Darkening of Luna

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏

“Stupid boy.” Penelope shook her head. “You brought yourself right at my doorsteps, and with a mutt. A mutt, I wish I could see Skyros’ face,” she laughed. 

“You’re fucking insane,” Wisley said. He briefly looked at the broken door, then back at Penelope, his lips trembling and hands shaking. He can’t run, and even if he can, she seems to possess abilities that surpass human motion. 

“I don’t even know what you’re saying, freak” the boy grabbed one of the mugs, throwing it at the woman. But she only stopped it mid-air, slamming it back on the ground. 

She then moved her hands in the air and the table was pushed out of the way as she approached the boy.

“Bold words for someone wooing with a mutt,” She spat with venomous hatred. “On behalf of Skyros, I’ll make this swift.” 

The name came again; Skyros. Wisley did not even know who Skyros was. Everything was happening too fast for him to understand. 

One moment the old woman was acting like a loving grandmother, and now she had supernatural abilities, trying to kill the boy.

Wisley couldn’t keep thinking. He was doomed as soon as he felt his neck tightening and feet leaving the floor. The old woman was using her powers, choking the air out of the Benners’ boy. 

She lift up a knife from the table, pointing the sharp end at Wisley. “You shouldn’t have trusted me so quickly.” 

Before she can send the knife flying towards the boy, a massive body of a white wolf slammed Penelope away. The floating object fell to the ground and so did Wisley.

The boy gasped for air, holding the wall for balance. It was the white wolf he saw a few times. It was here. The boy lost all common sense as he tried to run outside, his bad leg holding him back from going faster. 

Loud noises of furniture being thrown can be heard behind him. Glasses breaking and the howling noise of the wolf. When a cry of pain blasted through the night, Wisley dropped to the ground. 

His palm came in contact with grass and dirt. Painful tingles ran through his body, his energy being sucked away. 

“Scum dog,” Penelope hissed, walking out of the house. She cleaned the sweat from her face, holding her bloodied arm tightly, Large bite marks painted it as it oozed out blood. 

Wisley turned his body around, trying to stand up but Penelope was faster. She smashed her bare feet on the boy’s chest, putting pressure on his ribcage. Wisley cried out in pain, trying to remove her leg.

“Pitiful.” 

“Fuck you,” Wisley managed to roar out. 

This only made the woman smile. “Skyros loved a human and looked what came of it.” She puts more pressure. “A half breed like you.”

Wisley tried again, his arms tiring out. “I’ll kill you.” Despite being tired, he was also filled with anger. Lucius, the wolf that tried to help him, Almira. “I’ll fucking kill you.” 

“You’re the one lying on your back. You’re weak. You won’t find Nigrantem, They will prevail.”

The white wolf came again, growling at Penelope. His body shaking, the fur standing straight. “Ah, speaking of love. I heard werewolf mates are sacred, even more so than their pack.” She grabbed Wisley’s hair, twisting it tightly. 

“Look dear boy, look as your mate loses to the Lykros.” 

Penelope’s eyes twinkled like the stars above their heads as she looked at the shaking body of the wolf. The white animal took a few steps before delving in the ground, body twisting and bones cracking. The painful howls ringing in Wisley’s ears. 

The fur slowly went away, as pale skin came to view. The body changed into that of a human, and it was Lucius. Wisley could only watch on with a horrified expression. 

“Lucius was the white wolf. Lucius is not human,” Were the only words going through his head. 

The pink-haired boy was still shaking, groaning in pain. He wanted to get up, but couldn’t. He only locked his watery eyes with Wisley. “I’m sorry,” he whispered to the Benners’ boy. Apologising for not being able to help his Salit.

Wisley's heart ached. It was a pain greater than the leg that was on his chest or the hands ripping his hair. 

Penelope was enthusiastic. Loving the reaction of both boys. “Now, let's get this done with.” 

“Who knew you’d still be alive, Gretia.” 

Penelope snapped her head at the sudden voice. The familiar name made her eyes widen. She met with the werewolves and the head Malificis. They stood near the house, ready to strike the elderly woman. 

“I go by Penelope Harris now, Selena.” The old woman informed her long past friend. She let go of Wisley’s hair, taking some steps back. 

“Harris, I knew there was something off about you.” The Alpha roared, anger filling him as he looked at the state of his son. 

“Calm down Andre, your mutt got in the way. I had to weaken him.” 

Alpha Andre hissed while Agatha transformed into her wolf form, ready to pounce. “Witch.” She growled. The warriors followed, changing and growling at the evil Malificis. 

The woman did not falter. She glared at Selena. But the striking green eyes were looking at Wisley. 

“He looks like him, doesn’t he?” She asked the bene malificis. 

“And yet you hurt him.” 

“He’s ruining my plans.” 

A silence came. Cold air caressing Wisley’s face. “You were always greedy, Gretia.” 

Penelope smirked. “It was nice seeing you again Selena.” A sudden dark cloud came as the woman evaporated into the mist. The werewolves ran towards it, but it was already too late, the woman was gone. 

The anxious pressure that Wisley felt vanished. He gave a relieved sigh and slowly moved his body to stand up, someone grabbed his shoulders, holding him steady and upright. It was the woman with the striking green eyes. The one named Selena.

“This is only the beginning.” She said, but the boy did not care about anything. His only thought about Lucius. He stared at the man called Andre, Lucius’ father. 

The alpha crouched near his son, gently holding Lucius’ head and putting his jacket around the boy’s body. “He was poisoned, we should head to pack land immediately.” 

The man grabbed his son, putting the pink-haired boy on his shoulder. 

Wisley wanted to follow, but a man with brown hair and freckles on his nose stopped him. “He’ll be fine, tiger. Let's get you on your feet.” 

“Where are we going?” Wisley panicked, feeling empty and worried as Lucius leaves his view. He glanced at the two supernatural beings, then back at the Alpha carrying Lucius.  

The man smiled gently, “Pack house, where Lucius lives.”