When Darkness Calls

Luna

I landed on his chest, blood dripped from my perfectly white fur onto the space where his head should've been, but instead it rolled to the feet of another guy.

Who didn't even seem to notice the head against his foot, face frozen in fear, he stared at me.

ANONYMOUS POV.

"What the hell was that?"the man paused his relentless slashing and kicking and for that I was grateful.

There had been a loud thump above us, and then all was silent, nobody dared move.

She's truly gonna try to free us. I thought gratefully.

Then my tattered brain pointed out the dreaded word, try, she would try. But she was only just a girl, a young girl from what I had seen.

Her wavy locks had touched the dirt and I'd almost wanted to curse the dirt for being dirty, for touching something that looked so pure.

Her eyes had gone from a light sky blue to a gold when she had gotten angry, so angry that she had begun to shake.

Digging her fingers into the dirt, further dirtying herself.

She was beautiful, that's all I could think about as she watched.

I couldn't remember the last day I'd seen something so beautiful, so pure looking, and yet at the same time I could tell she wasn't.

Somehow, looking into her eyes, and the way she reacted to this, I knew she was hurting.

And I swear, we sparked like mates. But she must've been so angry she didn't notice.

And now she would die, my heartaches, and I prayed to the goddess.

"Stay." He mocked, giving me one more scornful lash to my back before nodding to the other 2 that had silenced and stopped their punishment on the others when they had heard the noise.

I grunted as I moved to use the wall for support. I'd long ago learned that fighting the treatment would only make it far worse.

I listened carefully above my ragged breathing.

Then there was a vicious snarling noise, loud and clear, tumbling and crashing noises. Then above all else there were a few deep crys of pain, until silence.

By now the prisoners were looking around, whispering, some stood only to be pushed down again by the guards or a swift yank of their chains.

We could all smell the blood, and the scent that had followed the girl, not the smell of dark moon that had clung slightly to her.

No, she smelled like an alluring ocean breeze that had swept up into the woods, with dashes of vanilla thrown in like the daisies.

It was all to quiet until there was a thumping noise, geting closer, thump. thump. thump. thump...

That's when the large man that had been whipping me, that's when his head landed at the bottom of the stairs.

(Btdubs she's not totally fucked up. in this book you have to decapitate wolves to kill them, they can heel eventulally iversomething like a broken neck).

She's really doing it.

The two larger men that remained slowly walked to either side of the doorway with their whips, where they stood watching.

"T-they have wh-ips!" an older gentleman yelled in a hoarse voice, and I mentally thanked him, for I hadn't even thought of warning her.

Then, as if the creature was completely in charge she trotted down the steps.