The glowing light from my hands burned the hair of the white wolf as he howled in pain, bursting into flames.
Looking down at my hands, I see they're glowing with moonlight. The other wolves shrieked back in fear, their yellow eyes looked at me oddly.
Burnt to the crisp, the large carcass of the wolf remained. It seemed almost unreal, as the blood of the wolf soaked into the earth. The mutated wolves circled their fallen leader, barring their monstrous canines as they tore apart his flesh, hungrily absorbing what was left.
Disgusting.
I knew if I stayed there shell shocked, the wolves wouldn't hesitate to have me slaughtered next. Now was the time for fight or flight. Glancing down at my hands again, a small surge of energy trickled from the crown of my head to my hands as I put my hands towards the creatures, beaming white light protruding from my hands as the beams of light sizzled the remaining wolves.
As I felt the last trickle of power flood from my finger tips, I felt blood dripping from my nose as I glanced at the fresh scarlet droplets onto my hands. It must have taken too much energy from me, as I felt dizzy and collapsed to the ground in a hard thud.
The last thing I saw before closing my eyes was a man dressed in white.
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The smell of moon-blood and burnt flesh filtered through the air. I couldn't see her but I could feel her energy dwindling down, and the steady thrumming of her heartbeat. In my minds eye, I envisioned the scene before me, and images of Kamari's beloved descendant flashed in my mind.
She looked nothing like my former love, she was beautiful, the young wolf probably regretted trying to severe ties with her. Kneeling down, I'm my hands hover over her, tapping into her energy.
It was almost like, the necklace was pulling from her energy. Unless....
No, Kamari would never. Shaking my head from the absurd thought, I couldn't just leave Keiran there.
" You poor thing," She was unscathed, and I felt the energy of the moonstone necklace pulling on her energy. It could only lead me to one conclusion; Kamari gave Keiran the necklace as a means of protection, but from what?
In one swift motion I kneel into the earth and carry her into my arms, heading back to my cabin.
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Hour of the Moon
Hombres LoboKeiran Smith, 25, whose journalism career is in freefall, is given a three-month story to cover on the enigmatic "wolf" deaths and disappearances that have been happening in Cherokee, North Carolina. Keiran is unaware that the tale will immerse her...
