HIS LUNA, HIS PRISONER.

RHYNA'S POV

"No, no, let go of me!"

"Fuck you! Leave me alone!"

I screamed and fought as hard as I could, but it was useless. His arm locked around me like iron, and before I could even understand what was happening, he lifted me off the ground and threw me over his shoulder. My stomach slammed painfully against his back as my legs dangled in the air.

I hit him with my fists. I kicked. I scratched. I cursed.

He did not even slow down.

It was like fighting a wall.

They say when two elephants fight, it is the ants that suffer, right?. I never truly understood that saying until now.

No one really knew how the war between my pack, the Moonbeam Claw pack, and the enemy pack started. We were only told that our land was threatened, that our birthright was at stake, that we had to fight.

So we fought.

But I was not a warrior. I was a healer.

I had been moving through the battlefield, helping the injured, cleaning wounds, whispering prayers to the Moon Goddess while chaos burned around me.

The stench of blood and smoke filled my nostrils, and screams of pain pierced my ears like knives. Then the ground shook, and before I could even react, his hand closed around me.

And now I am here.

Captured.

"Let me go!" I shouted again, my voice breaking. "Leave me alone!"

My words disappeared into the forest. No one answered. No one came running.

Why would they?

My clan was the lowest in the pack. The omegas,we were the least, the nobodies. We were replaceable. No one would risk their life searching for me in the enemy territory. The thought burned like fire in my chest. Was this really how it would end?

Alone, helpless, forgotten?

"Shut the fuck up."

His voice was deep, cold, and heavy. It sounded like thunder, sending fear straight into my bones.

I froze.

Then I continued hitting him, even though it clearly did nothing to his strong, unyielding body.

He kept walking, his steps steady and unbothered, as if I weighed nothing at all.

Tears burned my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Crying would not save me. I would not give him the satisfaction.

After what felt like forever, he suddenly stopped at the foot of a tree.

Without warning, he threw me off his shoulder.

I hit the ground hard at the foot of the large tree. Pain exploded through my palms and knees as I gasped for air. I scrambled backward, my heart pounding wildly in my chest, my breaths coming in sharp, uneven bursts.

The forest around us looked strange. I didn't know this place,the air felt heavy, unfamiliar, damp with the scent of earth and pine. This was not Moonbeam land.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my effort to sound strong.

"What do you want from me?" I demanded, forcing myself to stand even though