the broken warriors daughter by cooper

Talia Grey.

This was bad; this was very bad.

It was so complicated too. Not to mention that it would put Alpha Kael Fang in a tight spot. Alpha Kael was a rigid man, but the Moonfang clan would not deny the fact that he was a good leader. Surely, he would know what to do.

I dashed off as fast as my feet could carry me. Alpha Kael was the only one I trusted to make the best decision at this moment.

I moved so fast my eyes blurred, and my senses were too blunt to recognize the presence of a powerful wolf, but I ran into Luna Selene Fang.

"Why are you in so much of a hurry, Talia?" As usual, Luna Selene's voice was cold. I feared this woman, so my fingers began to shake automatically. My tongue felt numb. "Answer me, slave girl!" She snapped. Luna Selene was a very tall woman; unfortunately, her patience was not directly proportional to her height.

My lips trembled; my intuition told me to be quiet, to lie, to get out of her presence, but fear ruled with a stronger hand. "I found it," I breathed.

For several weeks now, the Alpha had been searching for his amulet. The amulet held so much power, and without it, he was almost raw and exposed. It was a powerful piece that had been passed down through generations of Alphas, too. It kept our village safe; its sacredness was the only reason for our peaceful living. And now, I had found it.

"Where? Where did you find it?" she asked, her eyes glowing with curiosity.

This was the hard part. "Jade's old trunk." My heart slammed against my ribcage as I said the words. This was bad. Because Jade was Luna Selene's first daughter. Luna Selene had only one child with the Alpha, Jared. She had brought Jade into the marriage. Nevertheless, the Alpha was kind enough to treat both children like they were his.

"I do not believe you!" the Luna snapped. "Take me to it!"

I obeyed immediately. Who was I not to? I had been a slave to the Alpha since I was 10, and now I was 19. I remembered nothing of who I was before I got here, but I remembered my first day in this house like it was a book I read yesterday. I discovered only when I was 15 that my previous memories had been erased because I wouldn't stop trying to run away.