The earth is silent. The man before me is not.
His snarls fill the room as he stands, turning to me. The monster wants to snarl back at him, but I restrain her.
Why isn't he dead?
"Any other tricks you want to try and pull?" His voice is low.
I shake my head in response. He should be dead. His flesh should be torn apart. His life should be soaking into my earth. Why isn't it?
"Good." He turns around, walking back out into the corridor. "Stay put. I'll be back tomorrow. Knock if you have something to tell me."
The door shuts and I am surrounded by my darkness once more.
My darkness and my earth are the only things I can sense. The Alpha had unknowingly locked me in the one place where I would be strongest, so why wasn't my conjured wolf strong enough to do any real damage?
I can feel the monster laughing within me. She knows she could best a mere Alpha in a fight, although she likes that one and would probably choose to spend her time with him doing something else than fighting. She now knows that she can beat my magic.
Teeth and claws rule over shadows and trickery.
Maybe the Alpha has some sort of magic-resistance? No, that sounds daft. Then what is it then? Why didn't the wolf work?
I lie down, resting my head on my earth and allowing my shadows to coax me to sleep.
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The True Luna
WerewolfAre you scared of the dark? You should be. It is my home, I thrive in it, know it better than anybody else on this planet. It is more than you could ever imagine, a living entity that contains a greater power than your sun itself. It is a wild anima...
