Origins:

It had always been known how Jessa came to the Blackfang pack. The Beta's wife Jane found her in the clutches of rogues. She didn't bear their scent. She was stolen from another pack.

Jane was good and loving. She couldn't leave the wee babe with the ruthless and murderous rogues. While the warriors were rounding up and killing off the rogues, she herself attacked the female rogue holding the infant. She took her from the rogues arms and disemboweled her. As she ran, she never saw the silver knife coming at her from the rogues mate. She died right there with her body laying over the small infant girl in the last bit of protection she could give her.

Her mate, Beta Julian, howled with anguish and charged the rogue. He ripped him limb from limb and beat the pieces into pulp. As he sunk to the ground in absolute despair, Alpha Mark rolled Jane's body to the side and saw the small infant she died saving.

The infant was strange. Her eyes were a color not seen amongst packs. Her hair was a striking color not quite red, nor brown. Her skin held no dusky tones that would tan into gold, instead it was cream. She distinctly held the smell of wolf, but it was different somehow. He assumed she must've been a halfbreed. Born of a wolf mating a human. He had heard of it happening. More so often amongst rogues, but still it happened.

He was unable to bring himself kill the small thing in her silken pink blanket. He carried her home to his mate to figure out what to do with her.

In her lavish dressing room Luna Kelly sat in her chair having her lady in waiting choose an outfit for todays overseeing of the returning warriors. She was their Luna after all. She MUST stand proudly and tall to see her warriors home from the successful attack and elimination of the rogue pack that had threatened their land and people far too long. Casualties were of course never unexpected, but the news of her sister being slain in such a way, devastated her. But she pushed her pain aside and prepared to welcome her pack home.

Luna Kelly was a tall woman with a beautifully curvy figure. Even heavily pregnant she could look graceful standing perfectly still. She had an aura of power that surrounded her and instantly made a person want to follow her every command. Her caramel hair fell in soft waves around her oval face. Her eyes a deep ocean blue. Her mouth was set in a mournful frown as she was being dressed in a flowing black gown and heels. She was shaking as her maid fastened her pearls at her throat. Trembling as she fixed the simple pearl earrings to her lobes and nearly wept as she adorned her black gloves and veiled hat. She was a Luna. She had obligations…

Her head snapped up as Mark entered her room. She immediately spied the small bundled creature in his arms. Her lips peeled back in a snarl the moment she smelled her sister's blood on the child. How dare he bring the cause of his sister's death into her room? How dare he not destroy the foul thing?

As she shook in rage her water suddenly broke. In a cry of both rage and pain she fell to her knees. Her pain was great and she felt as if she'd break under it.

Mark immediately handed the infant off to the servant and rushed to his wife's side. He carried her to the bed and sent immediately for the pack doctor.

"Kelly, hold on. Please. The doctor is coming! Please, please. Hang on!" He pleaded as her eyes wheeled in pain and her body bore down against the violent contractions.

Kelly fought against the contractions. Her body matching the pain her heart felt. How could she survive this? How could anyone? The pain was too much. Her mind gave out before her body could. Her wolf Onyx took over. She retreated safely into the folds of Onyx's mind as she floated away from the pain.

Mark knowing this was what was needed bowed his head to Onyx as his own wolf Levi communicated what was needed through their mind link. Without care for modesty Mark ripped the dress and stockings away from her body. Tore the panties off her and marveled at the sight of a head crowning from his love's loins. Where the he*l was that doctor?!?! As another wave of a contraction crested instinct took over and Mark prepared to bring his pup into this world. He watched in wonder as her body did what it was designed to do and guided the babies head out. He removed the cord from around the child's neck and lifted it to help guide the first shoulder out. As the doctor burst into the room, Mark triumphantly lifted his son into the room and pressed the newborn to his mate's chest.

"Kelly, Kelly come back now. Come back and meet our son!" He pleaded.

As Onyx looked on lovingly at their pup, she coaxed Kelly back to the surface. "Come now child, you must go care for our babe. He is perfect. Isn't he perfect? You've done great, and you'll be stronger still. You mustn't destroy the other child either. She has purpose. Jane and Sarah could sense it. Can't you feel it? Raise her until her parents find her. I don't like it either, but I feel we must. Find a nurse for her. She'll not have our pups milk. But you must allow her to live. I cannot understand why, but I feel it must be. Come now and wake. Our husband and son want you."

With that Kelly's eyes became her own and she registered first the feeling of the pain her body had endured, and the longing for her babe who was now trying to nurse at the wrong place of her chest. She adjusted his body and head to latch at her breast and within a moment felt the greedy suckling of milk flowing from her. She looked to her mate and though her heart was half broken, she smiled.

"He's so perfect. What shall we name him?"

"How about we name him Lucian?" Mark suggested.

"Lucian… I like that. Welcome to the world my little one. I'm your mama, and this is your papa." She lovingly coo'd at the dark curled head pressed to her breast. He had her eyes she noted. And his fathers hair. She knew he'd grow up handsome and strong just like his father.

She cast a glance towards her dressing room and the wretched thing inside it. She heard what Onyx said but she wanted nothing more than to kill the thing wrapped in a blanket soaked in her sister's blood. Before she could do anything rash she turned to look at Mark.

"Take that thing away! Find an omega with a pup and make her take it. Keep it away from me and mine. I don't want to ever see it before me. If I do I will never accept it! She is now an omega. She'll be raised by them. If she survives she will be a maid or a stable hand. Get her out of my sight!" She growled.

Mark turned and strode back to the room and instructed the maid to bring the child along behind him. He didn't feel hatred towards the infant as his wife did. He could understand that she was innocent. He actually found her quite adorable. So he went and sought out Denta, the daughter of his own nanny. She had a pup just under a year old, surely she would still be nursing. He went to the omega's quarters. He found Denta in her room lulling her pup Amelia to sleep.

Denta immediately stood and bowed to the Alpha. He never came here. Why would he seek her out?

"Alpha! What can I do for you?"

"At ease Denta. I know this is odd, but during the rogue attack, we found this odd pup with them. She can't be older than a few months. She was not one of theirs. We can only assume she was taken and her parents either killed or unable to track her. Would you be willing to take her on? She clearly needs milk. She's very small and weak. She may not even survive. She's adopted into the pack under my instruction, but Luna Kelly will have nothing to do with her. She is the reason Jane is dead." He described.

"Alpha will the Luna not hate me if I were to nurse this pup? Would she not wish me dead for helping or?" Denta nervously peeked up at the Alpha in front of her.

"The Luna has just birthed our pup. She has no interest in the doings of omegas. If you're unwilling I'll find another. But the child is innocent and doesn't deserve death. I thought of it myself but couldn't bring myself to do it. She's quite unique. I've seen no packs with her features before." He replied.

Intrigued Denta moved toward the maid holding the small bundled child. She was indeed curious looking. Her eyes were silver with sage underneath. Her hair was a shocking color. And her skin! It was alabaster. She wasn't human, but she didn't smell like a wolf either. She subconsciously reached for the child and the maid placed her into Denta's arms. She was so incredibly tiny! She couldn't possibly be a wolf.

"Alpha, she's so tiny. She smells like a wolf but with something else too. What is this child? She's beautiful, but she's certainly not like us. Unless her pack were different altogether, she isn't merely a werewolf."

"I believe her to be a mix between a human and werewolf. Our genetics are so closely related it is possible. I've heard of it happening. But not around here. Either her pack was traveling or she was hidden away with her parents. Either way, she's here now. If you do not wish to raise her, I'll have another omega do so. I only sought you first as I know you're kind. I don't want her to be resented or abused if I have to demand another female to take her on."

"I will take her!" Denta said a little too quickly. It was evident she was falling for the little creature. A beautiful baby girl of unknown origins.

"Very well. As you're now nursing two, I'll see that your rations are doubled and your pay tripled. I'll also have necessities sent to you. A crib and clothing for the child. She is to be trained as an omega and she is not to be seen by the Luna." As he said this he turned on his heels and returned to his mates side to be with her and his new son.

Denta raised the child as her own. She guided her through all the milestones no one thought she'd see. No one thought this tiny girl would survive a week, let alone until she was 12.

Denta loved her girls more than she could ever say. She couldn't bring herself to tell them she was ill. She knew she wouldn't make it to their birthdays. No one knew Jessa's real age. She made her best guess that she was a little over a month old when she came to her. She made the decision that her birthday was June second. Amelia had turned 13 months before in December of last year and now it was May. She wept in her room as the girls were preparing dinner in the kitchen. Hanny the packs most fierce female warrior had already taken over the kitchen training as Denta had become too weak to continue. She knew it was nearly time. Her wolf Maxine had already grown weak enough she could no longer shift. A day or two at most the doctor had told her. She knew she'd be leaving her girls. Her only source of comfort was knowing they were strong and capable and would make it.

Denta died later that night. She went easy in her sleep as she slept next to her daughters. She was buried in the omega's cemetery at the edge of the settlement. It was Jessa's first real encounter with Luna Kelly.

After Alpha Mark left the ceremony, she watched the young girl with a burning hatred. How should she deserve the right to stand there breathing while her own sister lay dead? Why should she be allowed to grieve for the woman who nursed her and ensured she survive the odds? She didn't belong. No one wanted her! She was a cancer on their perfect pack.

Before she realized it she had already approached the girl. She never really bothered to learn her name. She didn't even care to now. She raised her arm and slapped the girl across the face. She was poised to do so again when the omega girl named Amelia stepped forward.

"Luna," the girl bowed "why have you struck my sister? If she's done something wrong, please, tell me. I'll correct her!"

"You dare to question me? You worthless mutt? What if I just wanted to hit her? I am your Luna and I can do with you, either of you, as I wish!" Kelly spat out with rage. "Hanny! Bring me the whip!" She snarled.

Hanny stepped forward with the whip the Luna had made for the brat that has caused her sister her life. She handled it with gloves as it was very strong with wolves bane. She handed it off to the Luna's gloved hands and stepped back.

Kelly took her time letting the fear on the girls faces entertain her. She was truly like the cat that had the mice by the tails. It empowered her. It made her feel like she was a God lording over the wicked.

She had always been on the mean side. She was competitive and always made sure she was the best in anything. But since the day she lost her sister, things really changed. She became colder than ice. Her only cares were for her mate and son. She could certainly still act as if she cared. But over the last couple of years as it became clear the Moon Goddess wasn't going to bless her with her secret wish of a daughter of her own, madness had come to her mind. Surely no one would care if she were to take a bit of it out on a few worthless omegas? Only she and Hanny knew what happened that day. Beyond of course the two girls left bleeding and crying.

She had such a sick rush of enjoyment each time the whip cracked and split their skin. Made better by the fact she did so over the grave of the woman who had protected the child she hated so much from her wrath. She turned to the crying trembling girls and sneered….

"Did you never really question the closeness in your ages? Do you really think yourselves sisters? Think on it. She," the Luna sneered as she pointed to Jessa "she isn't of us. She is just a pathetic nobody found amongst a pack of rogues in the woods. I assume her own mother was either too weak to properly protect her and died herself, or simply didn't want her. She. Is. Nothing!" With that Luna Kelly turned on her heel and left the girls there bleeding and weeping over their mothers grave.

Over the years Luna Kelly would seek out Jessa and subject her to beatings and torture. Her small body was riddled with scars. Burns and whippings, cuts and broken bones. She had been put through a lot of things. But she grew strong. She learned to bear the hits and tortures in silence. It bothered the Luna when she didn't get the reaction she wanted but she also knew no matter what she did, the brat wouldn't cry out. Wouldn't beg her forgiveness and mercy. So she created the post. A way to shame and humiliate the pride out of the awful thing. She was biding her time until she came of age to begin the next type of torture.

Even as Luna she couldn't break that unforgivable rule. But June 2nd she would make it all happen! She just had to hold on until June.

When June rolled around her plans were again waylaid by this brat! She was actually the intended mate to the future beta. And when she was rejected, she felt nothing! In fact she caused HIM pain! She would be taught a very important lesson today. She would break this nobody mutt today!