The Contracted Unloved Luna

CLAIRE

Hope was lost! We have nothing left. The realization left a bitter taste in my mouth as I stared at the ruined aftermath of the recent attack. It almost feels like the Fair-Moon pack was under a curse or something due to the multiple attacks we've faced from rogues in the span of a few weeks.

Goods were stolen, animals were slaughtered and farmland was being burned to the ground right before our eyes. It was depressing, watching people cry as their only means of livelihood was stripped away from them and what's even more depressing about the whole thing was the fact that I couldn't do anything to help them.

Just then, some commotion from outside the pack house got my attention and, fearing the worst, I hurried out of the house to find out what was going on. I stopped once I arrived at the scene, my chest squeezing as people of all ages, both children, women and men fell to their feet, begging my Dad to do something about the current situation.

"Our children are starving, we are too afraid to leave our house due to the fear of not making it back alive. You need to do something Alpha." A woman cried out from the crowd, her face reflecting the weeks of agony and suffering.

I turned away from the scene, blinking back at the unshed tears in my eyes. "Madam Hilda?" I called out to the head of staff and the woman who raised me after my mother passed away. "I trust we still have some extra food in the storage? Please distribute it among the pack, we can't let them starve."

"Claire, I understand you feel compassion for them, but we will starve ourselves if we hand out food like that. I'm sure your father is coming up with a solution as we speak." She replied, making my eyes go wide.

"What? There are children out there starving! I'm sure we can still manage to hand out some until Dad is able to provide a solution. Until then, we will share everything we have," I argued, not believing this was even a topic of discussion to argue about.

"Okay, let's not do anything irrational. Hilda is right, we can't distribute food like that. What are we supposed to survive on?" Dad said, cutting into the conversation.

"I get your point, but what about the children? Imagine as a parent watching your children starve and there's nothing you can do about it. Please Dad, rethink your decision. I'm not saying we should give them everything, but at least..." he cut me off with a wave of his hand as he walked away, a silent but commanding indication that the discussion was over.

I went back to my bedroom to pace around. I couldn't live with myself, knowing there were people out there starving while I did nothing. Apparently, everyone else seems to be fine with it. That night, I waited until everyone went to