My eyes snap open as the moon sinks beneath the horizon, the monster being forced back into her cage where she will stay for the next month.
Claw marks scar my earth, deep gouges running along my prison's walls. She didn't escape. Maybe she couldn't. Or maybe she didn't want to.
My earth thrums gently, humming her pain to me. She does not like the wolf's anger marking her.
Just two more weeks. Two more weeks and the monster will be silent beneath my skin and I can terrorise this stupid Alpha's stupid pack. Two more weeks.
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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...
