A/N- This came to me out of no where. There is no Sonja in this fan-fic. It's not that I don't like her, it's just that she doesn't fit in with my story. Anyway, this is set around Rise of the lycans, same time period ect.

Italics – thoughts.

The night was cold. Bitterly cold. A mortal's breath could be seen as clear as the full moon in the night. But still, in the dead of night, a lone woman in nothing but a thin white dress, made her way through the rural country side of Hungary bare footed. In her grasp was a hidden pair of items, wrapped tidily in a sheet of white cloth. Her hard panting was rash on her throat and lungs, but she urged on, determined to reach her destination on that very night.

The young woman's black velvet like hair was flowing uncontrollably in the wind, but was also wet with sweat. The evidence of her hard labour. Her muscles were sore, screaming for rest, while her light blue eyes were crying for sleep. But she ignored her self-abused body and kept walking through the forest trail. She was heading to the cemetery on top of the country side hill, on the outskirts of an abandoned village town settlement. By the time she reached the resting place, for long dead soldiers of the past wars, it was no doubt nearly midnight. But the light of the full moon gave her enough light to lead her to that which she seeked.

Four stone crosses for grave stones, a-lined perfectly amongst the over grown dew coated grass. She found the grave stones straight away, because they all shared the same surnames. Vadas. Hungarian for 'wild animals'. Which the fallen brothers were known for, along with their sister. Luna. They were the closest of siblings. But when the call of war was sounded, Luna had to stay behind, while her brothers marched off to war…marched off to their deaths. News of their death sent their father into a depression. Soon he committed suicide, and joined his wife and sons in death, leaving Luna all alone in the harsh world. Luna's mother had died soon after having her. That guilt still haunted her. But no more. Finally she was with her beloved brothers… only one thing was left to be done now.

Carefully she settled down onto the wet grass and carefully unwrapped her cherished packaged. With great care she placed her small sized, well framed family portrait against her eldest brother's grave stone. They looked so happy in the portrait. So happy it brought sad tears to her eyes. But she shook her head, forcing her nerves to steady as she reached for the well cleaned pistol. She had rarely handled such a weapon, but she knew vaguely what to do. Point and pull the trigger. So, with a shaky sigh, Luna lifted the pistol in both hands and positioned it at her left temple.

Soon dear brothers, we'll be a family again… She thought sadly, keeping her eyes fixed on the smiling faces of her brothers in the portrait before she finally closed them, exhaling what she thought was going to be her last breath.

Just as her trembling finger hooked around the trigger of the pistol, a slash of pain erupted in her hand, causing her to drop the pistol in pain before the deed could be done.

So close, yet so far…

With teary eyes she looked at her hand, finding a bleeding gash upon the back of her hand. It looked like a wound, caused by a whip. Luna shot her head round, to locate the one so cruel enough to stop her only chance of being with her family again. Her watery blue eyes were firmly set in a glare that would frighten even the most terrifying of beasts. However, the creature that met her glare did not react, as one would normally think.

"I thought I found a stray dog…but it's actually an injured she-wolf…" chuckled a black armoured man, on horse back. He was not alone. Behind him was a small army of armoured shoulders. Beside him on his right was another armoured man, with well oiled black hair, combed back, whose brown eyes were focused fully on Luna. In his hand, was a whip. On the mounted man's left was a more built man, with long yet thin locks of brown hair. He was wearing a strange spiked collar, while his misty blue eyes held sympathy for Luna. The slightly older man on horse back had pale yet dirty blonde hair, with pale blue eyes that burned Luna's very soul.

Lightly he kicked his horse's sides with his heels and approached Luna slowly. Instantly she reacted and pointed the pistol at him in self defense. His armoured men tensed, readying to jump her but their leader gestured for them to halt any attack.

"The poor thing is just frightened…It's only natural for an injured creature to become hostile when approached" the leader stated, with an amused smile settled securely on his face.

Luna felt a twitch in her emotions. She didn't like being mocked, or pitied. She just wanted to be left alone in peace. So she kept the pistol aimed, hoping to scare off her intruders. She slowly swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat and quickly licked her dry lips before stating in the sternest voice she could muster,

"I am not some animal. Nor am I injured. Leave me be, as I have nothing of value to offer you"

Again, the leader chuckled and dismounted from his horse. He took slow, yet wide strides towards before the voice of one of his underlings stopped him.

"Lord Viktor, we should keep moving".

The voice was that of the man that was on Viktor's left side. His face seemed desperate to keep Viktor's attention off the young woman. As if…he was trying to save her. From what? Only he and the rest knew.

"Silence, Lucian! Or I shall have Soren put you back in your place!" Viktor snarled suddenly, glaring over his shoulder. Luna swore she saw Viktor's eyes glow a bright blue for a moment.

Luna figured Soren was the man who was on Viktor's right, because as soon as the threat was uttered, the man gave a stern crack of his whip at the tree nearest Lucian. He didn't flinch or duck and Luna thought he would. Instead he just twitched, and lowered his head, signalling he would no longer speak out…for now.

Viktor gave an approving nod and turned his attention back to Luna. Slowly, he inched even closer, reaching out his hand, asking fro the pistol. But Luna held it firmly and moved backwards, to keep they distance between them safe. That's when Viktor spied the small portrait leaning against the stone cross.

"You are injured, my dear…I can sense it, the emotional pain that festers in your heart." His voice was slow, and almost hypnotic. It instantly made Luna recall just how sleepy and exhausted she really was. She barely heard Viktor's muttered words.

"I can make the pain go away…"

Suddenly he was in front of her, one hand twisting the pistol out of her grasp while his other hand launched straight into her gut, leaving her breathless. She gasped for air, completely stunned by the brutal surprise attack. She doubled over, completely collapsing onto the wet grass. In her already weakened state Luna quickly passed out, and was easily lifted up by Viktor from her would-have-been deathbed. He returned back to his men with Luna in hand. Those who had questioning expressions were quickly dealt with, with a stern glare. They knew better than to question their lord and master…well…most of them anyway.

"Carry her…and be gentle!" Viktor hissed, carefully passing Luna's limp form into Lucian's strong arms. He held her as one would hold a newly wedded bride, with one arm supporting her back while the other was hooked under her legs. Her head back to rest upon Lucian's shoulder. He could feel the soft silk like texture of her locks and was soon engulfed by her scent. She smelt so wild, with a hint of feminine musk. Lucian had to bite his lip to stop him-self from actually purring! He kept him-self silent and carried her as he was made to march along with Viktor and his travelling followers. He had to be refined and obedient. But this reaction did not go un-noticed. Kosta, the over-seer of Lucian's race came up closely beside Lucian

"Be-careful, mongrel, she's Viktor's prize" He hissed, gesturing down at Luna with his eyes. But once his sights landed on her exposed neck he felt his mouth suddenly go dry, while his fangs itched to enlarge.

Lucian saw his reaction and instantly stepped further away from Kosta before muttering a reply, "Perhaps you should be-careful as well, and heed your own warnings"

Both of their attentions were drawn to Viktor him-self who approached them on horse back. He gazed over at Kosta for a moment, who bowed his head lowly in respect before he settled upon Lucian.

"I shall take from here, Lucian." He stated "When we enter the fortress, you may return to your…quarters"

Of course Lucian's 'quarters' was nothing but an isolated cage.

Reluctantly Lucian handed Luna's limp body to Viktor, whom settled her firmly against him before their entered their fortress. Also known as home…

He pitied her. He really did. Viktor had a possessive nature when it came to things he favoured. The last human Viktor brought back to the fortress did not live that long. She made the mistake of running when Viktor had ordered her to stay. Poor girl was killed by Viktor's violent temper. He wondered how long Luna would last…

But something was special about this one. The way she smelt and acted. She was willing to die, to be with her family…with her pack, in Lucian's opinion. Deep in her soul Lucian could see the 'she-wolf' spirit Viktor had joked about. It was there, and was ready to break loose and fight. Perhaps she would live long enough for Viktor to grow tired of her. Then maybe she could escape.

These pondering thoughts of Luna soon became all too much for Lucian. In his isolated cage he began to pace, thinking many 'what if…' situations.

What if Viktor turned her?

What if Viktor killed her?

What if…Viktor gave Luna to him? To breed with…

Lucian gulped the sudden lump in his throat. The thought of mounting Luna's petite body, in the light of full moon, in hopes of creating strong healthy offspring…

Lucian groaned aloud. That was every lycan's dream; to settle down with a good female and have lots of pups. The more Lucian thought about it, to more hopeful he became. If Viktor did grow bored of he perhaps he would give her to Lucian. He was after one of Viktor's favourites. He was a major candidate. But he knew there was possible competition. Like Kosta, Kraven and possibly Soren. He recalled the expression Soren had on his face when he whipped Luna's hand. It was saw too pleased. The small yelp he made no doubt excited him, as he had gotten far to use to the cries and roars of mere lycans.

Lucian suddenly stopped pacing in his cage. All these thoughts of rival males were getting him crazed. His thoughts were getting far too out of hand…Who was he trying to fool? A creature so delicate and beautiful could never be a monster like him… or…could she? If she was 'worthy' of being in Viktor's company, why not his? Maybe Luna was the reason he'd been looking for to finally rebel. Could a actual rebellion...or even a war, start over one mere woman?

...Well, it's happened before...and would no doubt happen again

A/N - Tell me what you think. I will try and update soon