Ch 3: Secrets

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Sam POV:


Later that night, I woke up from the sound of thunder, I decided to get some tea, it always calm me down. In the kitchen I heard someone saying something, it sounded like a song.

"Silver Moon, please don't come out

I'm freezing to death with this coldness

Throw my head back, release a howl

But you'd never heard a sound

Grey wolf, be my guide

For I have secrets to hide

Silver eyes, sharp fangs

A bark so loud that it goes bang

Furry ears and a canis tail

I try to protect but I always fail

Two paths, can't make a third

I just want to be free like a bird

Royal stress or a risky path

Can't wash them away with just a bath

Maybe they'll accept, maybe I can be me

They could keep me above this calamity

No they won't, just like the rest

I still must try my best

Must stay in, this cloud of clothes

Or they all would all turn up their nose

Are they them, I want to know

So this heartache I can blow

I have to run, and they mustn't see

The creature that I am to be

Silver wolf, be my guide

I'm tearing up from the inside."

Her voice was so beautiful, I didn't like eavesdropping but the song was so pretty and so familiar, well then I should probably tell her I heard it.

"Hey Luna" I whisper-shout, she jumps four feet in the air and looks ready to attack. "Sorry I scared you like that, your song was just so pretty"

"I should go back to sleep" is all she says. You know, for a girl that doesn't talk much, she has a lot to say. Now, I think I don't need the tea, the song worked lovely.

In the morning I decided to tell my best bro Max about last night.

"I'll ask her about it" Max responds.


A few minutes later I saw Luna leaving in a hurry and Max chasing after her asking questions, same old Max, He's just a skinny teen with raven black hair, brown eyes and a vast sense of curiosity, be it good or bad. From what I heard it seemed that Max asked her about where she came from, her childhood, and her secrets, I can kinda see why she ran, Max has a bad sense of conversational boundaries.

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