New Moon Rising

Growing up in Dark Moon was a struggle for me not because i was only half werewolf but because i was also half witch. Everyone hated me, stayed away from me, or pitied me. It was something i didn't need. So when i got out i was happy. I promised myself i would never go back. I wouldn't let anyone else make me feel like i was less than trash anymore. My freedom didn't last as long as i hoped though


2. Decisions to make

He thinks he was murdered that’s even more laughable, but I guess if anyone had a right to think my father was murdered it would be him. After all he was my fathers beta, my father was closer to him than he ever was with me. The sound of the tea kettle going off broke me from thoughts. I stood to go get it, but James pulled me back down and went to get it himself. I sat back on the couch hugging my knees, I could hear him rummaging around in the kitchen opening and shutting cupboards. The smell of eggs and bacon filled the air making my stomach rumble, which made me realize I hadn’t eaten dinner yet. He came back in and slid a tray on the table and scooted it closer to me.

“Here eat.”

He sat back down beside me and grabbed a piece of toast piling eggs on top. I picked up my cup of tea and dropped two cubes of sugar inside, they made a plopping sound sloshing around the steaming brown liquid. I stirred until I couldn’t see the white cubes any longer. When it occurred to me he had more to tell me than my dad was dead, and it was a possible murder. There was an and there was always an and.

“So you have more to tell me don’t you?”

I took a sip of my tea and turned to look at him waiting for him to answer my question.

He didn’t look back, he only continued to eat as if I hadn’t said anything at all. I tapped my fingers impatiently on my leg while he ignored me.

“Huh.” I sighed heavily sitting my cup of tea down on the table and rested my head in my hands. Whatever he was holding back I was sure I wasn’t going to like it.

He finished chewing and sat down his food on the table and rested his chin on his fist.

“You do know that you’re going to have to come back right.”

“Yeah for the funeral I know.”

“No I mean you’re going to have to come back for good.”

“ Umm what I don’t think I’ve heard you right.”

“You have to come back.”

“I don’t have to do anything and I’m certainly not staying there.”

“I don’t care what you don’t want to do. Law states that if head alpha dies then eldest in the family takes over. That is you. You’re an only child so you have to take it over or risk other packs trying to take the pack and over throw you.”

“Do you want that? Do you want people’s blood on your hands?”


I didn’t want that at all, but I definitely didn’t want to be the one who had to take on that responsibility.

“Good then you’ll gather some of your things and we’ll be off tomorrow morning at eight sharp.

I stood grabbing my cup of tea and headed toward the stairs up to my room.

“You know where the guest bedroom is.” I said from the stairs.

I didn’t wait for the answer I just went straight to my room. Closing the door behind me I sat on my bed and my tea on the nightstand next to it. The thought of going back to dark moon did not sit well with me. It didn’t matter how I felt about dark moon I would have to go back any way. James was right things needed to be done there and if I was going to be rid of that place for good I was going to have to settle things there.

I went to my closet to grab some suitcase to put clothes in, if I was going to be staying for and indefinite amount of time, I was going to need more than one suitcase. I walked to my closet and reached up into the top of my of it and pulled a suitcase off the shelf. I laid it on the ground and unzipped it, pulling out another suitcase from it. I stood and pulled some clothes from my drawers, mostly pants and t-shirts. The essentials toothbrush, toothpaste, facial cleanser, and body wash. I can’t believe I have to do this, I’d spent most of my life trying to leave. I was okay with the checkups by James he was the only person from the pack I could actually deal with. I was pretty sure given our relationship that he didn’t want to see me dead or was rejoicing the fact that I left. Being a half-breed didn’t sit well with the other members of my fathers pack. My pack now I guess.

I zipped my suitcases up and took them downstairs, James was in the kitchen washing the used dishes. I watched him from where I was standing the way the muscles in his back moved when he reached up to put a dish away it reminded me of old times. The lingering smell of bacon was in the air, I walked in the kitchen prepared to rummage through the fridge to eat something.

“Here, I knew you‘d be back down” he said handing me a plate with an egg and bacon sandwich on it. I accepted it graciously and took a bite. “Thanks.”

“When was the last time you had a proper meal?” he asked arms crossed leaning against the counter.

“When was the last time you were here?”

“More than two months ago, when we were getting along.”

I knew where this conversation was headed and with everything on my mind I didn’t want it to go there. Its not fair for him to always find a reason to talk about us, or a lack of us.

“I don’t want to have this conversation right now, I‘d like to deal with one thing at a time.”

I could sense him tense it was always like this, I could never say anything right when it came to our relationship. Or lack of relationship.

“Fine I’ll leave it alone for now but sooner than you think this conversation is going to happen. There will be no running away from it.” he said with finality in his voice.

He left the kitchen without a word I listened to his footsteps as he made his way to one of the guest bedrooms the closing behind him in a forceful manor making me flinch. I finished off the rest of the sandwich, grabbed the jug of cranberry juice from my fridge, and drank from it. I wiped the back of mouth off with my hand, placed the juice back in the fridge and washed my dish.

I went to my room and laid in my bed the idea of sleep nowhere in my head, tomorrow was going to be a long drive. 

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