Chosen By The Moon

Chapter 1

Dylan POV.

CRACK!

“Argh!” A small pain filled cry left my mouth as I ran in front of my brother, just in time to take the lashing that was originally meant for him.

“That boy, just completely disregarded the alpha of your districts pack, step aside.” One of the packs warriors held a long thick whip in his hand while looking at me then glancing behind him to look upon my brother.

“He’s six years old. He didn’t mean to…” I was cut off by another load crack and a stinging sensation hit my cheek, my hand moved up to my face, as I inspected the wound, I looked at the fingers that had gently grazed my now stinging cheek and noticed a line of blood coated them. My face was bleeding.

“Do you wish to make this a public punishment? I can assure you that it will not end well for you if you don’t move aside, human.” I don’t want to take another punishment, I had received my last one almost 2 months ago now, and it took me weeks to heal, my back is already scarred for life.

“He meant no disrespect, he was just playing, please. He’s a child, would you really stoop so low as to…” another crack was heard as his whip slashed down on my arm. I winced before my eyes shot open seeing the lycans fist connect with my Jaw.

life. I felt my little brothers hands on the bottom

yard!” My head snapped up

I was suddenly dragged away by two wolves, I turned back slightly, to see my brothers fleeing form head towards our house in the human district, a smile graced my face knowing my bother was safe, shortly after fear clouded me as I was forced along. Many people

always forced to come out of their homes to watch the public floggings, much to our dismay. Even when it’s not you receiving the punishment, it’s almost just as hard

an audience, my punisher grew his claws, and tore my top to shreds, showing my already scarred back to the crowd. A leather strap was placed in my mouth

back was almost unbearable, and I knew without even looking that blood was pouring out of each cut. 15 was the usual amount given for punishments so

stroke, I flopped over my arms. I was exhausted, in pain and physically drained. I had taken double the amount given in regular punishment, and was unable to comprehend why. The last

crashed to the ground, blood dropping slightly onto the little stage that

shift, their clothes tear and they take the form of a wolf, fur, tails, the whole works.

panting trying to cover my exposed front when I felt a foot

when you forget your place, wolves were made to be the superior species, and you will show us respect at all times. AM I UNDERSTOOD!” A few mumbles of yes were heard before my hair was grabbed and I was thrown off the stage. My naked arms

being next in line. I felt a warm coat being placed over my bloodied back and

did you do?” I was still being held up by the two

never mind anything else. He just looked at me and