The Sun God’s Luna

"Gotcha!"

Dolores internally yelled as her wolf Silvia clamped her jaw tight around the only food in the woods - One. Rabbit, but even if it was a skinny rabbit with barely any meat on his hind legs, she had to bring it back to the Pack.

Dolores shifted back into human form before Silvia could lose control, a low annoyed growl hummed between Dolores's ears, making a corner of her mouth kick up.

"Sorry girl, but this isn't ours." As a glorified grunt, a rogue, her only worth was her kill. Gripping the dead rabbit by the ears, Dolores began her trek back. Reminding herself that the only reason she was in this shit-hole was that her mother needed shelter and protection.

When she saw The Grey Tail Pack's grand house, Dolores took a deep breath and reminded Silvia to stay calm as she walked towards the entrance. Fellow werewolves stared and spit at her; some even scrunched up their noses like she was foul stench drifting towards them.

Entering the threshold, a BOOM echoed across the hall when Dolores connected with the ground. Biting her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming out in pain, she clenched the rabbit to her chest: Dolores wouldn't let them have her kill, even that pathetic one. She couldn't risk losing the rabbit; without it, her mother would starve.

"My! Who do we have here?" A nasally high-pitched voice above Dolores asked. "Well, if it isn't our Princess." The voice...The Grey Tail Packs Alpha’s daughter, Heather, Dolores realized, stepped onto her hand with a giggle.

Dolores bit her lip harder to stop the tears that pricked her eyelids.

"Shouldn't you be preparing for your feast? Your Highness." She added, dripping with sarcasm.

"Let me go...!" Dolores hissed.

"Tsk, tsk. Have we forgotten our manners, Princess?" Heather keened, lifting her foot from Dolores's hand. "Now stand up and show these girls how a Princess greets her Queen."

Dolores carefully stood up, hugging the rabbit closer to her chest, causing Heather and her posse to snicker more.

Desperate to get back and hopefully give her mother some much-needed food Dolores swallowed her pride and curtsied, biting the inside of her cheek to keep Silvia at bay.

The girls burst into a fit of laughter. "So elegant!" Heather exclaimed. "Yes, yes, you are free to leave now. Your Highness." Heather waved her off then continued laughing.

Without hesitation, Dolores headed towards the kitchen, letting thoughts of her mother close the door on the humiliation that had plagued her life. For Mom. Pushing the kitchen door open, she repeated the words as a silent mantra.

Placing the rabbit on the large island in the center of the room. Dora, the kitchen maid, eyed Dolores like a rat that had just entered her kitchen.

As an Omega, she was above Dolores and her mom in rank and was undoubtedly a part of the Pack, unlike Dolores.

"Just a rabbit?" The plump woman stated, rolling her R's as she spoke. Dolores remained silent, distracting herself by wondering if that was Dora's accent or if she just enjoyed rolling her tongue.

"God, what a waste of time!"

Perhaps she was originally from the highlands. Dolores had thought.

"Fucking leeches, you are." Scoffing, she began to gut the rabbit. "You and your useless piece of shit mother might as well move out as soon as possible."

Dolores watched as Dora washed the blood from her hands. "I'm sorry..." she said. "It's not quite hunting season, so the woods are bare."

Dora ignored her and began to cut the meat from the rabbit, tossing pieces onto a plate that was bound for the great hall. An ache started to grow in the pit of Dolores's stomach.

Swallowing back her hunger, she quietly asked, "Could I at least get one of the legs?" Dora stopped cutting and pierced her with a stare. "My mom's getting worse. I thought I could make her some soup..." Dolores added quickly but was cut off.

"A useless Rouge like you deserves nothing for dinner." Dora spat before turning away to cook the rabbit meat. "As for your whore mother, why don't you just tell her to get her supper from one of the random fucking men in her life."

Silvia's low, angry growl rang through Dolores's head, compelling their blood to boil beneath her skin. She clenched her hands, forming two tight fists at her side. Calm down, Silvia, calm down.

Dolores said silently. Think of your mother. Forget about your dignity. All that matters right now is keeping her and us alive. Remember, as a Rogue, we should be thanking the Pack for not kicking our single Rouge mother and us out.

Silvia gave a disapproving scoff but backed down at Dolores's request. With a breath, Dolores begged Dora. "Please...I only want our share—No. I… Please, just my mother's share." She added, deciding she could go another day without food. "It's been two days since we last ate. She needs food to get well again."

"Your Ma's, mad, you know?" Dora said abruptly, not bothering to acknowledge Dolores's plea when she turned to face her. "'Mated with a Nobleman!? HA! It's too Hilarious..."

Her harsh chuckle slapped Dolores in the face. "Utter bullshit." Dora rolled her eyes then cut off one of the rabbits' feet, waving it in front of Dolores. "Anyway, she won't be needing this anymore."

A chill skated down Dolores's back. "What makes you say so?"

Dora tossed the rabbit's foot with the rest of the meat before wiping her blood-stained hands on her apron, "Because," Dora began, her voice venomous. "She was taken away by some rouges this morning."

Dolores's body became still; her blood pulsed louder as Dora's smirk grew.

"I suppose it's good for her. I'm sure a whore like her will have a better life with them..."

Dolores had watched when Dora's head flung back, and the pain that had radiated from her fist to her shoulder jolted her conscience.

She had leaped over the island between them, grabbing Dora before she fell to the floor. Pulling her fist back, she aimed another blow at Dora, crunching the Omega’s nose.

Dolores shifted into a silver-haired wolf, her iced blue eyes filled with anger. Unable to react, Dora trembled when she saw sharp teeth inches from her throat.

"Where. Did. They. Go?" Dora's eyes had widened when she took in Dolores's wolf, her deep stance aimed to kill. "TELL ME!" Dolores roared.

"They went to the West!" Dora said her words jumbled with fear and blood. "They went to the forest near Ponwell Hill. I think!" She added when Dolores pushed her front paw onto her chest, pinning Dora in place. "They said they needed a woman to come with them, or else they would attack the Pack."

Dolores dug her claws till she heard Dora whimper. "They wanted you, but Diana, she said she would come with them instead."

Dolores stumbled back. She knew precisely what rouges did to women like her and her mother; everyone did. That was why they had stayed there, and they just let them take her mother.

Why? Dolores scoffed; she knew why because they were nothing more than leeches to the Pack, just another Rouge like the ones that took her mother. They should have never trusted The Grey Tail Pack, regardless of shelter.

"I swear, if something happens to her, you will pay double for what they do to her." Dolores looked at the shocked and trembling crowd and pierced them with her icy blue eyes.

"All of you!"

She promised. Snapping at Dora, she turned, bolting out of the kitchen's back door.

She had to catch up to the rouges, she had to find her mother!

Wind had blew into Dolores's ears as she sprinted further away from the grand house. Iron coated the back of her throat. Blood. She reached her limit, but she didn't stop. She lengthened her stride, pushing herself to run faster.

Dolores slowed her pace when she caught sight of Ponwell Hill. She was several miles away from the Pack; she had to have been close. She quieted her steps, then noticed a woman lying on the ground unconscious.

Mom! Dolores began to run quickly but was forced to stop when she spotted five rouges surrounding her mother.

Growl !!!!!!

Dolores was so angry. She quickly came close and bit the first man’s neck. The man fell to the ground screaming in pain, searching for his manhood.

Taking advantage of the other four's shocked faces, Dolores swiped a clawed paw across the second man's face, ripping it to shreds, as he had done to her mother's nightgown.

Before she could attack again, Dolores felt muscular arms wrap around her neck, scrambling; she bit the arm, but another man shifted and kicked her before tackling her to the ground, cracking ribs in the process.

Seeing that the once five is now three, Dolores released a breath of thanks to the goddess. As if sensing Dolores's exhaustion, the wolf that pinned her to the ground shifted back into his human form, leaving only the one man wrapped around her neck, his bitten arm staining her silver coat.

All three men cackled in laughter for successfully caught her and lower their guard, giving Dolores the opening she was waiting for. Using all the strength she had left, Dolores wriggled out of the man's grip.

With her nose, she flipped her mother onto her back and then ran.

Run. Run. Run. Thundering paws followed close behind her, but she lengthened her stride.

Run! Run! Run!

Unaware of her direction, Dolores skidded to stop when she came to the edge of a cliff. Loose rocks fell into the vast canyons when she steadied herself.

Damnit.

Dead end. - Looking back, Dolores saw the threesome drawn near, the glint of victory in their eyes.

She turned to face them, howling, "No!" She shifted her mother to the ground and bared her teeth in defiance.

"You'll soon be ours, little thing." They crew.

Dolores plated her feet then growled as they circled her.

In an instant, a howling rang through Dolores and the rouge's ears. Halting their movements, they glanced around as violent winds caused them to dig their claws into the ground to stay standing. "What the hell is that?" One of the rogues shouted, his voice coated in fear.

Dolores gazed upwards and met two glaring embers before her vision was captured by glistening red scales.

Dragon! She could see the rogues were thinking the same.

How was there a dragon? Why was there a Dragon?

Mesmerized by his magnificence, Dolores watched him carve a moat with his giant muscular tail, separating her from the rouges. Dolores covered her mother with her body when a burst of blazing heat scorched the rouges into piles of ash.

She raised her head in terror and watched as the Dragon's large transparent wings shot him up into the sky.

"Did that just happen?" Dolores asked Dolores, mind to mind.

*"A Dragon, but how could it be possible? I thought they were extinct!" *