Found but Broken Luna

*Skye* This has got to be the worst date of my life. My boyfriend of two years took me to the restaurant that I work at, he smells like italian sausage, he’s not as cute as he was online, and he eats like a pig. Not to mention, he won't stop talking about himself. He’s not very tall at 5’ 9” with blonde hair slicked back with an insane amount of gel, brown eyes, and a very average build. He’s also wearing a black t-shirt, black skinny jeans with black tennis shoes. And to top it off, apparently he owns a club just down the street now. I didn’t bother to learn the name of it because I’m not as interested as he thinks I am. I’m just sitting in front of him eating my mahi mahi with parmesan asparagus and rosemary potatoes when he slammed his hand down on the table and started to laugh. “And then he was slammed face first into the bar and passed out instantly!” He laughed a big belly laugh that I was sure was going to get the attention of everyone around us but luckily it was just me. “That was a great story,” I lie, pretending I heard the whole thing. “Yea, a lot of crazy things happen at my club. You should come by, love. I tend to be there Thursday to Monday nights from 7pm until 5am,” He says to me with a wink. I have to hold back a little gag because it absolutely had to be the most unattractive wink I’ve seen in my life, and I’ve had a lot of people wink at me. “I’ll have to see when I’m off next.” I say this with a smile, hoping he would finish his food so that we could go home and escape this scene. Luckily for me, he just nods his head and takes the last few bites of his steak and waives the waiter over for the check. She was my work best friend and has been my only source of comfort during this otherwise disaster of a date. After he pays we get up and walk back to his car, a white 1990 mustang fastback, the only part of the date that wasn't a disaster. He tries to make small talk but I just rolled down the window and leaned my hand out, enjoying the night air whipping across my hand and into my hair. I also like looking at all the city lights of Chicago. As we stop at a red light I’m met with a matte black ferrari portofino pulling next to us on my side, with the most gorgeous man I have ever laid eyes on driving. I can’t take my eyes off of him as we sit through the light. Some wind comes from behind me and blows in his direction. I see him take a deep breath and then look over at me. The moment our eyes met I felt my heart and body melt. His eyes were a dark hazel, probably because of the time of day, his almost black hair was pulled back into a man bun, his muscular arms were covered in tattoos and his face was strong and symmetrical. I could see him clench his jaw as he looked at me and I melted a little bit more. He then let out a small smile and winked at me, which was way more effective than the lowlife sitting next to me. I blushed a little bit and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. He leaned forward a bit and the moment he saw the man I was with driving, his smile was gone and it looked as though he let out a growl? I could see him arguing with another guy in the car, about what I don’t know but he turns back to me and smiles again and waves. I smile back and wave at him as well when I hear Tom from the drivers side, “Who are you waving at, love?” His voice is laced with jealousy. I immediately change my expression in the window from genuinely happy to sad and then back to fake happy. “Just some little kids.” He leans over to see the large, very attractive men next to me, reaches his hand over, and grips my thigh rather tight before settling back. He kept grabbing tighter and through gritted teeth he says, “Those are not children. I will have to punish you for lying to me and for flirting with another man. I hope you’re prepared.” I look back down with sadness clear as day on my face and back over to the guys next to us. His reaction to my face changed with worry and concern. I let a tear run down my cheek and he seemed to have let out another growl. I mouth the words “I’m sorry,” for reasons unknown to me. Sadness fills his eyes and then it’s switched with determination. For what, I don’t know. All I know is I’m going to wish I were dead tonight. *River* My beta, Hunter, and I were at this new club in town, Club 2100. The music was okay, the girls were okay, the alcohol was okay, overall just okay. We got there around 7pm and left around 9pm after one round of beers and a little bit of dancing. When we got to my ferrari portofino we got a couple googly eyes from some chicks inside the club. None of them were pretty and none of them were werewolves. I can’t be sleeping around, especially with a human, I need to be looking for my Luna. I’m 28, and an Alpha, and I haven’t the slightest idea who it could be. It’s not any of the she-wolves in my pack and none in any of the neighboring packs. I’ve begun to give up hope. I’ve done a little sleeping around within the pack but I stopped when I turned 23. The drinking and s*x wasn’t as fun anymore. As I’m driving us through the city we come to a red light next to a 1990 mustang fastback. It’s a beautiful car and I take a moment to admire it when a breeze hits me with the beautiful scent of clean linen and an ocean breeze. I take a deep breath in and look into the passenger seat of the car and see the most beautiful women I have ever seen in my life. I don't know how tall she is but she looks rather tiny, she has bright blue eyes and light brown hair. dimples in her cheeks and freckles across her nose. Her skin is fair and her features are dainty. I give her a smile and a wink and she blushed the most adorable way possible. I leaned forward to see who was driving because it was obviously not her. When I saw the man next to her I couldn’t help but growl. She looked a little confused but I didn’t care. Hunter smacks my arm, snapping me out of my trance. “Dude you can’t growl like that in front of humans!” “I know man but I’m pretty sure the girl in the next car over is my mate. And she’s with a guy.” I snap back at him with hope and sadness in my voice. “Brother, if she’s your mate then we’ll just follow her. We’ll get to her but growling in public is not the way to go. Plus, I think she’s human.” Hunter said sympathetically. “I don't care what she is, she’s my mate, and I need her.” I look back over at her and give her a smile and a wave. She does the same back only to be met with the man next to her talking. I use my wolf hearing to listen in. “Who are you waving at, love?” I can hear the jealousy in his words. “Just some little kids.” she says back to him with a saddened expression. He leans over her to see me there and not some kids. I try to keep my eyes off of them so as to not draw too much attention. I can hear him reach his hand over and grips her thigh rather tight before settling back into his seat. I hear his grip getting tighter and through gritted teeth he says, “Those are not children. I will have to punish you for lying to me and for flirting with another man. I hope you’re prepared.” Did you hear that? I ask Hunter through our mind link. I did. And I don’t like it one bit. he replies, just as worried as me. Let’s go get our Luna. I tell him. She looks back over to us with the saddest face, one that she should never have to bear. I shift my face to let her know that I’m worried about her and that I care. As a tear starts to roll down her cheek, I let out another growl, not caring who hears. She mouths the words “I’m sorry” and I am now very determined to know what’s going on. I grip the wheel as the light turns green and we drive off, following closely behind them but not too close to be caught. Hunter looks at me like I'm crazy. “So what’s the plan?” “We’re going to follow them. And we’ll sit outside until she needs me. From what I heard, he’s not going to let her have a peaceful night, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to do something to stop him if he lays a hand on her.” My voice is more determined than ever and my eyes are laser focused on their car so I dont lose them. “Sounds like a plan, boss. We’ll park a couple houses down but close enough for us to hear them just in case. We don’t know who this guy is or what he’s capable of. We won’t leave here without our Luna.” He places a hand on my shoulder to comfort me. My Luna, that I’ve been searching for since I turned 18 and took over The Red Moon Pack, is just within my grasp and I’ll be damned if he gets to keep her much longer. Goddess only knows what he’s done before tonight to her. I only hope that I can make it inside before the worst of it. I would never be able to forgive myself if I let him hurt her in more ways than one. The Moon Goddess brought me here to find her and I’m not letting her go now.