Silver Moon

The FIrst Shots

Luna's POV

“Luna!”

I was standing next to Derek and Miranda when I heard my name called. Derek had fit rather easily into the world of werewolves, as his dad had been friends with Gabriel in the short time Gabriel was at the castle. He understood most of the procedures, yet he had trouble as I did to understand the massiveness and organization that ran the pack.

I turned to see Samson running up, huffing and puffing as he neared us.

“What’s wrong Samson?”

“Have you guys seen Eli? Last I saw he was at the baths with the rest of the little‘uns, but his not there anymore.”

“I might have been holding him at one point,” said Miranda, clearly confused as to where Eli had run off. Miranda’s eyes suddenly grew wide, and she looked around frantically.

“I remember now! It was when Derek first showed up, and I was so distracted by finding my mate that I let Eli go. I thought he ran back inside! He most likely went to the forest as he was begging me to take him!”

Samson’s face grew pale at Miranda’s words.

We were interrupted by a scream, and the rustling as birds took flight. Gunshots reverberated off the trees, and Derek pulled Miranda behind him.

“That Eli’s voice!” yelled Samson. Niva growled low in my throat, and without thinking, I projected myself to Eli.

I just watched my body falling into Ashton’s arms, before whirling through the forest until I found Eli. He was hiding behind a tree, tears streaming down his small face. I solidified, startling Eli with a small yelp until he saw who it was.

He quickly hugged me, whispering in ragged breaths that he was sorry for running away and he would never do it again. The loud stomping of boots interrupted us, and Eli buried his head in my shoulder.

I was mad. Mad is actually an understatement. I was pissed off tremendously. I walked off to face the gunman head on. He was one of my father’s men, one that had always treated me nicely. His face was drawn and cruel as he waved his gun. I think his name was Richard.

When he saw me, he dropped the gun, a bullet going off and hitting a tree less than five inches away from me. I stared him down, my anger and fire keeping me upright. I needed to get Eli out of here for me to do anything at all.

I mind linked Ashton to come and get Eli and his automatic reply of yes resounded off the walls of my head. I kept the man in a starring contest, daring him to call for help.

A slight brushing of leaves alerted me to Ashton’s presence. The man jerked a little when he saw Ashton standing there. I wordlessly handed Eli off to Ashton, were Ashton started to rub small circles on Eli’s back.

Ashton’s worried eyes glanced to me, and with a sharp nod, I told him I was fine. Ashton pressed against my mind, but I blocked him out. He was not going to let me do what I wanted if I told him.

He gave a small sigh before disappearing with Eli. The man, Richard, looked quizzically at me, a mix of confusion and fear.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my voice a deadly razor.

“I’m here to kill you. I did not believe what the rumors were, that you were a monster. That a sweet, innocent girl could just transform into a monster. Yet here you are, strong and a mess. I believe though that the voice of the king is wrong, that you are not a monster, just a misunderstood girl.”

As Richard spoke, he reached for his gun, slowly picking it up and tucking it behind him.

“You know Richard, you have a point there. I am misunderstood, and am not a monster. I am a werewolf, so a wolf is a more correct classification.”