one day you'll realise my father was innocent, and it'll be too late for you," I said, earning me a strip of cane on my back. I winced in pain, letting the tears flow from my face.

If there's one thing I learned from my father, it was to express pain as it came your way.

"Never keep your pain Zuri, whenever you feel like crying, let the tears flow, cry, and let yourself feel better," he'd always say.

"Alpha Donavon," a guard, burst into the room from outside.

"Capture the maids and take them to the pack; name this territory ours, he ordered to the guards who stood at the door.

My tied hands were being dragged towards the exit of the room, and I turned back again to look at the body of my father on the ground.

"Set the body on fire," he said while the guard went behind me, setting my father's body ablaze.

"Nooo!" I screamed, shaking my hands to be freed from his tight hold on them.

The strip of a cane slapped on my flesh, and a tear tore it through.

"Keep shut, princess; it'd take me nothing to burn your body alongside your father's," he said, tugging my body harshly to the front.

I was being dragged alongside the other maids of the pack to a pack I knew nothing about as a slave, and I knew without a doubt that my life would be miserable with him.

I turned my eyes around, looking for a particular person, and a breath of relief washed over me when my eyes caught him.

I wasn't mistaken; I was the only one he bore hatred against; the strip on my back oozed fresh blood while we were being carted away to the blood moon pack.

"Where is she?" I heard Donavon's voice from inside the carriage I was thrown into with the other maids.

"She's inside the carriage, Your Highness," one of the guards replied, unsure of what to do next.

"Bring her out and tie her to the back," he ordered, and fear gripped at the thought of being tied to a carriage.

"Why so much hatred for a crime I know nothing about, Donavon?" I asked, calling him by his name, and I should have known better that it'd earn me a strip of cane or more than that.

The lash of the guard's cane tore my body through again, but my gaze didn't falter from him, even as tears fell from my face.

"Tie her," was all he said before he walked away from me, leaving me to the guards, who found pleasure in carrying out the cruelty of the task their master assigned to them.

The heat of the sun reminded me of the burning smell of my father's body in his office.

Tears fell again from my face, and this time I didn't even have the luxury to wipe them from my face; my hands and legs were already tied.

The loud jerk of the carriage and the blaring of the guards' announcement brought me out of the sleep I'd fallen into.

I opened my eyes to the beautifully intricate designs of the pack; the blue walls of the pack reflected in my face, and the evening sunlight warmed my skin.

A guard walked to the back of the carriage, untying my hands and legs. I fell to the ground with a thud, my knee scraping the ground, and yet another tear.

"Get up," the guards growled, and they dragged me from the ground, taking me alongside the rest of the maids.