My Luna's Revenge (Blinded by Fury')

Viona POV

I opened my eyes, under the harsh light of what seemed to be a laboratory room, I was tied to a stretcher but hands and feet.

My mouth was sealed with tape as I could only make humming noises. I tried to wiggle out but it seemed impossible.

After about two hours, according to the clock on the wall. The young man walked in with surgery tools, as the pain from the kidney donation resurfacing in my mind, I tried shouting unsurprisingly in my situation came like a loud and panicked humming. Surprised to see me awake or rather alive…He rushed out quickly.

After few minutes he returned with another young man who seemed to be much older than himself in a lab coat, with had red paint on it, ‘I know it's blood but my mind refuses to go that far’, “I have to think innocently” I repeat this in my head like a mantra trying to convince myself it's not what it looks like.

The man smiled at me which was charming and creepy at the same time. Soon after, he excused his apprentice and roughly pulled out the tape that covered my mouth.

I hissed in pain and his reaction quickly showed that he was used to it. My first thought began in my head, wondering if he was some kind of mad scientist.

“What am I doing here?”

I tried to keep my tone calm and cold but panicked when he reached for a scalper I ceased my breath to control my emotions.

“Wrong question” His answer left me puzzled, especially as he played with the scalpel in his hand.

“Do you know who I am?” I tried threatening him like Nicolas does when offended.

“Wrong question” He answered once again leaving me speechless.

“How did I get here?”

“Good Question” I was stunned by his answer as I was beginning to wonder if he was mentally unstable despite me being tied to a stretcher in a lab like a psychopath.

“Our agent took pity on you and brought you here, you were bleeding”

“Oh” I hummed, beginning to realize how the wounds on my body had been treated and were not peeling off.

“Then why did you tie me up…?”

“Good question”

“Even in your sleep you keep itching the wounds, and at that stage, it gets infected leading to your current state”. After his explanation, I felt guilty for judging him, it turns out he was a doctor after all.

“Thank you for saving me” At this point, I could only give him my words of gratitude.

Due to the cruel policy of absolute secrecy in this place, I could either be killed and used as a donor or join the Organization as a low level agent.

My choice was obvious, why would I risk my life to live on only to die again?

Two week later

It was a sunny afternoon, I was in my office doing my research and mapping out strategies on how this organization could control the rogue werewolves that are running wild.

It came to my knowledge that my uncle, Mark, was making plans to take control of the whole pack, overthrowing the current Alpha.

He was making allies with the rogue werewolves from within the country and other foreign countries. I felt rage inside me, why was my uncle being so wicked and vile? We never had issues when my dad was alive. The way he suddenly changed after my fathers death marvelled me, his sudden hunger and thirst for power.

Sometimes it made me wonder if he had a hand in my fathers death. I did think about it but there was nothing that could tie him to it, it was just an unlucky incident. By the way, he and my father were twins. I could see his devastation after losing his twin, which was evident even in his wolf.

The last thing I want is for my mother and brother to be implicated by his greed. I know I can easily use the organization's power to threaten him, but I can't do that without the backing of the founder.

A cruel and grumpy 332 year old wolf who looks like he has one leg stepped in the grave but refused to die.

“Oh”. I breathed, isn't this great? The Levites Pack was the strongest, only second to the Royal pack, closest to the moon goddess herself; each first born female every thirteen years would rule with the next alpha of the Royal pack.

My dad has always thought me to be on the offense but I have decided to be on both sides. strong enough to fight and win, also strong enough to defend when attacked. I came across a letter sent to my dad. It was sent in about 2 weeks before his death.

The content of the letter still remains hidden as it could cause the annihilation of my entire pack by of course my dad had no hand in such devious schemes.

A knock resounded on my door, before I could give the person permission to come in, the door was literally smashed open, leaving pieces of wood everywhere.

“Good Afternoon” I greeted her, bowing my head in reverence. Apart from the doctor she was far the youngest person in the organization which is really admirable considering her high ranking in the organization.

“Welcome Miss Anaya” There was no response as I slowly raised my head. “What was so urgent that miss had to come so quickly?” I asked innocently, only to be met with a painful slap that made my skin sting.

I knew better than to ask what I did wrong as she was personally rude towards me for some unknown reason.

“Did I ask you to raise your head?” Her voice was cold as usual, denying me any room to complain. Her bullying was something I could not get used to no matter how many times it happened.

Only to report to the grumpy founder and have him lecture me on the rules and regulations of the organization. The rule that stood out the most was rule number 1, 34 110 and 232, any exception was instant death

Rule No 1: Once in the premises organization, no non member is allowed to leave alive.

Rule No 34: Never say no to your superior or anyone higher ranking than you.

Rule No 110: Members must cease contacts with the outside world except on missions.

Rule No 232: No member is allowed to quit, only through retirement could they leave and complete a total of 200-350 missions. And once retired for 48 hours they would have no relation to the Organization and any non-members around the premises must be killed instantly.

I felt confused, Turning to the old man, I jokingly referred to the time I was brought into the Organization unconscious, but he replied seriously

“The person who brought you here was retired for 49 hours then shot on site whereas you were supposed to be a donor but strangely you were already missing a kidney and your womb then suddenly you woke up” I was shocked beyond words that was a secret even Nicolas didn't know about.

“I saw your determination to live and then invited you to work for us”

“What if I had refused?” That question slipped my tongue and the old man stared at me weirdly, his gaze shifting from the rules to my face, which I understood plainly, I simply would be dead.

The old man offered to train me personally to which I had to agree unwillingly else rule No 34 would be applied.

Three years later

Who would guess that such an old man was an assassin, a sniper to be exact. At the same time it was impossible to deny he was a great teacher, just a few months I was already a killing machine.

It took a few days for me to understand, sniper's were killers, they kill for fun, for money and for any petite grudges.

In my first 7 months as a full time assassin, I was sniped at least three to five times a day, but escaped unharmed, of course as per the rules of the organization, I only took revenge on those of lower ranking.

Sniping was the hardest job as it required an undying amount of patience and accuracy, hence there were less snipers than other jobs at the same time. If done correctly, it shot anyone up the rank in just years which was an obvious cheat in the organization.

As time went by I had the opportunity to destroy most of my uncle's alliance, Thanks to the organization I had the backing to destroy companies that were in my uncle's alliance, and with time most of them fell away.

All this is done by me in the shadows, no one knows my name or how I look as applied to rule No 110.

Six hours later

After killing a thug that was causing trouble at an orphanage, which I did out of pleasure, I returned to the organization, only to be called by the chief.

On arrival, he seemed in a good mood, which for some reason I had a feeling was going to put me in a bad mood.

He looked at me and gave a creepy smile which assured me, my next mission isn't something I would like.

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