Slave to the Moon

Chapter One

The car came rushing towards me, my inevitable end coming closer with each passing second. As I sat on the road, I calmly looked the oncoming driver in the eye.  Suddenly, I was tackled from the side by a white blur. The blur rolled with me to the other side of the highway, and when the dust settled, it stood up, and I realized it was a she-wolf. With fluffy white fur, ice blue eyes, a muscular frame, and clear dominance in her eyes, she was obviously the one I had set out to find. But there was one problem: her Packmark showed she was a lower level wolf. "Are you Kyrin?" I asked, without thinking. "How do you know my name?" she growled, the fur along her spine rising as she crouched low to the ground. "I- Well I'm- ah, fuck it, I'm Obsidian, and Fang sent me to find you. He's my brother." I replied, tensing, anticipating an attack. Instead, she relaxed, her fur lying flat. "That's impossible. Fang is dead. He died nearly three moons ago," she replied, sorrow darkening her eyes. "What? No? He's not? Who told you that?" I inquired, confusion clear in my voice. "My alpha, Moon. He told us Fang died in the same accident that disfigured my sister." She replied, tilting her head. "Take me to this Moon you speak of. I'd like a word with him." I said, then realized what I had said. "I mean, I'd like to see him. I don't want to attack him or anything," I continued quickly. "Shame. He needs to be knocked down a peg or two," she said wryly, standing. She motioned me to follow her and walked into the woods. I followed, glancing behind me. I made eye contact with a raven perched on a branch across the road and nodded. It flew away, presumably to inform Fang and the rest of the Aspen Grove pack that my part of the mission was complete, and to lead them to me.