Forever Luna

Promises

noun ~ a declaration or assurance that one will do a particular thing

CHARLIE

My skin burned as the cuts across my torso healed, and I huffed, trying not to swipe at it with my paws.

We were deep into no-man's-land and with that came way too many rogues looking for a fight. They were either territorially defensive, seeking a high, or searching for death. I lost track of how many days we were running. Calida started most of the fights. Only two had been in an act of self-defence.

She was a nightmare. Like a child who had shifted for the first time, she didn't take any precautions and acted purely on instinct.

She was in deeper than I thought she was.

Just when I thought that maybe her wolf was settling, and some emotions were coming through, she was back to being wild. I couldn't go near her, couldn't even look at her without her teeth sinking into my skin.

She didn't like me following her anymore, so I had to keep a distance.

It was a tiresome time to be alive, and for a while, I let the wolf take over. He was so besotted with his mate that he daren't stray from her trail, so I knew we were safe.

This was the first time in a while that he has given me back the rails, and it was after a damn fight. Now, I had to clean up the mess of my own body.

This fight, however, was not of the wolf kind. If the beheaded fang bodies didn't tell me, the shape and gaps of the scratches gave away enough.

Why she got into a fight with fucking fangs, I don't know. Like I said, she was looking for them.

It seems after completing her revenge on her home pack, her wolf had turned to taking it out on other creatures instead.

She was currently lapping up stream water, her tongue gulping down the foul taste of vampire. I shook out my fur, glad that all the cuts were clean from whatever the fuck was on their claws.

Man, I was pissed.

To come round after goodness knows how long to having to clean up a vampire fight...

I wondered how long I've been out.

Days? Weeks? Months?

Going by the chill in the air, it was still winter, so it couldn't be months. I wonder if Christmas has passed yet. Was it the new year?

I'd never know unless I came across civilisation. And that was if Calida didn't kill them first.

Calida turned her nose up as I huffed, glancing at me over her shoulder. I remained still, with my head dipped low. She grumbled softly, but didn't show any signs of malice. It was a warning, and I took it with a begrudging nod.

Still the same old wolf.

I sighed, waiting for her next movements. My bones ached with every breath, my skin tugging as it attempted to stitch itself together. Calida lay on her stomach. Her body relaxed as her head swivelled around our surroundings. I noticed she would scan the area, her nose twitching, before the surveillance would stop on me and go round again.

I was still.

I was silent.

I was everything I didn't like to be.

It left me time to my thoughts, time to reflect on my past.

I didn't want to remember my past. It hurt too much to think about my blood pack. My parents, my friends.

I was just a child. Just a teenager when it was taken from me.

When will the world be at peace? When will wolves stop fighting each other for blood or power?