Chosen By The Moon



Adrian POV

I knew I had to stop my dad as he latched his fist around the arm of the 6 year old.

"If I'm not mistaken, it was you that caused the queen to take a lashing, the week before she was claimed by our great king." My father roughly shook the boys body and grinned wickedly when Freddie began struggling against his tight grip. "Makes you wonder how much she went through because of you..."

"Get off me... I haven't done anything." Freddie yelled while attempting to pull his wrist away from my dad who gripped it even tighter.

"I wonder if the king even knows his mate has a brother..." I did not like this situation at all.

"Let him go!" My own hand shot out to the poor boys arm, and I pulled him away from my father, he ended up tripping over and landing on the ground with a thud. The bottle of milk he had been carrying burst open splashing the white liquid everywhere. "He hasn't done anything wrong."

"No... you have, Adrian, you and your stupid sister... Yet, This boy will be the one to face harsh punishment. We all know what king Josh did to our queens mother... Imagine what he'll do when he finds out about your deceit." He'll kill Freddie without even blinking, or maybe the king would use him to lore Dylan back to this pack so he could take her yet again. No! That can't happen, Dylan has a purpose, and she needs to be away from the king in order to fulfil it.

"Why are you so intent on torturing innocent people? Do you get off on it? What have the humans done to × you to make you like this?" My dad simply growled at my words and wrapped his fist around my top, dragging me close to him by the fabric. The movement took me by surprise and a grunt left me.

"You'll do well to remember your place pup, or it just might be me to deliver your next punishment." Flashes of the king, holding silver to my back shot through me, and a small shudder took over my entire body as I remembered the pain felt. Still, couldn't help but think about how our queen had gone through worse, and how her punishments were so regular, I had experienced one, but Dylan, she had been subjected to so many in such little time. That's not even including everything she took before the king had even discovered her.

I growled loudly, and forced my dads hand off my clothes, his claws had emerged, and so as his hand moved the fabric became torn.

"I am no longer a pup!" I growled out my wolfs eyes landing on his with a deadly calm, I was on the verge of shifting, I could feel it with every fibre of my being. "And I am about to show you exactly where my place is..."

By now we had a rather big audience, however most of the humans were watching from inside their homes, too terrified to exit. It wasn't every day that two alphas were seen fighting in the streets of the human district.

My father simply stared at me in shock, but that soon shifted into more of a smug expression. He let out a snarky guffaw and threw his head back, taking his glee to the next level. All the while I stood in front of him, disgusted by what I was seeing and by what he had become.

"And how exactly are you going to do that? A silly little pup like you? Maybe a short stay in the packs dungeon would solve this little attitude problem."

He lunged at me again, more menace on his face now, and I was seeing my father in a completely different light.

He reminded me far too much of king Josh. Only focussed on his power, and the fear he could install into weaker beings. He played on his position, and used it for his own gain.