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The Luna With A Wolf

Hello, my name is Katrina, and my family has to take me to another pack since I don't have a wolf. Whose current alpha murdered his own father to become alpha. My new life began in a foreign place, and despite initial challenges with Nina-who was emotionally invested in the alpha-I eventually triumphed. The alpha's wolf found out one day that I didn't have a wolf despite my best attempts to hide the fact. Instead of treating me with disgust, striking me, or throwing me out, Alpha Antony lavished me with love and care. After a lot of hardship, I made the transformation and became the true Luna with a wolf .
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Chapter 10

"What's the deal, is she truly doing fine? "

I look on as Katrina dashes to the nearest trash can and vomits into it.

Dianna's mother is a strict disciplinarian. She sat and stared at her daughter for what seemed like an eternity before finally telling her to go back to work in the field.

Ella walks up and places a shaky hand on Katrina's arm. One friend is better than none, and I'm lucky to have found an excellent one in Ella. Aside from Tina and her pals, she gets along with everyone else.

Katrina's mother, Dianna, tells her to "get it together," and the young lady nods in agreement before waving her off. After Katrina tells Ella to go, she gives her a sharp shake of the arm.

"Why don't you see any problems?" After I tell Mathew, he leans forward .

"To me, she appeared fine. "He replies.

I stand on the edge of the stairwell for a while to watch Katrina and Tina enter their little square before I begin heading down them. While Katrina starts to stagger from exhaustion, Tina takes a firm stand.

My wolf is giving a low growl while keeping a careful eye and maintaining its distance. I was caught off guard, but Katrina was able to avoid Tina's strike by turning over onto her back as she was being flung to the ground. This allowed Katrina to avoid being hit.

As Katrina moves in for the kill, she kicks Tina in the face with her raised leg, which causes Tina to retreat. Tina's aggravated expression is accentuated by the fact that she is now holding her bloodied nose. When Katrina finally opened her eyes, she was covered in a thick layer of perspiration. Clearly there was a problem, and that was the case.

My wolf snarls, "Wolfsbane," and I give it a whiff. Now I understood why. Insufficient doses, it might be lethal.

Mathew responds, "There's something wrong,"

Before I could take two steps down the stairwell, Tina shifted.

Katrina's Pov

I was on my way to training when I was grabbed and dragged into my mom's private office.

"You scared me to death. " But her expressionless, stony visage was staring at me harshly. "Where have you been?"

"Place of confinement; where else? "

"I went looking for you, and I found out that neither you nor Tina were in custody. "

"At fact, I am in the Alpha's office. "

"This is the day when the wolves go through their training. " My mother said sternly, looking a little worried.

"Okay, I will tell them I am sick," but she shakes her head. Something she pulls out of her pocket gives me the willies; it's been years since I've seen it.

"You have to go, "she says, but "we can make up a tale for why you can't alter your situation if you take one of them. "

"I'm sorry, Mom, but it just can't happen. "

"There's no way around it; we can't risk them finding out until you've shown your usefulness to the pack. "

When I was younger, in order to conceal the fact that I had no wolf from the Alpha, my mother would feed it to me anyway. Then she started feeding them to me in order to accustom me to eating them so that I wouldn't have any problems with them in the future. Until the time when my dad found out about it. He stopped giving it any thought, and I stopped to consume the drug that was the most lethal to werewolves.

"Don't alert your father. "She warns.

I tell her my dad will be able to smell it on me since I know he has done it before.

She opens the black container containing her medication.

She opens it and exposes the white pills to me. She clenches her teeth and lets out a quiet hiss. And now she is counting on me to cram it down my throat.

"No! " She gives me a look of distaste when I tell her.

"But just because you're acting like a spoilt brat won't mean I'm going to throw everything away. "

"And how should I explain? "

"Just say you ate it someplace. "

My hand was taken, and she slipped the tablet into it.

She offered me water and I declined;

"Swallow it now!"

I have a tendency to follow her orders without question. Chewing the tablet is suggested so that it may be dissolved more easily. She failed to see that I was overjoyed at the opportunity getting along with the Alpha. If he learns the truth, there is a significant danger for me.

I go with her outside, stooping as the agony starts to pound me harder. "Mum!" As I scream, I clutch my stomach.

"Kick their ass, just as what I taught you."

"No, Mom, they're wolves."

As she takes my arm and pulls me to the field, the words "Don't let me down" echo in my ears. "Don't let me down." After that, I make a beeline for the trash can that's nearest to me.

My stomach hurt, my blood became heated, and I started sweating heavily.

"What's going on, Katrina?" Ella asked me. There is nothing I can say,all I can do is shake my head my mother yells out my name, immediately followed by Tina's, I experience a significant blurring of my eyesight.

I almost hear my mother's little gasp of astonishment.

My incapacity to even get up is making it difficult for me to keep up with the rest of the group, who all seem to have the strength to sit in the allotted places. Tina doesn't even pause to consider anything before rushing full speed at me. I had to react swiftly in order to avoid being hit in the face by her fist. My efforts to evade her onslaught are fruitless, and I find myself falling backwards. I bring my foot up and land a powerful kick to the face of my opponent. She shook in an erratic manner, but at this point it felt as if I was seeing double.

The world before my eyes is filled with darkness, and I can feel my bones cracking. The mental links I have to my mother. "I'm sorry, Mom, but I feel like such a coward."

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