THE VENGEFUL WARRIOR LUNA

Xena

I am currently training young pups. I don't hate what I do because of my Warrior Rank. I love teaching the young children. I love teaching the young girls they still inspire me. They remind me when I first started training.

I live in a medium sized cottage not that far from the pack house. I would live in the pack house because I am still unmated but I want to stay away from the horny, unmated males. I am not afraid of them, it's just to keep me safe. Just because I know how to

Fight doesn't mean I enjoy being in danger.

You're supposed to find you mate at 16 but you get your wolf at 14. I am 20 and still unmated, it doesn't matter. I am a outcast in my own pack because I am unmated. People find me weird because I don't follow the social norms of the werewolf community.

I had to fight to become a warrior because I am a woman. The Moonlight Pack is made up of 200 wolves. We are a big pack, Packs usually are only 50 to 80 wolves. My Alpha name is Raph. He is a good Alpha, I respect him.

However, I've always had trouble submitting to him. My wolf never wants to, but she does because she knows it'll be trouble. I can't afford to become a rogue. That is a crime in werewolf world, people never respect rogue wolves. I never mind, some people don't have a choice to become rogue.

That would be surprising coming from a warrior wolf. I know when to attack. I was taught to attack at the right time. To study people's movement, to know my enemy. So I know when to spot a bad rogue.

There is a Royal family in the werewolf community. The Alpha King reigns all over the packs and Alphas in the werewolf community. The current Alpha king and Queen names Are Victoria and Michael. I never really cared for the Royal family. They have nothing to do with me.

I look around and see the young pups practicing hard. They looked tired and exhausted.

"Alright, that enough for today, go home and relax. You have the rest of the week off." I said to everyone.

They all dropped on the ground in exhaustion, I knew they were tired but I had no idea that they were this tired.

I walked up to my favorite trainee. I know I'm not supposed to have favorites but I do and any teacher who says they don't, is lying.

The boy had chocolate skin, and warm brown eyes. His hair was in waves. He was short, but not too short.

My favorite is Luca and he is 15, I've been training him since he was 14. Luca is raised by his dad, his mom was killed by a rogue when he was three. His dad didn't go crazy. He knew his mate would want for him to be with their pup. Luca still grieves his mom, he doesn't remember her. Maybe that's why his grief is worse, because he has no memories to smile or cry at.

He was very small when I first started training him. He was weak and he was bullied a lot. He had no confidence in himself. No matter how many times Luca fell, he alway got back up. He's funny and he makes me smile. I am very proud of him.