The Last Moonborn Wolf

Is this another form of control?

Harper's POV

I walk into my chambers. The lanterns against the wall make the room look spooky as the shadows of the figures dance against the walls of the room. The omegas move like shadows, and they look at me the way I am used to werewolves looking at me. There is disgust in their eyes. I know the only reason why they treat me with respect is because of Mason. If he did not order them to call me Luna and make me feel at home, look after my needs, and respect me, they would laugh in my face because, to them, I am only a human. The west wing is much bigger than the packhouse of the Silverline Pack. This makes me feel uncomfortable. I am not used to being treated with respect, although not by choice.

This makes me feel like it is another form of control over me. He orders his people to treat me with respect so I will not leave and end up being a wolfless rogue. I wish I knew what was going on with my wolf. I look at the big, comfortable bed. The last time I slept in a bed was when my parents were still alive. They died when I was about fourteen. They were attacked by rogues. My father was the beta of the pack back then, and both my parents were great warriors. My mother used to tell me that the Moon Goddess herself blessed me when I was born. Yeah, right! She blessed me to be wolfless. Or maybe she is the one who sealed away my wolf because she thinks I am not worthy of having a wolf.

The night my parents died, the pack was attacked by rogues, and I was out in the field picking flowers. My parents did not stay with the other warriors as they came looking for me. The rogues were after me, and I still do not know why. Maybe they wanted to use me to get my parents away from the rest of the pack, or maybe they just wanted to kill me. The pack hated me since then, and they hated me even more when I turned out to be the Alpha's mate, but I had no wolf. After my parents died, I would lie on the cold, hard floor in the basement of the Silverline Pack's packhouse. I cried and asked the Moon Goddess why she did not take me and let my parents live. I was hungry and cold, and hurting from my wounds. I forgot how it felt to be treated with respect and kindness.

I can see the disgust on their faces, although they think I cannot see it. I know I have a wolf, but only Mason feels my wolf, and why is my wolf sealed away? Is my wolf evil? Can a wolf be evil? I guess wolves can be evil, or else there would be no rogues. The omegas bring me dresses, and they bring in a bath with warm water heated on the fire stove in the middle of the chambers for me to bathe in. I feel very self-aware as I know I have not bathed or washed my hair for a week. I always had to slip away when I wanted to take a bath in the river and pray no one saw me. I know my clothes are ragged and still covered in my blood.

"Luna, let me help you," one of the omegas says as I take off my ragged dress.

"It is fine. I can do it myself," I say quickly.

I know no one wants to touch this old, filthy dress. However, the young omega stands behind me and helps me to take off the dress. I hear her taking a deep breath, and I know it is because of the scars on my back. My wolf can heal me, but because she is sealed away, she cannot heal me completely. I always wondered why I can heal if I had no wolf. Now I know she is in there deep inside me, sealed by a curse from who I do not know. Maybe even the Goddess herself.

"Who did this to you, Luna?" she asks.

"Please, can you all stop calling me Luna? I am not a Luna. I am not even a werewolf. I am not worthy of you treating me like a queen," I say.

"But you are the King's mate, and that makes you our future Queen. We have to show you respect, Luna. I am sure now that you found your true mate, your wolf will show herself soon," the omega says.

"What is your name?" I ask.

"Elize, Luna," she answers.

"Why are you not disgusted by me like the others?" I ask.

"Because I admire you. You survived so long among werewolves without a wolf, and those who cannot see the strength in that are not worthy to be in your presence," she says.

"You think I am strong? But I am a weak human who cannot even protect myself. Yes, I survived, but as you can see, I did not make a big success out of it. Look at the scars I carry," I say.

"Every scar is written into your flesh as a part of your story. It is a sign of strength. They could hurt you, yes, but they could never break you or kill you. You see, Luna, what you see as your weakness I see as your strength," Elize says.

It makes me wonder. Why didn't they kill me? Why only hurt me? Why could they not break my spirit? Although I cried, I always got up and soldiered on, taking the abuse and insults every day as if I had hope. Why do I always feel hope? Is it my wolf who is trying to keep me going, promising that she is trying to fight to get out? Is my weakness my strength, as Elize thinks?