The evening sun fall was streaking a beautiful contrast golden with red and orange over the tips of the large trees. It was a beautiful sight Id love to stay and acknowledge but the sight of it today brought nothing but dread.

Turns out fighting everyone female who chose to defy my position wasn't the only thing I was compelled do it. Watching Damon viciously slaughter and tear each man to shreds was an unknown clause I wasn't aware of, that not one found significant enough to inform me.

Hunter was nice to shed some more insight to this all. He explained how if some female took me down, that specific female would be crowned Luna and Id drop to the lowest Omega position despite being the Alpha's Mate.

On the other hand, if some Male were to take the Alpha aka Damon down, it would perish the whole Ranking system and everyone within each rank would be released from their assigned seats. Everyone -the males, then would be challenging one another for their titles. Even the ones which work at divided Pack Houses could oppose each other's status. Hunter explained how this would reset everything and how if you were lucky not to be challenged, you stay at your position. Not likely, Hunter had snorted.

So this was like the giant reset button you could say. It could inflict utter chaos and destruction to the Pack, but since ranks could unlikely be demolished, who cares? We could die but meh. Whatever, just a life. Not one being considered the stake they were playing at. RedBlood Pack typical.

We were at the stadium at the training center. Every seat was taken for, the spotlights too bright, enough to strain and cause temporary blindness and the roaring of the crowd deafening to ones ears.

I watched glimpses of Damon's attacks, coldly instant and calculated for slashes of his talons but never could this satisfy my inner dread pooling in the pit of my stomach.

Despite his intention of cold murder with every savagery blow, he went easy and only disarmed his friends. First was Kaden -who was sent sprawling into the walls the second he ran to him, then Carter -who suffered a blow to his temple with Damon's elbow when trying to headlock him, afterwards Jace -a slice of Damon's claws to both calves, following Hunter -kneading his side savagely, and Antonio at last but bloodiest, canines to his knees.

Could've suffered worse, June yawned, clearly unamused from the sight of such brutally. I wouldn't have left him with his two legs if I had the chance with him.

The crowd was screaming with delight no less, clapping and shrieking on their glorious Alpha as he stood before them stained in several others blood, -including his own friends, fisting the hand with his Pack's brand highly. I release my breathe which I was unaware of holding. Damon's secured the Alpha position. And in under 5 minutes and over about hundred and fifty competitors.

No breaking of his feudal system today. Guess we're stuck with him, I gulp from the thought. He wore no shirt, only regular black pants -now tattered with holes but he shun it no less than any battle wear worn to war, pounding the air with his blood dripping fist.

A hand shakes my shoulder and I rise to see Leila all shaken up and puffy eyed. "It's time my Luna."

I nod, gesturing for her to go first with me behind. I was given tickets to front row seats to this horror despite my consist protest and excuses. Doing the this best I could to contain my barfing to myself and fainting subside, I squeezed my eyes shut at the bloodiest part to keep the visual from getting committed to memory. Judging the on the crowds rise of moans and groans, it couldn't have been any prettier than I imagined.

I followed Leila down the internal corridors of the stadium to entrance where I had saw Damon appear. The halls were clear while I untied my black cloak draped over my shoulders. The icy breeze bit at my skin instantly.

"Best of luck my Luna. My loyalty shall always remain with you," she said gathering the cloak in her arms. Leila was in a loose white dress with her hair thrown to front. Her legs were bare -except for the pair of brand new pair of Converses I bought from the duty free shop in New York and discoloring bruises all over.

Like her, I wasn't either dressed appropriate for the weather. Back in yet another smutty excuse of a sport bra -this one providing more support despite having weird bands stretched across my bare back with the usual mesh knee high tights and black Nikes.

My hair was woven into a tight braid from the start of my temple into a high ponytail. "Thank you Leila. I won't disappoint you."

She bit her lower lip in attempt not to cry, but her eyes were glassy even though she had faith. One final squeeze and I was force to send her away. My nose was runny and maybe my eyes red but I couldnt help it. I couldn't fail Leila. She had too much hope.

How many of these bitches do you think he slept with?

June, I frown. Stop it. This isn't the time.

Alright. Let me rephrase it. How many do you think he's slept with on numerous occasions? Which is probably going to be his most recent? I say it's that---JUNE STOP! STOP MAKING ME SOUND THIS HELPLESS!

I couldn't have been. I couldn't have been this helpless, I--- 'You're Mrs. Nora Faith Romano; the only Luna of the RedBlood Pack.'

'Power is essential here, and you must have a desire for more if you wish to stay on the top.'

'We are very lucky to have you as our Luna.'

'I want people to know Im the Luna, not ask.'

Suddenly a rage filled me from the lowest pit of my stomach rather than dread. Xavier, Kaden, Grace and my own words came back to memory. This rage. It was the rage of determination. This was it. The day I was made for.

To prove my worthiness of Luna. 'I never asked for her to be my Mate just so you know and the Moon Goddess above knows, I never wanted her from when I first laid eyes on her and I never will, for she's a pain in my ass and a waste of space.That's all'. My chance to stand up for myself for once. To show I didn't need any Alpha, I didn't need Damon in order to protect myself. I could do that myself. I didn't need one one babying me.

The roaring grew as music to my ears, the pulsing of June's power beating to its beat within each eye. If he is the big bad wolf, then I am the Moon he sings too.

Feeling the adrenaline surging in my body, I reach the gates to the stadium in time for them to groan open to the people. The lights turn to reflect me, and I see every projector showing a visual of me with crystal golden eyes.

Unlike on Damon's arrival where the people had lost their chill and were yelling on the top of their lungs, here the air hummed from seer quietness. The shrieks gone, not a word muttered.

It wasn't until the other gates from the other side creaked open with dozens upon dozens of females file in, some familiar but mostly not when some clapping and hollaring began. I stand dead center of the stage, awaiting their move. Hunter told me how I was given a choice; either wolf form or Human. He explained how a while each had their benefits, one was more harmful than the other but I had the choice to change in between if I felt I needed it.

A blondie with bronze dilated eyes and spilling boobs was the first to attack. Running up, she flung for my head with a swipe for her feet. I dodge instinctively, and as she turned to swipe again, I made a double kick, kicking her in the side of her head. The crowd shrieked at that.

Nice one but don't get happy just yet. She wasn't much a fighter anyway. Names Tracy, Damon's personal secretary. June gagged. Guess Damon didn't train her well enough. Dont blame him though. Priorities.

One by one they appear; some smart enough to team up and try making this more interesting rather than a game of knock the pinheads out. Unlike Damon who's vicious intention to kill or utter least to severely injury, I play nicer and just go for the straight knock-out blow to the head.

As my body does a series of twist, turns and jumps, June does the honours of doing the roll calls. Aha night-night Valerie! Ugh, such a bitch I swear. Ouch Rebecca! That might leave a scar but oh well. Damn girl, get this Sarah hoe! She's beginning to piss me off! Go for the strike, go for it--Ahaha YASSS!!! What a relief. I'll tell you here I swear there wasn't a guy who she hasn't wrapped her legs around.

Like so, June carries chattering on, providing unnecessary but interesting gossip on every one of the them while I do the series of movements that began to seem no less than a dance choreo to me. The same old foot patterning and hand motions as my claws slashed clothes, skins and even bones. I could see why Warriors say they loved the adrenaline a fight would give up. This stuff was addicting.

Well it was until a certain glaze of someone's toenails to my midsection that was enough to stagger me back a few steps. Stunned, I clutch my stomach getting a fine trickle of blood oozing over my once again human hand. There stood Stephanie with her dagger-like inhuman nail resharpened to its tip, silted with my blood.

"Tsk tsk. Some people fail to learn how the best is always saved for last," she circled me, with me clutching my stomach helplessly while eyeing both her and awaiting move.

"Might wanna get that checked out before you bleed to your dead. I'm not anywhere near done with you." She gestured with her head before lunging in my direction, baring nails first.

I twirl away but she charges again and this time with her feet, taking the ground from beneath me. I was inches from leaping but at the last second I was tipped over. Stephanie slid her toenail over my cheek, drawing a fine line for a second time before I twist her ankle over.

She yelped, trying to pull back. Using her second foot, she slid it across my thigh as she doubled over. I collapse to one knee, hissing out aloud before I could fully stand. Before I knew it, she was risen and lunging at me. She threw a single punch to my eye and I loose my balance, going flying face first. The crowd was going wilder than before, probably hyperventilating from the probability of Stephanie ruling as Luna aside Damon.

Maybe in a way it were for the best. I would be out of the picture as this Pack's Luna, casted out into the shadows away from Damon and perhaps even so forgotten that I could l return home while on the other hand, Stephanie would get her life long ticket with Damon with reign as Luna. Just what we both desired. But what risk?

Weighting each side to this equation, I find the side of me loosing as the heavier consequence. My failure would no doubt result with Stephanie as the victor, but the question was not of now. What would she recede as Luna? My head on a spike? Definitely on her to-do list as Luna, but what would be of the Pack?

Surely Damon's no female ruling policy would stand but again would it with Stephanie involve? Aside this, I also had to weight the factor of how many people Id be letting down. The numbers were high to list but I knew each and every one of them by name.

The blurring subsides, and I hear the buzz of the crowd form back into the chanting of the Pack. Stephanie drops to her knees and takes my neck in her hands. Fabulous, she liked to strangle me to my death. I seize her wrists weakly as I could in mock defeat, her merciless eyes sparking with more than just determination. It seemed like ages, the crowd's roars echoing and rolled and blended into one to my ears before she withdrew and tossed me to my side. Knowing her, she'd want a grander end game. One that would be able to haunt children for generations.

Doubled over choking and rubbing my neck, I feel her foot tilt me onto my back. Feeling my breathing tighten with each breathe I drew, Stephanie surveyed me from above with an amused grin, licking my blood from her fingertips. "My, my, my. What's that's saying those foolish humans use? Ah yes. How the tables have turned. I admonished you you wouldn't last long."

She brought the hilt of her painted nail on the patch of skin, right between each of my breasts where my heart should've been. At first she merely stroked it, that was until she began to bury it under my skin. That's it...

I jerk her ankle, twisting it as if it were a wet rag making her collapse with a loud gasp. Hustling back to my feet, I see her lips crease downwards with finger brushing the trickle of blood leaking from her lip's edge.

That's what you get for trying to touch my tits, June blew at her imaginary nails before motioning back her hair. June could've worn a crown encrusted with a million assortments of diamond while driving around in a Porsche filled with puppies with a sign saying I-don't-fuck-with-you and Id know not to question it, for I knew what made June who she is.

Somehow Stephanie had managed to get her hands on some vaguely familiar torn batons of wood I think I saw some other competitor have, her fist staining white as she bared her claws. Wander when those came, I note.

She twirled them in circles before coming at me. I block the first at few swings, dodging with my forearms but one managed to slip and reach my stomach. I could feel the wood rattle and ricochet off my skin but I kept my head high for the most, trying it not to get to me. My arms growing tired, so I switch to my feet, throwing some decent aims at her head but she was swifter than that, dancing side to side.

Luckily one had gotten past her guard making the wood go fumbling out her grip. I strike again, harder than the last, my toe coming in contact with not only wood. I hear the cracking of her wrist and the following shriek.

I luck out, June reacting my feet to jump as Stephanie attempted to use one of the fallen shard of wood to stab my thigh. I leap, tugging my toes under as I go landing right atop her outstretched calf. This is for spreading your filthy feet over other's Mate and taking them to warm bed with you cow, June snarled.

Together in a whole, we must have heard over a hundreds of bones break throughout the night -with us as the primary cause but hearing Stephanie's was different. It was like hearing the sounds of raindrops after months of scorching sun, for it was just as refreshing. Stephanie howling from pain, doubled over crying as I heard the final shrieks of the crowd. I had earned this.

Ahem! We've earned this, June corrected. Weve just stole the show!

Youre r- Wait. Unable to hear my own thoughts, my breathes began to go raspy and hard to form as I was suddenly overwhelmed with the urge to get out of here. "My Luna! Nora!"

Kaden and Hunter were pushing their way through to medical crew, calling and running towards me but it was too late. My knees bucked over as I feel onto all four, my fur sprouting out of each pore and brushing the air as I go sprinting out past them into the heart of the forest.

Gladly they had the sense not to follow, for the last thing I wanted was to outrun both of them. I had caused that back there. I hurt all those members, even if it was for my survival. I was no less than Damon in a way.

Somehow, I had lost myself so much I never realized the direction I was running until coming across a road and spotting a glorious structure of silver, two luminous reflecting gates on the other side.

I paddle my way in ever so slowly, not eager to get through and go I to the structure I now called home. June surprisingly willingly hands back control with no questions asked and recoils silently back into her space hub in the back of my mind. Strangely this time I awake to my human fingers, I find myself fully dressed in the same grimy, sweaty outfit.

June draws my awe to the sound to water running upstairs from the bedroom. All the lights were off except for the table lamps through the first two rooms at my sides. No ones here but us, June stated.

With one outstretched bloody claw, I head upstairs and to the door of the room as softly as I could. The door was parted enough to see the line of lights of the bathroom open with the door widely open. I shove aside the door, drawing my claws back to my regular fingers to the dimly lit room.

At the running sink, Damon stood shirtless, hissing and cursing as he failed in reaching to cleanse the bleeding open wound on his lower back. How could you fail to tell me this? I question June.

Blood was oozing out a furious rate, it was shocking to see him still standing. There was a heavy repugnant scent odor of Silver lingering in the air sickening my stomach. "Need some assistance?"

I must have been to cruel to be kind -especially to myself. Damon looked up in the mirror in my direction, his eyes condensing with traces of gold. Being hunched over, I could see the flex in his bulging muscles and the wounds more easily. He had about roughly 4 major gashes that were of great concern and needed attention. His adam's apple bobbed, making him hang his head before nodding.

I walk over, creeping past Damon's chest and avoiding colliding into him on my in to gather the stuff scattered over the counter top, gesturing over to the bed on my way out. Sweat, blood, Silver was reeking off him but yet I found him something interesting, different in his appeal.

"Sit," I order and he takes a seat at the edge of the bed, his back towards me.

I rest my body on a single folded knee as I wet the cotton with alcohol. The cotton slips from my fingers onto his wound, making his shoulder blade rise, the muscle tensing up. Allowing my hand to rest on the edge of his clammy shoulder, I feel his body loosen with my touch. "Some bastard managed to sneak in Silver attached to his claws," He explained, sounding awfully exhausted.

Already done attending to his first two wounds -cleaning, applying some enrich greasy ointment and bandaging it up it was starting to come nicely come together. The blood wasn't as furiously leaking. He'd live. I catch his head circle back from my sudden quietness -to which I merely nod understandably.

Damon cleared his throat in pursuit to try speaking again despite exhaustion wearing his face. "How'd you learn to work with theses sort of injuries with such efficiency?" He asked with legitimate amazement, his fingers motioning towards the gauze dressing at his shoulder blade.

"Sometimes youll be horrified at what life can require you to learn. Sometimes with one's guidance and without," My voice wavered and broke off at the end from the memory. The battle years ago in which Xavier was so severely injured, unable to heal and no medical attention near that old rickety cottage with me the only conscious one being compelled to stitch up his torn torso as he nearly bleed to his death. Life seemed so intimating and overwhelming in those minutes, I sworn Id take up First-aid classes the second we were rescued. The faint reminder still on Xavier's skin to this day haunts me.

My traitorous eyes and tonal sound caused Damon to twirl around and face me. He studied my face hoping to get answers to terribly vague reply. His eyes trailed from mine to the dried flow of blood at my temple and chest. With his brows heavily furrowed, Damon said, "You need to be attended too as well."

Taking the discarded ball of cotton, he torn a generous amount and soaked it heavily. Damon worked with great caution, being sure to not accidentally apply any more than needed on any of the external wound. I sat in quiet while his fingers did their magic, working through every square inch of my skin in a highly agile manner.

I wince, flinching back with my hands going to stop his when he first brought the alcohol rinsed cotton to the cut at my cheek gash. At first he looked as if he had been struck, clueless about how to react but he had regained almost instantly. He brought my hands down and began working once more but with more precise measures. I continued to grimace every now and then as he carried on cleaning the surrounding area with an alcohol swab, fighting the urge to scream. "You fought remarkable well. Like a true She-Wolf you were meant to be."

I allow my eyes to drift, my voice near to gone from wanting to cry more than ever. "How would you know?" I ask hoarsely. "You weren't here. You never saw me once in that arena, nor do you know how I was feeling after doing what I did back here. You k-know nothing."

"Don't say that," Damon whispered, leaning forward and taking my hair with his in sickly yet lovingly grasp. "Don't you think, I'll never know you felt back there. Dylan showed me what June saw. What she saw and how you felt. What you saw and felt, June knew and so did Dylan. I saw everything down that bond." He placed a finger under my chin and brought it up to his, the longingness and disbelief deepening his eyes. Along with the shimmering golden crescents. "I saw everything."

I was suddenly sick. My voice was choked and I knew damn well it was. I push him aside, tears swelling at the corners of my eyes. "Nora."

"Just....stop. Stop please. Stay away from me." I climb of the bed, away from Damon's reach.

"Nora." Damon called behind me.

"No! Just no! No-" I cry, halting him.

"Damnnit Nora! WILL YOU HEAR ME OUT, okay? What's wrong with you?" Damon yelled, following after me as I moved towards the door. Grabbing my arms, Damon forced me to meet his face that I was trying so hard to avoid.

"Whats with it to you! Why dont you get some shank to warm yourself with! Thats something you're quite exceptionally well at doing, as well as manipulating other's emotions about what to think of you! " I shriek back, feeling Junes power emitting to my trembling eyes. In the dark, I could see his expressionless face like the freezing of the hour hands on a clock.

His bipolar manner -his Wolf and then him, along with my ambivalent emotions towards them were either going to be the death of me or reason why I had chances of going to be bald.

"Let me go! Ive had enough of your wicked games of playing with my heart. At times, you either care so much it tells my heart to forcefully love you but then, in a blink you change, and do something to shatter my trust in you entirely. I have had enough, way to much to bear in these few weeks! Why did you even come into my life if you wanted to cease my faith in love! I hate you Alpha Damon Romano for everything you've done, I-" He shut me off with a seal of his lips. The saltiness of my tears made their way down to my lips, filling both of our mouths.

Gentler than any of our previous kisses, he caressed my cheek along with my hair, making my skin feverish wherever his fingers roamed my bare skin. His lips never forcefully parted mine, never bit, never did anything Damon wouldve had done before. He merely held my lips with his, brushing it ever so softly it drove me crazy and with nothing other than dry anguish forming in the back of his throat.

I found myself savouring the way I clutched his shoulder, the way he tilted my head to pull me closer, the way his hands stroked my torso as if it were afraid to let go and loose me. This was most truthfulness Ive ever felt with him honestly speaking. Whether cutting me off by taking my lips with his was another one of his depictions, I can say I fell badly. Again.

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Hey guys...!!

I know many of you think I've disappeared into oblivion somewhere, hiding in a corner with a book up my nose but I assure you, I haven't...yet.

I've been busy packing actually. Today's the day, I get to experience having a bedroom to myself and I'm so excited, I don't know why. I hate sharing a bedroom.

I thought it'd nice to edit and post chapter today to celebrate my independence. Cheers! *clinks our glasses*

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