All Chapters of The Red moon Goddess : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Once every thousand years the red moon goddess chooses a young wolf, their bloodline and place in the pack didn’t matter, on their first shift, they will know who they are, they will know that they were chosen for greatness. The red wolf will unite the clans, bring together the Alpha’s and restore peace to a dying race, that was the legend. They were said to be the most beautiful of creatures, and her children will grow to be leaders, the strongest of their race. But, no one had seen one in almost three thousand years, and thus, the prophecy turned to legend, and the legend turned to myth. The red moon goddess had abandoned the packs, left their putrid wars to rage on without consequence, without an end in sight. The female Alpha’s were extinct, and each pack bore no daughters of strength. None that had come close to taking the place of Alpha female. Yes, the male Alpha’s of each tribe still had children, but each bloodline saw nothing of the red wolf. Had it

Master Balthazar’s mansion was huge, it had five floors, the top one dedicated to his paid staff and the slave enforcers. On the ground floor he had three lounges, a kitchen, a dining room, a games room that I had never been in, only catching glimpses of it when the guards entered and exited. Oh, and a hall with tiled floors that he used when he threw parties. It was early morning, the sun hadn’t been up long so I’m guessing he would be in the dining room with his coffee.The mansion was coated with guards, you couldn’t turn a corner without seeing one, and none of them were permitted to speak to me, nor I them. If I looked at them, it was five lashes, if I spoke it was 10. My master didn’t like me talking to anyone but him, in fact, even the slaves avoided me. Called me his favourite behind my back.I chuckled internally at that, I wouldn’t say I was his favourite, I had tried to escape more times than I could count; hearing stories

The days passed by at an agonisingly slow pace, one of pure torture, I wanted nothing more than to be free of the silver chains that bound me to the wall of the windowless cell. I wanted to scream and cry, beg my master to let me loose, I wanted to escape his grasp and be free. I wanted to be like the humans who worked in this place, they were paid for their work, they had a home they could go to, they could leave. Whilst I could not.I was forever trapped here because of a bargain I had no part in, my fate chosen for me long before I took my first breath. I jumped when the distant crackle of magic, blasted around me. He was on his way, my master was coming to see if I would obey.Balthazar appeared to my left before I could take another breath, his towering frame closing in on me, blocking out anything else in the room.“Annalise, you look terrible.” He scorned, he had always hated when he disciplined us for a long time.He hated the stench o

I walked towards the kitchen, the mansion oddly quiet as all the wolves prepared for the one night of the month they get off, the only one where they can shift freely and run from the acres of wood that surrounded the masters house. I open the back door, feeling the breeze wrap around me as I close my eyes, this way the only day I was allowed outside and I would always cherish it, the best day of the month was when I could sink my toes into mud and smell the scent of the forest. I pull off my tattered shoes and smiled as the cold earth greeted me. It was wrong to keep a wolf locked up indoors, but that is what Balthazar chose for me, said I would appreciate his kindness of the full moon run more if I didn’t go out any other time.I suppose I do understand what he means because I do appreciate it more, but I also wish that I was locked away most of the month too. I hate being indoors, I have since I was a little girl, the earth always seemed to call to me, it helped me t

“I’m just passing through. I didn’t mean to get in anyone’s way.”Alpha scowled menacingly, his eyes skimming over my body in anger, stopping at my neck and wrists. “Who did that to you?!” He growled deeply, causing me to jump and step back.Why was he so angry?I looked down at my body, at the old scars and new bruises that lined my petite form, the welts still present on my wrists from the silver chains. This is what happens when Balthazar takes a liking to you, he hurts you, torments you. That was the life I was running from, trying to get as much distance as possible between me and my master.“I’m a slave.” I whisper, hoping that they would help me, if he’s angry about the scars then maybe he can protect me. Save me from the warlock.“A slave?” Blue eyes gasped in horror, some of the wolves around us whining. “Only warlocks and vampires have slaves.”