Amy
I walked behind Emyra down the corridor. I honestly didn't know what had happened.
"The Luna, she-" I didn't know how to put it, but when Emyra turned around to look at me, I knew she understood.
She nodded towards a door which led to a small common room. How a maid of section C knew the place this well was beyond me, but I didn't mind as I sunk into a sofa, her lighting the fireplace before us.
"Ask." She said, still not taking her eyes of the fireplace.
"What... what happened to her?" Emyra sighed as she stood up, but didn't avoid the question.
"Ria... has never liked talking about her past. I know only bits and pieces, mostly what I've made out of her sleep talking but also from her... breakdowns." She paused and sunk into the sofa next to me. "I don't know much of her childhood. She was the oldest child, and her father was a dick, but that's all I know. The big issue was her husband." She said, her face turning grim with fury. Husband. The Luna had married before. "I don't know how she ended up marrying him, but I know she wasn't happy about it. She... has scars over her whole torso from that time." Oh. It explained, and yet didn't.
"She's never mentioned it willingly, but I know she had children, I've heard her scream their names in her sleep. I don't think any of them survived her husband." Pain pierced my heart. I thought to Nell. How would I possibly live again if my baby died? I didn't know.
"About five hundred years ago she became one of alpha king Lucien's war prisoners. Dungeon 13." Dungeon 13. The darkest holes of alpha king Lucien's secret dungeons. They weren't even discovered until two years ago! And when we discovered them they were filled to the brim with dead people. Only seventeen of the hundreds of people were still alive, and only four were still somewhat sane. To survive that...
"Her wolf, Vyn, doesn't speak. But I can't tell you if she was born speechless or if she got her tongue cut out, or maybe she just stopped speaking from trauma. Either way, I'm pretty sure that wolf is the only thing standing between her and complete insanity, even though I like to think I've helped."
I only nodded.
Rowan
I was there again, standing at the side, unable to move as my mother was butchered. The scene wasn't real, I hadn't been there that day, but my mind liked to show it to me in my dreams. Azariah had told me of the day, the moment our line went slack. The scene shifted as I now stood at my grandmothers grave, the younger me before me, sobbing on his knees. Once again, it shifted, and I was at the battlefield, marching into my father's stupid war. Back in the days when I thought with my fists. Those days didn't end until- my hands were bloody, and there's a ting of metal in my mouth. I spat out my fathers throat on the gold-tinted marble floor. I turned around to see the world bowing to me. And I realized I had nothing, and once again, the darkness devours me.
I sat up in the large bed, completely drenched in my own sweat. The same dream again. I turn in my bed a few times, trying to regain sleep. As much as I wanted to take a midnight jog, the pack house had a shield at night to keep rogues out, and sadly also keeping me in. Unfortunately restlessness wasn't a good enough excuse to tear down the shield.
I sighed as I finally got out of bed, and didn't bother changing pants or putting a shirt on before leaving the room.
I strolled throughout the long halls of the pack house for what felt like forever before deciding to head out into the garden. It was by no means a big garden, but I liked the fresh air and scent of flowers. I sat on a bench for a while before I heard rustling. I looked around to spot the maker of the noise, but nothing. Two seconds later I heard it again, it came from above.
I backed away from the house a bit before running and jumping so I hung from the third floor balcony. Any normal wolf wouldn't manage the jump, but I had found there were certain perks with being an alpha. I heaved myself up and jumped onto the roof. I smelled it now, she was here. Mate.