It was the day I would finally get my freedom. Freedom from the shitty supernatural world that treated anyone without a wolf like slaves. As a wolfless I didn't have any rights.
"You are late, Lumin," the head of our group scolded me when I took my place with the group to either surrender or make a run for it. In the next hour, the blood moon that appeared only once a year will paint the sky red. The Lycans' senses were heightened when the blood moon appeared. If you asked me, it is an unfair advantage. The wolfless are already at a disadvantage, you know. Do they care?
The world I founded myself in consists of four parts.
The trainees. Those without wolves but born in the Lycan Werewolf world. Anyone who turns sixteen and has not shifted to prove that they have a wolf gets sent to the the Wolfless Area. I lived and survived among the ruins of an abandoned city. As a wolfless you get scrapes from the Lycan world, and in return, they get to hunt you down once a year and make you their pack slave if caught. As a wolfless you don't have much of a choice. Wolfless are trapped until they get caught or turned twenty-five. There is also another way to get out, in that is if you do end up having a wolf but was a late bloomer. It happened sometimes. Only sometimes. While the wolfless waits to get hunted down and made slaves they, get trained. Trained to serve and worship the Lycans.
The Lycan Area. Also known as Lycan territory. They think very little of anyone who does not have a wolf and is not a Lycan. They accept hybrids, though, and eagerly turn their own into hybrids.
Every other Supernatural Area. Also known as Vampire Territory. I don't know much about them, but I do know that when they outcast a vampire, they send them into Lycan Territory. What do the Lycans do with them? Use them to turn Lycans into Hybrids. It never ends well for the Vampire.
The final Area belongs to humans. Humans that does not know about the other three areas, but I planned to join them. You see, when a wolfless survive without being captured until their 25th birthday, they are free to choose a pack to be a slave to or go to the human area. No one has ever made it to their 25th birthday. You might wonder why twenty-five? It is believed that by twenty five you have reached full puberty, and if you have not shifted into your wolf form, you most likely did not get the gene.
The loud beating of a drum send us running for our lives. We got a head start. I quickly took off my leather jacket and threw it to my twin sister, Nebra. I don't know who named us and why they chose to name us Light and Dark. We both have brown hair, brown eyes, and Caucasian skin. We grew up in a children's home. We were found on the border of the human area and Lycan territory. Lycans didn't want to take any chances by leaving us in the human world until they were sure, so instead, we grew up in an orphanage. By the age of sixteen, neither one of us shifted into our wolf forms, so like all other wolfless sixteen-year-olds old we got send to the Wolfless area. We both managed to survive up to now. That day, we would be set free. If we did exactly what we've been doing for the past eight blood moons, we would be just fine.
Nebra lost her footing as she grabbed my jacket, and I watched her fall hard. "Go!" she shouted at me, not to stop running. Not to help her. I should have helped her. Females have no chance by themselves, and rumours have been making the rounds that every Alpha from the Lycan Territory will be hunting for her tonight. But she's always been the bossy one, and if she told me to run, I ran.
I enter the first building as I always do. For some reason, the Alphas always skipped the first buildings, believing we won't hide in them, we won't make it easy for them. It's been working eight times, so why would it not work for a ninth?
Seconds stretched into minutes. Nebra was taking too long. She should have been by my side already. She, wearing my jacket, threw her female scent off. I sneaked out of the building. I looked up at the blood moon. The sky was a crimson red that has turned the earth into red where ever it touched. I didn't see Nebra anywhere. I turned to go back into the building as the second dong already sounded, meaning the Alpha's have entered the Wolfless Area. I've never seen so many Alphas in the Wolfless area. The rumours must have been true. They were there for Nebra.
As I turned to enter the building, my eyes met a few wolves' eyes. They had a smaller build than the usual Lycans that hunted us. Did they add real wolves to the mix? I made a dash for the exit again, and the wolves pursued me. I will be damned if I got caught. I ran as fast as I could, not looking back, but of course, a wolfless can't outrun a Lycan. Especially not one with Alpha blood. They are faster, stronger, especially on a blood moon.
The force from the wolf jumping me from behind knocked the wind out of me. A crashed to the ground with the wolf still on top of me. Definitely a Lycan. A female. That was a first. I grabbed her by her throat, keeping her snapping teeth away from me. If she bites me, I will belong to her for the rest of my life to serve her in any way she sees fit.
She shifted into her human form on top of me.
Something was wrong. One moment she was snapping her teeth at me, and the next she looked all confused.
"What the hell?" her words came. Her eyes were fixated on me. Confused.
I used the moment to throw her off me and made a run for it again.
"A wolfless as my fated mate?" I heard her talk quietly in shock to herself before she shifted into her wolf form again. She was fast. Real fast.
Did I hear her correctly? Did she just say I am her fated mate? Well, sucks to be her.
I looked around, even though I knew you should never look back while on the run. I somehow managed to lose her. Instead of going into a building, I went around it. Better to stay outside of the buildings, as it appeared the female lycans got us figured out.
"Ah!" I scream out in pain. She got me. Her teeth sank into my shoulder. I felt my collarbone break under her teeth.
"Let go!" I cried out in pain. "The job is done." I've never felt pain like that before. Why the hell was she not letting go?
I laid still. In pain. Waiting for her to let go of me.
After the longest moment, she lets go of me. She shifted into her human form before she got off me.
"Sorry," she professed, and reached out a hand to me. I looked past her hand. My eyes were on her naked body. I've seen plenty of naked women in the Wolfless Area. The woman there wanted to lose their virginity as soon as possible, not willing to give themselves to some asshole Lycan.
"F*ck," I touched the tender wound where she bit me, the pain distracting me from her gorgeous body. Her perfect body. Her long ash blond hair did not cover much. She seemed savage. No shame in flaunting her body.
"Give me your shirt," she demanded of me.
"What?" I responded, confused as I got to my feet without accepting her help.
"Your shirt," she demanded again. "I can't walk around naked," she declared before grabbing the hem of my shirt to undress me herself.
"Back off," I said, slapping her hands away. Big mistake.
She grabbed me around my neck with force. "I fcking own you, and if I tell you to give me your f*cking shirt you give it!"
It looked like torture for her to talk to me in such a manner. Must be the fated mate thing. I grinned as the thought came to my mind. I slipped my shirt off and handed it to her in a teasing way.
She rolled those beautiful blue eyes at me and violently pulled my shirt over her head. Her frame was small against mine. My shirt was so big it reached just under her rear end. Her perfect rear end. Most definitely not going to mind tapping that for the rest of my life.
"Watch your thoughts, assh*le," she gave me a stern warning.
"You can hear my thoughts?" I asked her, walking a step behind her.
She abruptly turned around and faced me. She had to look up at me, but she was still fierce. "Not a word to anyone. You understand me?"
"Yes, ma'am," I responded sarcastically, knowing officially being a slave meant my owner could end my life if they wished to do so.
Will she end my life since I am her fated mate? I wonder. I hope not.
"Yes, I will if anyone finds out," she responds to my thoughts. The look on her face told me she was dead serious.