A Runt Luna novel Chapter 6

"I know you're new, so let me warn you. Watch the company you keep. Don't lower your rank, just because you pity the runt." Angel warned.

"It's not out of pity. It's because a pack is a family. You should include and help all, no matter what rank another is." Georgia snapped.

"That's funny, last I heard you ran from your pack. Your family - so I don't think you really know what a pack is. You're a coward and you obviously lack loyalty. You will not last long here." Angel promised.

Even though it wasn't the truth, she did not run from her pack but Aurora could tell it struck a nerve with Georgia. No wolf liked to be called a coward or have their loyalty questioned. Angel basically was calling her a lone wolf; a rogue. It went against their instincts to be apart of pack, to be a loyal and valued member of a pack. Only few were fit to be a rogue.

Aurora knew what was going to happen, but before she could stop it; she had to watch in horror as Georgia threw the last of the chocolate pudding towards Angel, covering her front. Her anger seemed to die as soon as she realized what she had done and she paled.

Angel screeched, "You bitch, this was a new top." Her minions yelled in disgust, and soon the loud and thundering steps of the Alpha were heard.

"What the hell is going on in here?" He demanded, his voice cold.

"Look what she did to me, boo. She ruined my top." She cried against the Alpha's chest. Wrapping his arms around her, he glared at the two girls. Aurora could practically feel herself shrink against his gaze. He was murderous.

"Want to explain yourself?" Darren asked looking between the two.

"It was me, Alpha. I'm sorry." Aurora spoke up taking the blame. She wasn't going to let Georgia be beaten. It wasn't likely that she had ever been punished let alone been beat before, and Aurora wasn't going to let Darren's darkness taint her.

"NO!" Georgia gasped, looking at her. "That's not true." She tried to explain.

9 Days.

It had been nine days since her brother was supposed to come and fix this pack. It had been 5 days since Georgia had watched as Aurora had been dragged to the basement. She had quickly learned that Aurora was not dead, because it seemed like screaming started again after it had just stopped.

The thought brought her breakfast back up, and Georgia had barely been able to make it to the toilet. She couldn't remember the last meal that she kept down, or the last night she had fully slept. Guilt kept her up at night, there wasn't a day that went by that Georgia regretted allowing Aurora to take the blame. She had been touched that she had felt the need to stick up for her, and knew what she was trying to do; she was trying to be a friend. Georgia flushed the toilet, sitting on her haunches. As soon as Aurora was released she was going to make it up to her. She didn't know how to make it up to her, but she would find away.

Georgia was in the kitchen when she heard the basement door open. Glancing over to the door she was shocked to see that it was Darren pulling Aurora behind him.

"Get clean and stay out of my sight." He demanded pushing her away from him, causing her to hit the wall. She was weak, but he didn't spare her another glance before making his way down the hall.