Moonstone mysteries; The Werewolf Within

Werewolves exist?

"Please!" Harris begged, his voice strained from the pain, as he collapsed against one of the lockers, attempting to crawl away from Luna's relentless advance.

"You didn't seem to have much mercy when it came to Adam," Luna pointed out, her tone devoid of empathy. "Besides, I'm just getting started. The real fun has only just begun." Her giggle sent shivers down Harris' spine as he watched her approach, a look of pure terror etched on his face.

With a swift and powerful kick, Luna sent Harris flying across the locker room, his body crashing into the hard metal with a sickening thud. He could only tremble in fear as Luna loomed over him, her features contorted into a sinister grin. Something about her had changed – her eyes now glowed with a predatory amber hue, and her nails had elongated into sharp claws. Harris realized with dread that he was no match for whatever force had possessed her.

"I'm so sorry," he managed to choke out, tears streaming down his face. "I'll never hurt anyone again, I swear. Please, just let me go."

Luna's laughter echoed through the room, chilling Harris to the bone. "Oh, I know you won't hurt anyone again," she mocked, her voice dripping with malice. "Dead people tend to be rather harmless, you see."

As Luna raised her claws for the final blow, a voice suddenly rang out from the entrance of the abandoned locker room, startling both Luna and Harris. It was a voice filled with authority, putting an abrupt halt to Luna's menacing advance.

"Thats enough!" Aiva's voice pierced the tense atmosphere as she cautiously approached Luna, her eyes wide with shock as she took in the scene before her.

Blood splattered across the walls and floor, Harris lying limp and battered beside Luna. It was a horrifying sight, one that Aiva knew she couldn't ignore. Luna seemed unfazed; her gaze fixed on Harris with an unsettling determination.

"You're interrupting, Aiva. Can't you see I'm having a moment with little boy wonder over here," Luna retorted, her tone laced with disdain. "Boys like him, they think they're invincible. They hurt people, they hurt my friends, and they deserve to pay the price."

"But killing him won't solve anything," Aiva reasoned, her voice shaking slightly. "And what about Adam? Do you think he'll ever look at you the same way again if you do this? You'll ruin everything."

Aiva's words seemed to penetrate Luna's resolve, her eyes flickering back to their original grey color as her claws retracted. She took a deep breath, stepping back from Harris with a conflicted expression.

"Even so... he's seen too much," Luna muttered, her gaze hardening once more as she glanced at Harris.

"No, I didn't see anything," Harris pleaded, fear evident in his voice.

"We can use this," Aiva suggested, producing a small vial of purple liquid from her bag. "It's a memory wipe potion. We can erase his memory of the past thirty minutes, make it look like an accident. That way, nobody gets hurt."

Reluctantly, Luna accepted the vial, her grip trembling slightly as she considered Aiva's proposal. After administering the potion and concocting a believable story, they were left with a confused and dazed Harris, unaware of the events that had transpired.

As Harris stumbled away, Aiva joined Luna by the wall, the weight of their actions hanging heavy in the air. They sat in silence, contemplating the consequences of their choices, uncertain of what came next.

"Why did you help me?" Luna's suspicion hung heavy in the air, her eyes probing Aiva for answers.

"Because that's what Adam would've done, right? Besides, he really cares about you, and he'd hate to see you go," Aiva explained, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "Maybe you can reach him in a way I can't. So just take care of him, okay?"