Two Mates For The Reborn Luna

Ellen furrowed her brows as she walked toward the training area. She truly hated training with the other wolves, as most of them were pure-blooded, and she always felt awkward running in her human form alongside the pure she-wolves.

"Ahhhhh... ah... h..."

The heavy crash of something large hitting the ground snapped her out of her daze, dragging her back to reality.

"What just fell?" she asked, not directing the question to anyone in particular. She turned her head but saw nothing, so she slowly faced forward again and fixed her gaze on the path ahead.

Soon, flames engulfed the entire surroundings, and her breath hitched as she turned sharply behind her and saw that the pack houses were burning.

"Mom! Dad!" she screamed, her voice cracking as she bolted toward her home. Maybe the fire hadn't reached inside yet, maybe her parents were still safe, or perhaps they were even searching for her. All these questions stormed her mind, yet none had answers.

She ran with everything she had until she suddenly halted when she saw two silhouettes standing along the narrow path that led to her house. She couldn't tell if they were men or women, but she was certain they were two in number. Slowly and cautiously, she pressed herself against the wall beside them and crept closer, lowering herself into a squat to catch a glimpse of what they were saying.

To her surprise, the moment she squatted, the two figures split and went in separate directions, as though they had sensed her presence.

Her heart pounded violently, and she was about to stand when she heard the heavy footsteps of running wolves. When she looked at them, they didn't feel like pack warriors to her-they felt like strangers. Dangerous strangers.

She watched them run past and disappear into the distance before slowly rising to her feet again. Fear, unease, and disquiet settled deep within her chest as the anguished wailing of omegas echoed through the air.

She felt that same agony might become hers if she continued heading home, but on second thought, she knew that if she left the pack without knowing whether her parents were alive, she would live forever with guilt, pain, and regret.

"Alpha, I have bad news."

A man's voice cut through the chaos, freezing her in her tracks. She quickly looked around for somewhere to hide and finally spotted a trash can that could conceal her. She slipped behind it and crouched low as she listened.

"What news? Speak," the Alpha said in a sharp, commanding tone that made Ellen shiver.

"I discovered that we don't only have Micheal to deal with. There's someone else," the man replied.

"And who might that be?" the Alpha asked, his voice rising slightly.

"I found out he has a daughter, one he's been hiding from everyone-even his own pack doesn't know about her."

"The girl... where is she?" the Alpha asked, his tone now calm but dangerous.

"I believe she's among the