The Broken Luna's Sweet Revenge

CHARLES   Blood. Blood was everywhere, my hands, my clothes, my mouth. I could feel it, but I don’t know why I was standing there with… blood? The stench of the crimson pools made me dizzy. When I looked down, my old friend Frank was lying on the floor beneath me, and his Luna Margret was a few steps away. They were dead. Frank's throat had been torn out, arms splayed wide. Margret looked as if she'd turned to run, hand still reaching for the staircase, her shoulder a bloody mess.  It was clear they'd been attacked by a wolf. I stared at them, uncomprehending, a headache pierced my temples.  Who attacked and killed them? What had happened?  My mind was still frighteningly blank. I shook my head, trying to gain clarity, but failed to remember.  Me…? Hell no, It couldn’t be me, and I would never kill them, never ever.   Something glisten

CHARLES I woke up from the nightmare again, my head covered in sweat, my sheets twisted around my legs. I looked at the clock, it was now three o'clock in the morning. I closed my eyes again but all I could see was the pool of red blood. Kathleen’s parents were lying there, and Kathleen's horrified face. The same images that appeared in my dreams over and over again, uninterrupted, for four years. Despite my efforts I still couldn't remember what had happened that day. I'd tried to find Kathleen, but she had disappeared from the face of the earth it seemed. I also tried to talk to my inner wolf, but as time went on, my wolf became quiet until he no longer spoke to me at all, I could still feel him though, and he grew weaker and weaker. I couldn't sleep, so I simply got up and walked towards my study. The papers were still on my desk, and I glanced at them, this was what our company so desperately needed. I had to win this project. I would, too, because all my potential rivals had

KATHLEEN"Why did you kill my parents four years ago? " He frowned, trying, but couldn't say anything. There was a long silence.Waiting for time, I feel like it was all a joke, I was the joke.I was a fool to think that he would explain. I should have known I couldn't believe him. I’d seen him with the bodies."I'm sorry..." Charles lowered his head, not daring to look directly at me."Sorry? You killed my parents, destroyed my pack, and all you have to say is sorry? What for? Why did you lie to me? Why were you so cruel, you made sure there wasn’t even a safe place for me. I was hunted, Charles!" The apology was the last straw, I couldn't control my emotions anymore."Hunted? Kathleen, calm down, what-""It's over, Charles, I swear I'll make you pay for what you've done." I didn't give him any chance to explain, and I couldn't listen to anything he said anymore. I leapt from the bed.Charles tried to approach me and I instinctively took two steps back. In that moment, I didn't wa

KATHLEEN The first morning of the research project dawned with a slow drizzle of rain. The pain of the mate rejection had faded into a deep, bruised feeling that I pushed down into the pit of my being with the rest of my emotions. Nerves danced in my stomach as I prepared myself for the day. I had worked for months on my proposal to win the partnership, but that was only the beginning. Now was when the real work began, and I could only pray I was ready enough. I'd stayed awake nearly all night going through my data and the work of my own lab at Med-Research Inc. for the last two years. Unfortunately, this morning I had to present it to all the team members. And while I was confident in my work, my place was the lab, not some boardroom. That was where I shone. I spent careful time choosing my attire. I owned a few business suits, but today I chose a professional looking blouse and skirt instead, pulling my silver hair into a tight bun at the nape of my neck. The drive to the profess

KATHLEENI began my mission with a thorough read of the VNR - spectrometer specs as well as its supposed success thus far. I poured over every study, looking for signs of suitability. My only hope to have first crack at the machine was my willingness to take it before it had passed the final rounds of testing involved in the marketing, once that had happened I was certain even the resources of Med-Research Inc and the other collaborative entities in the research project combined would never afford one.The data looked good, and I was certain the machine would be more than suitable for our purposes, even in its current state of development. The next challenge was to convince the inventors to let me beta run the machine in a medical laboratory setting.Natalie had found a small chink in the spectrometer's production armor. One of the lead engineers had a wife that had undergone treatment in a facility run by Med-Research incorporated. It had been a success, but even though the treatmen