❛❜Why him and not her?❛❜
❛❜She told me being a monster isn't a bad thing, but he convinced me I could be good.❛❜
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- in which, an old family secret thought buried
gets threatened to be exposed,
but then a girl who lost her memories is...
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"One, two, three, and... you're dead."
Luna groaned as her father ended the timer. It was early in the morning, probably six, and he had her running in the woods since five. The sunlight barely peeked through the thick trees, the moon still visible to the father and daughter. If it had been up to Luna, she would have slept for another hour until she had to go to lacrosse practice, but ever since Marco learned of the new werewolves in town, he wanted to get back into their old routine. That meant up at five to jog, then train for an hour or two.
A heavy breath left the girl's mouth, who, despite having supernatural stamina, was exhausted from all the running. Marco waved her off, bending down to grab Luna's daggers and his blade. Luna quickly ducked as Marco threw the daggers at her. She looked up at him with wide eyes.
"Dad! A little warning next time," she exclaimed, wiping the sweat off her forehead. "Listen, I know you like to torture me, but even Downworlders reach their limits at some point. Please, let me go back to bed before school starts."
Marco shut her up with one look. "Luna, Valentine is out there, as are many threats to you and our family. You have to be ready for any situation. Also, you've gotten slow."
Luna glared at him, standing up straight. Now she was convinced her father had turned into a crazy man. Taking out her daggers from the tree they landed in, she twirled them in her hands before positioning her feet. She was not slow, and if Marco needed proof of that, she would prove it a thousand times again.
Upon seeing Luna get ready to fight, Marco smirked. He knew how to motivate her, even if it wasn't the right way. But the more they trained, the less worried he would be about her. Ever since they came back to Beacon Hills, the man was on the edge. He hated how much danger his whole family was in simply because of a mistake he made a long time ago, and he was ready to use any means necessary to prepare his oldest daughter for what was to come.
The first to charge was Luna, her daggers making instant contact with Marco's blade. He sidestepped, his blade going for Luna's side. Swiftly, she threw one dagger in the air, catching it and blocking Marco's hit. Her lips formed a smirk as she got the upper hand. It didn't seem to please Marco, who circled her before attacking Luna mercilessly. One thing he never did and would never do during their training sessions was to go easy on her. He didn't care that she was younger and less experienced than him.
Luna almost tripped over her feet as she stepped back to avoid a hit. Her daggers were quick to block the next attack, retorting instantly. Every muscle in her body was on high alert, anticipating her father's next move. It came unexpectedly, a dirty move to put her down. His arm went around her neck, his blade pointing to her stomach. Luna didn't let him win that easily, though. In the blink of an eye, her eyes turned green as she judo-flipped her father. Her daggers were against his neck.
