Three for Thorn

Waking up in my fathers dungeon is not what I would refer to as having a good time. With my head swimming and a strange foul taste in my mouth, I search the room groggily.

The asshole really did it. I can't believe it. How could I be so damn foolish?

I trusted him. I mean come on he is my father, though sometimes he could be a cruel bastard especially to his own damn children but I've never expected this.

I wish my mother was still here. We were such a happy family unit while she was still alive. After her death my father, the well known Alpha Baker Rose of the White Moon Pack, changed dramatically. He went from being a well respected and caring Alpha to someone that I don't even recognize anymore.

His loving nature slipped away from him two years ago when some vile and malicious Rogues attacked our pack for some unknown reason. They tortured and killed my mother along with a few other pack members, after that my father was never the same.

With my head feeling a little fuzzy I try to recall exactly what had happened between us last night.

The last thing that I can remember is arguing with my father again but unfortunately I can't even remember what our argument was about. Why can't I remember? Ugh!

And why would he throw me in his dungeon? Damn! I need to get the hell out of here! Whatever our argument was about it had to be bad because I can't think of any reason that would result in me having it be thrown in his damn dungeon.

"Dad!" I scream out loud with both of my hands fisted up pounding heavily on the damn dungeon door. "Dad! Let me out!" I scream louder.

But after what seems like hours of me screaming and pounding on the door with no reply back my throat is now dry as a desert and I my hands freaking ache. Damn! The cold dungeon room smells of old tainted blood and soured urine. The revolting aroma is making me nauseous along with a headache blooming inside of my head that just won't seem to go away, it's all making me feel truly miserable.

What could I have done or said that was so bad to warrant this type of punishment? I have always tried to be the best daughter that I could possibly be so why am I being discarded this way? It doesn't make any damn sense to me.

Dropping down on the little moldy mattress that's tucked in the corner of this gruesome dungeon prison I start to cry. My tears keep escaping my eyes they keep rolling down my face precariously. Why? Why me? These same questions keep echoing in my mind.

Finally hearing loud footfalls entering the dungeon halls I spring up from the old mattress racing toward the dungeon door. Peeking out of a little rectangle opening on the door I see my fathers face suddenly appear at it before me.

Startled I jump back a step eyeing the door nervously. The lock on the door starts to rattle when the door finally opens the creaking sound of the door makes me shiver it's an ominous sound that makes me feel like I'm waiting for my own perilous doom. As my father enters the room he places the door keys in his front pant pocket. Closing the heavy wooden door behind him. When he suddenly turns to me I blanch back when I notice

the fierceness displayed all over his face.

"Dad." I nervously drawl out his name.

He saunters in the room with a heavy stride, the stomping of his boots reverberate throughout the cold daunting room hauntingly.

My father decidedly chooses to lean up against the grey stoned wall, facing me he offers me a viscous glowering glare simply folding his arms across his his barreled chest.

"Well princess it seems like we have a problem." He finally speaks, I hint a very discouraging roughness to his tone. I can't understand why he would be so upset with me.

"What problem dad? What did I do?" I rush out my questions frantically wanting so badly to know the answers.

He darkly chuckles at me, shaking his head. I scowl watching him clearly confused about his abrupt behavior toward me.

"You denied me and that just won't do." He replies sucking on air between his teeth still deathly glowering over at me.

"Denied what? I don't understand." The way he is behaving toward me right now is not unusual per say it's just at this very moment there's a touch of madness added to his usual fierceness that absolutely confuses and terrifies me.

"When I lost your mother I also lost my Luna. My pack lost one of their leaders. The best one anyway. I loved her deeply the loss was so damn traumatic not just for me but for everyone. For two years I have mourned her, yearned for her, and weeped for her. Now I think it's time for a change." Chills run down my spine from the hard calculating look he's throwing at me.

"What do you mean?" I ask with my voice quivering slightly. What does this have to do with me?

"I think our pack needs a new Luna one that was just like your mother. One like you." He harshly comments pointing his long finger directly at me.

Does he plan on letting me take over his reign? But I'm the youngest with my brother being a year older than I am it was always a foregone conclusion that he would be the upcoming Alpha of our pack, not me.

"But what about Fier he is suppose to be the next Alpha, not me. Why would you do this to him? He has been training for this his entire life to take over the pack from you when you retired. You can't do this to him dad. He would be so upset." Fier has always stood by me, through thick or thin, I could always rely on him. He has always looked forward to the day when he becomes the Alpha of our pack.

For my father to take this dream away from him is nothing but cruel. I won't let him do it to him. I can't.

"You're misunderstanding me princess. I'm not going to retire. I am still going to remain as Alpha of my pack." I stare at him beyond confused, furrowing my brows, I start to fidget bouncing on the back of my heels.

"I don't understand." I mumble lowly.

He tsk at me shaking his head then pulls himself from the stoned wall walking over to me slowly, he halts when he is finally standing directly in front of me. His reaches his hand up to my face tenderly tracing my cheek with his thumb pad.

Sliding my eyes up to look up at him, I flinch when I read the sudden announcement of lustful desire quickly flooding his eyes.

No he can't mean this? It's beyond absurd. He's my fucking father.

"I want you to become our Luna. My Luna. I want you to become my lover." He says gruffly with desire laced in his tone. Oh please Goddess let this be a damn joke. He can't mean it!

"You're fucking disgusting!" I bellow out at him stepping away from his revolting touch. The nauseating feeling I had early comes back to me hitting me at full tilt.

The man is mad! Crazy! Who would actually think about their own daughter in this sick depraved way?

"No I'm not! I will make you my Luna Thorn! Our pack needs you. I need you!" He barks out to me with anger as I step further away from him shaking my head vehemently.

"Fier will never allow this. He will stop you! He will kill you!" I venomously spew at him.

Fier will stop him. He will save me from this madman! He has to.

"Fier will not be a problem. Neither will our pack. Our pack is behind me one hundred percent. I had him taken care of. There is no one that can stop me Thorn. This will happen. We will have the ceremony tomorrow night when the moon crests. You can try to fight it all you want sweet one but no one can help you. You will be mine." He snarls, walking closer to me with his arms held up high in the air to grab me. I frantically look around the cell room searching for anything that can remotely help me.

My eyes hit upon a a broken piece of plywood leaning up against the stone wall beside an old brown bucket.

As my fathers paces pick up coming forward I duck low under his outstretched arm, rushing across the room I swipe up the plywood with both of my hands.

Before my father can even register my swift movements I take the chunky plywood in my hands rear back and swing it just as hard as I can toward his head. Swinging upwards the plywood crashes across the back of his head hard. He stumbles from the impact but still is able to brace himself.

Continuously swinging the plywood I eventually managed to knock my father completely out. His body begins to fall to the cell floor clumsily, with my arms stinging and my breathing erratic I hastily drop the piece of plywood onto the cell room floor staring at my unconscious father on the floor unbelievably.

Quickly coming to my senses I rush over to my fathers prone body digging through his pant pockets I was finally able to clasp my hand around the cold metal key to my freedom.

Jerking the key from his pocket I rush over to door, opening it with a bit of ease. I walk though it slamming it behind me as I exit I lock the dungeon door with a loud resounding clink of the lock clicking into place. I relax blowing out a heavy breath.

I throw the key down the dungeons hallway then briskly turning on my heels I begin to run out of the dungeon to my freedom with no apparent plan of where the hell I was going I just rush off. All I know is at this very moment I needed to run and get away fast and find somewhere far away from here to hide.

I needed to find my brother Fier.

Rushing through the isolated town of Retron I kept low hiding behind old buildings with no planned destination in my mind.

I had nowhere to go basically. The only relatives that I have is my deranged father and of course my brother Fier but I have no idea where he is or what's happened to him.

I couldn't even ask for any type of help from anyone that is in our pack. According to my father they all knew and supported his crazy idea for him to make me his. So disappointingly I have no one.

I don't know what I'm going to do? It all feels so damn hopeless. How did my life turn out this way?

Hearing a train whistle blowing loudly in the distance I search around the town looking for the train tracks. I spot them past the alleyway. If I could possibly jump into one of the cargo boxcars maybe just maybe I might have a chance to escape away from here unharmed and unnoticed.

Rushing to the tracks on the far side of town I bustle through some oncoming people that are straggling about behind some old abandoned buildings on the east side of town. Almost stumbling over some trash bins that were left out in the alleyway haphazardly, I quickly right myself jumping around them hurrying as fast as can to the upcoming train.

Out of breath and growing abundantly tired I finally make it to the side of the railroad tracks. Now all I have to do is figure out how I'm going to jump onto a fast moving train that's going close to fifty miles per hour along the train tracks.

Watching nervously as the train is approaching I happily notice that the train is starting to slow down. The loud train whistle blows one long whistle signaling that it's about to stop. Yes! Yes! Yes!

The delight I feel encompasses me fully knowing that I won't have to break my own damn foolish neck trying to jump on a fast moving train.

One short whistle from the train signals its impending stop. I creep around the side of railway depot building to hide inconspicuously.

As the train finally comes to a jolting stop I silently make my way down the side of the train searching for an open cargo boxcar.

Finally near the end of the long train I find a cargo boxcar that was left slightly open. Climbing into the boxcar as my hands grip the metal clasping on the sliding door I almost fall over. Gripping the clasp tighter I pull myself up inside of the boxcar breathing heavily from over excursion.

Falling on my back in the boxcar on the cold steel flooring I stare up at the top of the boxcars ceiling thankful that I was actually able to make it.

This would be so much easier if I could actually shift into my wolf form but unfortunately that won't happen for another two days when I finally turn eighteen and I can't wait.

Hearing footfalls outside of the boxcar I scramble to my feet rapidly. Traipsing across the boxcar hurriedly I edge my way behind two wooden crates hiding myself away.

Voices travel up to my ears from outside of the boxcar. Two gravely voices speak randomly for a few minutes until the boxcar door suddenly closes with a rattling vibration rattling throughout the car.

Blowing out a very long held breath I settle back against another wooden crate panting out heavily in complete darkness.

After awhile the train finally starts moving again, it jolts me forward off of the crate I was leaning on. I smash into another crate catching myself with both of my hands pressed against it. I steady myself as the train continues to glide on down the tracks.

Restless, I climb up onto one of the wooden crates. Nestling down upon it I curl myself up into a ball. Closing my eyes I start to drift off to sleep with the steady rhythmic movements from the speeding train.

I can't believe I actually done it. I escaped my deranged father without anyone seeing me.

Now all I have to did is somehow find my brother which sounds a hell of a lot easier than I might think.

My last thought before I drift off into slumber was that of why is this shit happening to me?

I get jolted awake when the train suddenly comes to a screeching stop almost falling off of the crate I was restlessly sleeping on.

Standing abruptly, I train my ears listening closely for any sounds near the car I'm in. Not being able to hear anything but the trains slow screeching, I edge my way around the wooden crates before me until I get to the car door. Fumbling around with my fingers on the darkness trying to find someway to open the boxcar door I get a shock when the door suddenly comes sliding open.

Standing at the door looking down I get startled when I see a big burly man glaring up at me.

"Who are you? What the hell are doing?" He ask me confused but apparently frustrated. Hurriedly I jump from the cart landing on some gravel as I fall helplessly on the ground. Scraping my leg I ignore the pain as I jump up quickly and scramble to my feet.

Without any hesitation I take off running from the train and the burly man as quick as my feet will allow me. When I reach the caboose of the train I run behind it swiftly only to arrive at the edge of a forest.

I hesitate looking at the foreboding forest scared to enter it that is until I hear men screaming out loudly from behind me.

Without having any other damn choice I rush forward into the foreboding forest.

I have been aimlessly walking through the forest for what seems like hours now.

My feet are aching, I think I have fucking blisters on top of blisters from walking so damn much. I'm tired, exhausted, and fucking hungry as hell.

I have no clue about where the hell I'm at and the sun is starting to set making the forest seem even more foreboding than it was before.

I need to find some substantial food and I definitely need to rest but I force myself onward with what little strength I have left heading off to Goddess only knows where.

This is ridiculous.

After a few more hours of walking I suddenly hear faint music coming from the west end of the forest, I trudge my way over to the sound. The crumpling dead leaves on the forest floor and broken branches never dissuade me from my task. I finally come to a clearing through the woods where a bright light is cascading threw the trees up head.

Standing behind a large oak tree I peek around it trying to be as discreet as I possibly can. When I peek around the tree I see a large party of some sort going on before me.

Tons of people are scattered about either dancing, eating, or talking with each other. The loud cumbersome music is casting out through an enormous backyard. There's a buffet table sitting off to the side against a large old Victorian white two story house.

The aroma wafting from the enticing food arouse my tastebuds to almost salivating from the delicious smells.

My stomach grumbles loudly notifying me of my hungry state.

So with resolve in my step I invade the party walking around the people that are happily chatting amongst themselves I edge my way to the table very slowly.

Reaching my destination I almost jump from glee. Eyeing the table of its robust contents I grab a small saucer from up off the table and start filling it up with different food varieties.

With my saucer full I creep over to the side of the big house, standing at the corner I dig into the food ecstatically. The delicious flavors of the succulent lamb in my mouth explode on my tastebuds. I moan out in derisive pleasure enjoying the immaculate taste until someone roughly grabs me by my bicep turning me around to face them abruptly.

The succulent food that was on my saucer and my saucer goes crashing down to the ground I could almost cry seeing all of that food go to such a tragic waste.

Angrily I look up at the rude offender who dared to spill my food so damn effortlessly.

When my eyes suddenly clash with the rude offenders eyes I nearly choke on the lamb.

Before me stands a God. A very handsome and alluring God.

His sexy chiseled body is hosting a ton of beautifully amazing tattoos that would make a woman scream. His dark hazel eyes draw me in like a long lost lover and his aroma is overwhelming divine. A mix of heady musk and spring rain is quickly overloading all of my senses.

I swallow the lamb down with a loud gulp as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand I honestly think I'm actually drooling. Damn! He is one sexy as mother fucker but unfortunately his sexy ass is glaring daggers at me.

Mate!

My wolf, Maya screams inside of my head.

Oh hell no! I don't want or need a damn mate!!!

"Who the hell are you?" Fuuuuck! I think I just creamed in my pants. His gravely voice holds a deep baritone that can make a girl swoon.

"I-I'm....hungry! And you just spilled my damn food all over the ground!" I huff peering back down at my poor demolished food I pout.

"I'm serious. Who the hell are you? I don't remember you being on the list." What list? I have no idea what the hell he's talking about. Oh yea, I crashed his party. Well shit!

"You must have missed it. It's no problem though I'll just be on my way." I anxiously tell him taking a large step around him I begin to walk away.

"Not so fast." Fuck! Just my luck! He wraps his big hand around my wrist halting me.

"Please I was just hungry I didn't mean to cause any problems if you would just let me go I'll leave and won't bother you any more." I try to plead with him but by the look on his face my pleading doesn't faze him a damn bit.

"You're coming with me." What? No! He tugs my arm pulling me forward.

"Please I'll just leave. I was just hungry. Please don't do this." I continue to plead but it falls on deaf ears as he pulls me along through throngs of happy people at the party.

All of which are now staring at me very curiously.

The sexy as hell guy pulls me threw the doors of the big two story house with ease. He yanks me into an open faced living room and kitchen area where another sexy as hell guy is standing by an island talking freely with another sexy as hell man.

What is the water around here?

"Look what I found." The big guy holding my wrist tightly says, pulling me toward him until he has me standing right in front of him facing the two other sexy men.

With both of his hands on my shoulders he lowers his hands then starts rubbing his hands softly up and down my arms. I can feel sparks ignite up within me making me moan out load from the intense sensation of it.

The two other sexy men turn to me

Instantly when the sexy man that's holding me speaks again.

"A trespasser." He says gleefully. I roll my damn eyes at him.

The other two sexy guys walk over to me and this time I do drool. Fuck! Such fine specimen. Both of their bodies are rocking hard. I fucking moan again.

They stop right in front of me, when I raise my eyes to meet theirs all hell breaks loose in the giant room.

"Fucking hell! Mate!" One of them says.

Fuck me!