Whispers of The Moon

Prologue for Whispers of The Moon

Prologue:

Edited: April 17th, 2013

The autumn leaves drifted down to the soft earthy ground, and as the wind carried them swiftly across the grass lined sidewalk, they proceeded to dance along the smooth pavement. A vicious howl echoed in the crisp cool night, making any critter in the area scurry away as quickly as possible.

The soft sound of sharp pointed stiletto heels could be heard in the distance. A single streetlight flickered down the empty, quiet street before the silhouette of a woman appeared and was cast along the sidewalk. A snicker escaped from her rosy red lips and a smirk slowly spread along her face. Her violently red, curly hair tangled in the breeze as she slowly walked forward towards her victim.

A brown wolf was running as fast as his legs could carry him; at a second glance he looked pretty roughed up. He collapsed along the sidewalk, whimpering softly. A white wolf stood before the brown, its sheer size engulfing the brown wolf. The white wolf's teeth were bared, his brown eyes focused on the other wolfs every move. He began growling, just begging for the other wolf to make a wrong move.

The woman blinked and in a millisecond a disheveled man laid where the brown wolf had once been. The white wolf stood its ground and looked like it was about to pounce on its prey -- the man was his obvious object of focus. The man continued to crawl as far as he could, his chest rising and falling heavily. His body was covered in open gashes and puncture marks. His lips moved but there were no words forming as he tried to capture his breath. Fight or flight mode was in effect. The wolf followed each and every movement the man made, cautiously.

The woman approached closer before grabbing the man by the right arm and tossing him off the sidewalk and into the middle of the road. The man was sprawled out on his back groaning and moaning, blood coating his bare chest and his hair was beginning to mat against his sweaty forehead. The white wolf grabbed the man's left leg and applied bone crushing pressure. The man let out a cry of pure agony and continued to whimper as the woman approached him.

His words were mumbled, but repetitive, "No! Please! I know nothing! I know nothing! I swear to you!" Tears ran down the man's face, his breathing becoming more labored the more he panicked.

The woman bit her bottom lip and cocked her head to the side as if she was amused by this man's cries. How cruel. She shook her head back and forth slowly. "Now, dear Marcus. Why don't you try to answer me again? Where is the boy? I know that you know where he is. Your pretty little wife Dianna told me so, right before my friend here ripped her throat out." Arching her eyebrow curiously as she leaned down closer to the man.

Silent tears drifted down his cheeks as he remained quiet for a brief moment. He suddenly barked out a laugh, which was unexpected by the woman. She thought the knowledge of his wife's death and his pack's demise, he would perhaps spill the location of the boy, the last remaining member of the pack, with the exception of Marcus.

"Why would I tell you? He's my son!" He yelled harshly as he spat out a mouthful of blood to the side. Her smirk disappeared as if she was sick of this game of cat and mouse. The white wolf was growling as his grip tightened on Marcus's leg, making him wince in pain. She stood and slowly pressed her the black heel of her stiletto against the man's chest, right above his heart.

"Because your life depends on it." The woman replied dryly before she continued, "You know Marcus, I was going to spare you, I really was. But now you have rather bored me. And since you aren't giving me any answers, I shouldn't give you another chance to answer me. Luckily for you, you seemed to have caught me in one of my better, sweeter moods. I'll ask one more time." She paused briefly before continuing. "Where is the boy? Just give me a location and I'll let you go... run with your mutt friends. What remains of them anyway...."

Her jaw muscles clutched in frustration with this infuriating man. Although she was absolutely lying through her teeth with this man, she had to give him some sense of hope in order to get the information she sought. He wouldn't get far in the condition he was in and her wolf friend would more than eagerly kill him on command. It was truly cruel to use a member of the same species with which to hunt them down, but it had proven to be their most effected method yet. Tracking, invading, and killing. Worked like a charm.

"I don't know! I don't know where he is!" He winced, gritting his teeth, as he obviously was in grave pain. "But if you think that shoe of yours will kill me, you are sadly mistaken." He gave a flashy grin. At that very moment, with one great shove, the woman was sent up into the air and the wolf was thrown off balance. Marcus became a brown wolf once more, standing on all fours, growling furiously at the woman and squaring off with the white wolf. She gently landed on her feet and shook her head.

Marcus lunged for the woman's throat and she kneed him in the chest. He sent out a surprised yelp before trying once more. This time, the white wolf smashed into Marcus's side. The woman brushed her locks out of her face as the two wolves tumbled and fumbled along the ground. Their growls were filled with purpose. But the woman knew there was only one outcome of this event. Death. Her bets were on Daniel, who was doing his job, protecting his mistress.

The woman was obviously bored so she withdrew her pistol at her side and in one quick, smooth motion, shot Marcus right behind the shoulder blade. The wolf instantly became a man once again and his hand went to the side of his chest, looking at it as the bullet hole began to ooze silky red and made its way down his battered flesh. His breathing became labored instantly and the woman just watched the man as he fell to his knees. Daniel stared at the man for a brief moment before returning to his mistress' side, licking the blood that tainted his white muzzle. He was unfazed, as he had grown use to the woman's impatient and harsh behavior over the years.

"No. But that will." She muttered in annoyance, holstering her pistol to her side. Marcus's body toppled over and the woman dug in her pocket, withdrawing a phone. "Marcus is dead. He gave no details on the subject. We will have to look elsewhere. Send somebody to dispose of the body. Daniel and I will move north to try to find a trail on the subject." With that being said, she snapped her phone shut and looked down at Marcus disapprovingly. Such a waste of Intel. Her eyes then averted to the white wolf, Daniel, before walking down the street once more.

"We will find that boy and we will kill him. He may be smart, but he can't be elusive for long. Marcus, oh, dear, stupid Marcus. He may be your son, but he's nothing but a dead man walking." A wicked smile spread across her lips in excitement. It was always the thrill of the hunt that got her adrenaline pumping. She turned to Daniel as he padded beside her, quietly like a loyal dog.

"Daniel, be a good pet and try to sniff out a trail of some sort. He can't be that far ahead of us.... The Night Devils always get what they are after." She murmured as he nodded and bounded off ahead, his tail swishing as he ran.

BS.