Black Luna

Black Luna

By

Kenzie Kehoe

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Black Luna

Copyright © 2010 by Kenzie Kehoe

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Chapter 1

Walking through the woods was Mackenzie’s way to relax. School, work, and her social life was becoming too much for her. She needed to get her next book in or her publisher would fine her, she needed to study for the mid-term next week, and all her friends have decided that this week’s drama was going to be like middle school. Susie liked him, but Becky kissed him, and Charlie is really in love with Sally and it went on and on. Mackenzie was growing tired of it, all of it. So she decided to take a walk. Maybe leaving the house without her phone, and just her IPod wasn’t the smartest idea, mostly because here she is miles into the woods lost. Night was beginning to fall and she didn’t want to be out this long. It may be summer but the Montana nights are cold. She pulled her blue plaid shirt closer to her body, she decided it over her black sweater because she wanted to match her eyes. Now she thought it was a stupid idea the sweater would have been warmer.

She shivered, thinking she was trying to head home but going farther into the forest. She was hoping to run into civilization but she knew that she could walk over twenty miles and still not reach any humans, Montana was big that way. She slumped down a tree kicking a rock away, wishing she wasn’t so stupid that day and just remembered her phone. Although chances of it reaching any bars out there were slim to none. She played with her brown hair reaching just below her shoulder thinking of ways to get home, but coming up clueless.

Get over here. It wasn’t pointed at Mackenzie. It was far off to the left, a man yelling at somebody else.

I’m tired, can we do this later? Another voice answered back. Mackenzie was excited, she wasn’t lost. People were near, probably lived in a town that had cars and could take her home, back to college.

Is that how you will take control of the pack, by being tired and exhausted? Mackenzie started to run towards them, not questioning what they meant by pack or taking control of it.

Fine. The guy answered back. She made it to the clearing where she found an older guy and a younger one, both similar looking, they are in workout clothes but she could tell they had muscles underneath them. Then there was their green eyes, dark and clouded that were matching, it reminded her of tree’s during a rain storm. The different between the guys were the wrinkles and the grey weaving through the old man’s black hair.

They haven’t seen her yet, too focused on each other. She stopped near the trees sizing the guys up. She shouldn’t of come here was her first thought, they didn’t look like the normal people from her town. The young guy was running full force towards the old guy, he leaps and she could feel a buzz in the air. A wolf tackles the old guy to the ground but he throws the wolf to the side after a second, kicking it in the stomach.

Pathetic, Is that how you are going to win. The old guy says. Were there once was wolf was now the young guy with no clothes on. Run was the thought that went through her head. She turns around stepping on leaves and sticks, not bothering to be quite, just wanting to get out of there. She barely makes it a yard before she is trapped against a tree, a hand grasping her neck making it so she can’t leave. What did you see? The old guy asks. She looks down to see the older guy, the young one behind him sending a cunning smile her way.

I was just lost, I didn’t see anything. Mackenzie pants out, scratching at the hand trying to get it to loosen. She felt her head snap to the side, blood rising to her cheek, his hand leaving a print. She has never been hit that she could remember; she remembered one girl tried to slap her at the last party she was at, but the girl barely missed. Mackenzie didn’t think she was the blame, the whole ordeal was about how Mackenzie spilt her drink on the girl, but in reality the girl was so drunk she ran into Mackenzie. She just grazed her fingers against Mackenzie’s cheek and Mac was finding humor in the situation. Now she wasn’t, she was scared out of her mind.

Liar. The old guy shouts in her face. She looks at the old guy, his dark cloudy green eyes, now turning into a vibrant green.

Dad, what should we do with her? The young one asks. She kept scratching at the hand, even though she knew it was a useless case, he was in control.

Son, is Bebe still around? He loosened his grip a bit on Mackenzie, enough that she could get air, but she was still pinned to the tree, the bark embedding into her back.

Gone, she died last week. The young guy says. Mackenzie looked up at the son, he was a bit older than her but not much, but when she got a look at his eyes she knew he was the one that killed Bebe. He had a look that showed he found joy in Bebe’s death.

Perfect, we need a new one, and here she is, it is like a present. The old guy says. He dropped Mackenzie; she cradled her neck taking in deep breaths. Take her, and make sure she doesn’t make a sound. The old guy says. Mackenzie didn’t have a chance to question it before the son picked her up throwing her over his shoulder. She has enough air to scream but it wasn’t her brightest idea, the dad just smacked her on the head knocking her out. That’s better, was the last thing she heard.

Wake up, you have chores to do. She sees an older lady in the doorway, she has blonde hair reaching down to the tip of hip, green eyes but a bit lighter than the men she saw earlier, she had the same cunning look as them though.

Where am I? Mackenzie looks around the square room, it isn’t much. She is on the hard concrete floor with a blanket thrown over her, the walls a dark grey with scratch marks all over. It is big enough that her 5’8" height lying down touched both walls, no windows to see if it was light out or not.

I don’t have time for this. Sandy is having a party tonight. The lady says, she comes over grabbing Mackenzie’s arm lifting her up in the air with ease.

You are one of them aren’t you? Mackenzie says. She thinks back, it isn’t possible werewolves. But she saw it with her own eyes. Maybe she is crazy, she wished she was, and then soon somebody will give her some medication that will help her see clearly.

A werewolf? Yes, my family is one of the strongest there is. The lady says, she gives Mackenzie a smile, enjoying the scared look on Mackenzie’s face. I’m the mama of the house, Michelle. My husband leader of the house, Robert, and there is my son and daughters. My son, Derrick, he is soon to be future Alpha and my daughter, Sandy, a werewolf herself which makes her stronger than any other female in the pack and my other daughter, she is just a shifter so she is nothing. But it doesn’t matter all you need to know is that you will call us Master, and you will do everything we say. Or well you heard what happened to Bebe. The Michelle says, her eyes giving the same joy that Derricks did early when she mentioned Bebe’s death. Mackenzie has backed up in the cell crouched in a corner, wishing for somebody to save her. Tonight is Sandy’s half birthday, we want the house decorated, now. Michelle practically throws Mackenzie through the door. Dishes, dust, sweep, vacuum, and cook dinner, plus a cake. Then put the decoration up. It has to be done by six because the guests are arriving at seven and I want you nowhere in sight. Mackenzie didn’t object, her face hurt from the hit yesterday, and she was scared, and she was hoping she could sneak out during the party.

It took hours just too clean half the house, and she hadn’t even started with dinner. She already received a hit because she missed a spot in the dining room under one of the tables, how could they even see that, she thought. She was in the middle of making the cake when she felt soft moistness cover her face. I don’t like the cake, start again. Michelle leaves the room, while Mackenzie cleans off her face, pinking frosting and salty tears dripping in the sink. She wanted to think it was because of frosting getting in her eye but she knew better. It has only been one day and she already wanted out, in any way possible. She works and works for perfection, she ended up making three more cakes before Michelle was satisfied. The others were gone so she only received beatings from Michelle. Even though Michelle looked like she was in her late thirties she hit like a baseball player.

Hurry, up the guest will be arriving soon. It was just barely six and she wanted Mackenzie out of the kitchen, hidden in the depths of the basement. Mackenzie left the kitchen running into the rest of the family.

What is she still doing up here. A blonde girl said, her hair matching her mother’s blonde but falling only to her shoulders and she has the same dark green eyes of her father. There is another girl cowering behind the blonde, she had green eyes and black hair falling to the middle of her back.

I sent her down, she just isn’t moving fast enough. Michelle shouts from the kitchen. Mackenzie tries to squeeze by but Derrick isn’t letting her go anywhere. He steps close to her placing his hand on her hip.

I can help her down stairs. Derrick says, Mackenzie backs away, Derrick was giving her the creeps. She saw what was in his eyes, lust. She has seen it when she goes to the casino’s with her friends, the older men giving her the same eyes. They at least knew not to touch, Mackenzie thought.

You have to go get ready, I will deal with her. Robert grabs her arm, leaving bruises where his hand laid.

My wife has enough to deal with, and my daughter, none of us need to worry about you. He opened the door to the basement throwing Mackenzie down the stairs. She felt everything, with each thud she felt piercing pain through her body. She reached the bottom of the stairs, not daring to stand just yet. She wasn’t locked in the room she woke up, but just let free in the basement. She looks around finding a small window just big enough for her to fit through. She decided to make a plan, party started soon she thought. By eight it would be if full swing and she would run. She glances down at her unique watch. Her parents gave it to her it wasn’t anything special except for her name engraved and a crest of her families symbol placed in the middle. Less than two hours to go she read.

She waited in the corner, hearing numerous people, but none of them even bother to try the basement door. She waited and waited, it turned eight but she wanted it to be a little louder, the party music stopped placed with the voices of people singing.

If it was any other day Mackenzie would have questioned people singing happy birthday at somebody’s half birthday but right now she was more focused on dragging her body through the window. The pain from falling down the stairs became more potent when she lunged herself through, dragging her ribs across the dirt from the outside. But in her mind it was worth it. She drags her knees across the ground army crawling until her body is fully out. Nobody is around; she gets up running for her life. She makes it away from the party, the music becoming quite background.

She thinks all she has to do is find a near town and tell the cops about the crazy people. She would keep the werewolf thing a secret, she knew she would end up in an insane asylum if she talked about that. But first, she has to find safety.

She was running, small breaths of air making it out of her lungs. It hurt her, from that days beatings, plus she was never in shape. She was on the chubby side and now she was kicking herself for never bothering to go to the gym. She hears a twig snap on the side and she picks up her speed, her legs are burning but she needed to get away. She is slammed on the side tumbling down the side of the hill. A giant black wolf is on her, its canines grabbing her neck enough to pierce but not enough to kill. She doesn’t want to die, she isn’t ready. She isn’t religious but she starts to pray to God. Hoping that he will help her out

Where do you think you were headed? A voice says from the side. She doesn’t move her neck, the wolf is still biting it. But she already has his voice memorized. Robert.

I just want to leave, please I won’t tell your secret. Just let me go. Mackenzie pleads. Tears start to fall down her face.

Sure I will let you go. Robert says. She moves her head to look at him, but flinches back when she feels the canines pierce a bit further into her throat, she can feel a cooling sensation slither down her neck.

Thank you. Mackenzie says, but stops when she can hear the guy laughing.

Do you think I’m serious? Stupid bitch. Robert says, more tears start to run farther down her cheek, mixing with the blood. She just wants to go home. She doesn’t care about the drama, Becky can kiss whoever, and Sally should love whoever, she will put up with all of it. Son take her home, Robert says, the wolf changes back to reveal a smiling naked Derrick lying on top of her.

Oh father I will. Derrick says, he picks Mackenzie up, throwing her over his shoulder, his hands grabbing her ass to prevent her from falling, but also to feel her up. Mackenzie starts to scream. She is thrown on the ground Derrick straddling her. Please do scream, it turns me on. He whispers in her ear, she starts to pound his chest but he doesn’t even seem fazed by it. She looks around the father has left them, she isn’t surprised. The guy is just as evil as Derrick. Derrick grabs her breast, she takes it as her advantage to knee him in the groin. She stands making a run for it but Derrick has her pinned to a tree. Bitch. He back hands her, cutting the skin open on her cheek, blood oozing down the side of her face.

I will kill you. She musters out, staring him directly in the eye.

We both know you can’t. Derrick says, he grabs her neck bringing her head forward. Oh and this is for kneeing me in my jewels. He pushes her neck back, smashing her head into the tree.

She is still awake, feeling the pain of the headache coming on.

Screams are hot, blood everywhere, not so much, Derrick says, he looks down at Mackenzie, the blue shirt now dripping with blood, but don’t worry I will get my way with you one day. Derrick whispers in her ear, he grabs her forearm dragging her back to the house. The party is still going on, but he doesn’t care he just throws her through the window she came out of. She collapses on the floor, enjoying the cold surface on her face. Derrick comes down the stairs a second later the family following.

How dare she ruin my party. Sandy says, bringing her foot into Mackenzie stomach. Sandy keeps kicking her in the stomach, not even stopping to take a breath.

Stop, Everybody looks over at the other sister. I will take care of her for you, um, you should go back to the party. Remember it is your birthday after all. Sandy fixes her outfit, giving a small smile to her younger sister.

You’re right, I must go entertain my guest. Sandy says, she fixes her black skirt that lands just below her but, and pulls down a cut up blue halter top, walking up the stairs fixing her hair.

Don’t forget I want to talk to Gage, he will be your future mate after all. Michelle says, following her daughter up the stairs.

Don’t worry guys, I have this. The other daughter says, kicking Mackenzie in the stomach. They nod heading up the stairs leaving the girl alone with Mackenzie. Oh shit, Oh shit, please tell me you are alive. The girl asks in a worried voice. Mackenzie looks up to find the girl kneeling over her bringing a towel over her cuts. Thank god. The girl says. Mackenzie was confused, wasn’t she supposed to hurt her, torture her, kick her in the stomach. But instead this girl was trying to heal her cuts. I’m Jasmine. She smiles down at Mackenzie. Mackenzie smiles back, placing her head on the floor letting the darkness take over.

Chapter 2

Over the next year Mackenzie didn’t try to escape, she was slowly becoming nothing. The only reason she got food was because of Jasmine, which still wasn’t much. She slowly turned from the chubby girl to a bag a bones. The parents didn’t bother her much unless she didn’t do the job perfectly, other than that they kept to themselves. Sandy didn’t like her, and whenever she saw her she would knock her down and start kicking her in the stomach. Derrick had tried repeatedly to take advantage of Mackenzie but Jasmine would always step in. Mackenzie was grateful, and the only reason she was alive was because of Jasmine. She learned that if she wasn’t here the family would be treating Jasmine like a slave. Mackenzie was glad Jasmine didn’t have to deal with that, but she did wish it wasn’t her. Mackenzie was starting to lose her mind, thinking that she deserved every hit, and that she was actually Derrick’s. It was easier to think this, than to continue to fight. She just wanted the easy life and going along with what they want was easy.

Mackenzie was scrubbing down the sink. One quarter bleach, and then take the tooth brush do little circles until she can see herself in it. She has been getting better and better at this, once she was done she looked down at it with a smile. At this point it wasn’t a real smile, it was a think line with her teeth barely showing, but it was the only thing Mackenzie could be happy about. They can’t find anything wrong with this, they would be happy, she thought. She started to put the bleach away, including the brush, out of the side of her eye she sees Sandy throw her soup in the sink. It splatters everywhere.

You missed a spot. Sandy says, going to the refrigerator to grab milk. She watches Mackenzie pour water in the sink, taking out the bleach one more time. Mackenzie doesn’t say anything she finds it best to keep quiet, then most of the time they forget she is there. Jasmine walks into the room placing her bowl of soup next to the sink, walking over to join Sandy. I can’t believe tonight is the full moon. I know something is going to happen. Sandy says to Jasmine. I know it isn’t that you are going to shift, I was thinking more of Gage marking me.

I don’t think so sister tonight is the night I take what is rightfully mine. Alpha. Derrick says. Derrick has been training all year, hoping to take the leadership of Alpha. Robert trained Derrick every day, always pushing him. When Robert had to show a move he would use Mackenzie, making it easier for Derrick to see what is going on. She was Derricks personal training dummy. Always there when he was taught a new move, then practiced on for the next week straight. She hated it, always getting random bruises along her arms and sides, but Derrick loved it being able to be so close to her, and being able to wrap his body around hers. He just wished his father wasn’t there so he could have his fun, but his father would find it disgusting to be interested in a human.

Remember you can’t kill him, Gage is my mate. Sandy says.

Oh is that why he hasn’t marked you yet, and I promise I won’t kill him. I want to him to see me rule what his family built up. Derrick says.

And what if he wins? Sandy says.

Bitch, way to support your family. Derrick says.

He is my mate, I love him. So yes I do wish him best. Sandy says.

Oh just shut up, this is what I’ve been training for. I will win. Derrick says.

Mackenzie isn’t paying much attention, just thinking dab, circle, circle, and repeat. She does feel when Derricks hand lands on her ass. Isn’t that great, when I become Alpha nobody can stop me from having what’s mine. Derrick whisper in her ear.

I don’t see why you like the human so much. Sandy says. He starts to kiss her jaw, his hand roaming under her shirt. She hasn’t had any change of clothes since she was captured, they do let her clean it every Sunday so she doesn’t start smelling up the place, but the clothes she has now are torn with bleach stains covering most of the front along with some blood stains she couldn’t get rid of.

I don’t know either, but something about her makes me want her. Derrick says, he bites down on her ear, Mackenzie just gulps but continues doing her work.

Hey bro, how about we go warm up a bit before the big fight. Jasmine says, dragging her brother away. Mackenzie smiles a bit, but she knows soon Jasmine won’t be able to be there for her.

Derrick always gets what he wants. Sandy says, before throwing her unfinished milk in the sink. Mackenzie was busy cleaning the sink for the next hour, moving on to Sandy’s room, than Derrick’s room, and then Jasmine’s room, which hers just needed a vacuuming, while the others looked like a tornado hit them. She waited for them to leave for the fight before she started their rooms, she didn’t want them to be annoyed with her being around. Once she was done with that she started dinner, but none where back yet. It was a full moon and normally they didn’t come home for the night, deciding to run around the woods. She packed up dinner at eight, knowing if it is this late they won’t be coming home for the night. She walks up the stairs preparing to clean the office, she could put it off until tomorrow, but after a full moon the family is always extra hungry and breakfast takes extra-long.

She enters the room grabbing her cleaning basket on the way. She takes a moment to examine the window, its huge, displaying the whole forest. The trees were at a distance but not that far, the moon light making the droplets of water shine off of them. It was beautiful, breathtaking, and she loved it. She takes some nights off and just sits in this room, thinking of a different world. One where she was never captured and