His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 17

We play fought for a while, wrestling and tussling some more in the snow. It was exactly what we both needed after being indoors for so long.

She was quite an impressive fighter too. She managed to duck and avoid almost all of my attacks since her smaller body made her more agile.

The sound of footsteps approaching made us both pause and separate. We looked to the sound, seeing a pure white wolf approach us.

Sniffing the air, I realised the wolf was Vaughn.

He stopped just before us, directing a low warning growl to Gen, who only lowered her head and ears in response.

I realised they were both communicating with each other since both of their wolves were caught in a staring contest. I felt out of the loop and wondered if I should slip away.

Gen nudging me with her nose snapped me out of it and I looked at her. She gestured with her head to the direction we came from and I understood what she meant.

I sighed but followed her as we trotted back to the pack house.

After we shifted and redressed did I break the silence.

"What was that?" I asked the other woman. She seemed as upset as I did, her face looking somber and lost in thought. She looked up at me sadly.

"There's been a few rogues trespassing recently. It's not safe for us to be out," She explained as we headed inside.

"There's been rogue attacks? How many? When?" I asked once we reached the office.

"No, not rogue attacks, just some rogues hanging nearby and trespassing onto our territory," She said. My confusion only grew with her words.

"What's the threat then? Vaughn seems perfectly content walking around alone in his wolf, so it can't be that dangerous," I pointed out. She looked uncomfortable at my words.

"Well, he's the pack Gamma and can handle himself. We don't have the same luxury as he does," She explained weakly.

"I can handle myself too. I remember defeating Zayn in both hand-to-hand and weapon combat. I doubt Vaughn is anymore skilled than Zayn," I scoffed.

She blinked at me, before licking her lips and leaning closer to me, as if her next words were an important secret.

"In this pack, the safety of female and young wolves is extremely important so extra precautions are taken."

She didn't look too pleased with her own words.

"That is the most backwards thing I've ever heard. Even the humans are more progressive than this," I said.

I didn't understand where this mentality even sprung from. I could understand wanting to protect pregnant women and young pups since they were weakened and more vulnerable than ordinary wolves, but for ordinary wolves, it was quite bizarre.

While male and female wolves differed in strengths, I've seen plenty of packs use that to their advantage. With proper training, any ordinary pack member could be a great fighter.

"You were great during our play fight. You have such quick reflexes and are naturally agile. You'd become a great fighter," I continued.

"I've always wanted to train, and for a while, Apollo used to help me," She murmured, looking away. "But he became too busy and I haven't had the chance."

So after getting most of my work done, I had been introduced to the library and had quickly fallen in love. Soon enough, I was learning about werewolf history and tales, all the myths and legends.

I learnt about the Moon Goddess and all the rituals werewolves used to do to gain her favour. Ordinary wolves would perform the most complex acts to gain her attention.

Some lucky few would gain a blessing, which would vary. From granting a childless couple healthy pups, to giving powers to others, it seemed the Moon Goddess was capable of granting anything.

It was interesting, but I found the books about other species even more interesting. They were a lot more limited, however, and it was obvious that werewolves preferred sticking to themselves and not interacting with species outside their kind.

There were witches and vampires and even some tales about dragons and fairies.

"Luna?" A voice spoke up, interrupting my reading. I looked up and met brown eyes. The man was slightly older, maybe middle aged, with dark brown hair and tan skin. His eyes roamed over my face, looking shocked.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Cynthia?" I furrowed my brows at him, slowly standing up and putting the book down.

"My name's Artemis," I said.

"You look so much like them," he whispered.

"Who?" I asked, eager to know. Did he know me?