“Everyone get down!” A voice bellowed. Instantly the sound of bodies hitting the ground echoed throughout the village. Grunts of pain echoed from those who resisted. I fell to the ground, gravel embedded itself in my hands and knees. “Stay down!” Another deep voice boomed. I looked over to see one of the men in my pack trying to stand, but the warrior—who was clad in silver armor—pushed him back into the dirt. We were being invaded by the King’s soldiers. Our pack was small, there was only twenty-two of us. We lived in a tiny village in the middle of a forest in Idaho. We had heard rumors of the King’s men infiltrating pack lands, but we never imagined it would happen to us. “Send forward all of your women!” The first voice cried. I …show more content…
I realised that it came from Mike, he wailed as he mate was sent up towards the golden man. I cringed at how heartbroken he sounded, why did they want the woman? “Don’t move,” a voice whispered in my ear. I sucked in a quick breath and looked beside me to see my older sister with her face buried in the dirt. She was the only family I had left. Rayne and I didn’t have parents; they were killed by the Black Luna pack years …show more content…
Suddenly, my sister cried out in pain. I looked over to see that she had been lifted to her feet by her hair. She had cut all her hair off and now it was in a simple pixie cut that matched her face, so there wasn’t much to lift her with. “Didn’t I say I wanted all of the women?” The man hissed at her. My sister glared at the man, not saying a word. He threw her at the feet of another soldier and ordered him to take her to the rest. The man walked over to me and crouched down, “Sit up.” I did as was told; I knew resisting would get me into more trouble. The man growled and I immediately looked up at him, knowing that was what he wanted. He looked at my face and suddenly froze. All of the colour drained from his cheeks and his eyes widened. “Jeremy! Jeremy get me the picture!” he screamed. A tall, lanky soldier ran over with a crumpled piece of paper in his hands. He handed it to the golden man and stepped back. “What is your name?” the golden man asked. “Serena,” I whimpered. The man cracked a smile and raised the crumpled piece of paper up to my face. I didn’t see what he was looking at as I was too afraid to