All Chapters of The Rejected Lunas: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 1 - Once Upon A Time…NOT! Do you know the stories of werewolves? Beings that shift into wolf form on full moons with no choice in the matter. Where their animal instincts take over with bloodshed inevitable? Those are true...well, everything but the full moon bullshit My name is Amberle Crest, I am supposed to be a Beta or a Head Tracker due to my bloodline but you would never know. I come from a modest pack, Forest Paw. Stupid name I know, but it is situated in the middle of the forest in north western Ontario close to a place humans call Sauble Beach. The thing about my pack was that it was a family, people loved you no matter who you are or what happened. Everyone is family and we help each other in times of need, or so they say.I have never had any sort of family relationship past age eleven. The only familial love I gained in my life came from the Alpha, Blue. He treated me like family when he did not have any meetings or p

Chapter 3 - The Accident Soon after my first shift, I was sent to training. Special wolves who shifted early are sent to train with three things in mind: speed, stealth, and self-defence. We’re smaller than the wolves that usually had their first shift at sixteen years old, which is why we’re taught how to be fast and silent but also how to defend ourselves. We are considered an “elite wolf” meant to serve a higher purpose in our pack. At sixteen, we could choose to either become Hunters or Trackers. If we end up being strong enough, we could be the leaders of our pack like a Beta, Second Beta, Head Hunter, or Head Tracker. I personally am eyeing the tracking spot just like Mother—the fastest Tracker in our pack. I could already be considered a natural. My body, although small, is faster than most sixteen-year-old shifters. I can easily keep up with older wolves and hide my scent even better. My mother always takes Mia and me for extra training because Mia seemed to be the only one b

Chapter 5 - Three More DaysThe shrill sound of my alarm clock has me leaving my dreams to face a cruel reality ‘Another day in hell.’ I think as I fling back the covers and try my best to deal with the stupid alarm clock Blue gave me. When I hit ninth grade and started high school, he realized that I had a habit of sleeping past the ringing of my usual alarm clock and sleep in past my first class. It’s why he gifted me this amazing alarm clock—note the sarcasm. I hate this thing. In order to turn it off, I had to enter in a passcode, and my semi-awake mind rarely got it right on the first try. After what I assume to be three minutes and ten attempts at turning the device off, the stupid alarm stops, and the clock left me with silence. Did I mention that I hated this thing? With a sigh, I knew I had to start getting ready for school. Surprisingly, even though I slept in a lot during grade nine, I had managed to pass that year with an eighty percent average, and since then kept my

Chapter 7 - Time Slowly HealsThe smell of freshly cooked pasta slowly fills the kitchen and extends into my living room as I pull a dish out of the oven and scoop a generous heap onto my plate. I do a once-over of the kitchen, making sure the oven and stovetop were off and that the dishes were in the dishwasher, ready to be cleaned when I’m done eating. I grab a bottle of water from my fridge and make my way into the living room. With a plate of food in one hand and the TV remote in the other, I settle into the plush sofa and surf Netflix, trying to find something entertaining to watch with my meal.It has been three months since I left my old pack—a decision I do not regret—and I had been lucky enough to find a house that the realtor described as a “mini-mansion” just inside neutral territory but hours away from Forest Paw. The best part about this place is the large greenhouse that I began using right away to grow fruit trees and vegetables. Since being rejected and becoming a rogu

Chapter 9 - Saving an AlphaI waited for the next wave of attacks as the three Hunters circled around me. The leader of the Soulless group waited patiently in the background as large snarls are directed at me. I thought the Hunters would be the easiest to deal with, but it’s clear I was dead wrong. The Hunters were far more organized than the Trackers. Clearly, they had planned out their attack on how to wear me down. I hated it.The next wave starts, and I grin, this time prepared for their attack. I watched each wolf carefully, waiting to see who would go first. It seemed like everyone’s patience is wearing thin. The first one to make a move is the black wolf to my left. He leaps at me, his body high in the sky and I drop to my knees, my throwing knife cutting deep into his belly. He hits the ground dead, black blood pooling around his corpse.The second one runs at me, her fury escalating from the sight of the dead Hunter behind me. I guess those two were close. As the she-wolf get