He comes the next day, as he said he would. I can feel his imprints on my earth outside the door, feel as he stands there for a minute or so before leaving again. I do not knock.
I will never knock. I will bring his pack to its knees from this prison.
The next day comes, and the next, the man repeating his ritual every time. He thinks I am growing weaker, starving, possibly going insane from the lack of sunlight, the lack of social interaction. I just grow stronger, surrounded by my earth and my shadows.
The monster grows stronger as well. We are approaching the full moon, her strength will soon be great enough for her to take over our body.
I will attack on the new moon, when she is at her weakest and is least likely to interfere, when all the wolves are at their weakest.
They will never know what has hit them.
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The True Luna
LobisomemAre 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...
