The time slips between my fingers, each day distinguished clearly by the Alpha's feet walking up to my door, standing still for just a moment, before walking away again.
Once he has done his little routine, I perform my own, using the broken lantern to make a gash in each of my hands, then burying them into my earth, feeding her, allowing her to grow stronger.
It takes just two weeks for the wolf to quieten down completely, two weeks for the new moon to arrive.
I lie back on my earth, looking up into my darkness. I allow it to engulf me, reaching through it to the ground above where I can sense my shadows growing. The building above me, which I assume is the prison, is seperated from the rest of the buildings in the pack by several fields and a small wood.
I focus on the shadows in the wood, drawing on the power of my blood that now lies in the earth to craft them into something thicker. I can feel them swirl together, forming not just one wolf, but a dozen wolves, their forms shifting as the wind whips the shadows.
A storm grows overhead; I can feel it in the shaking of my earth. It darkens the sky, fueling the shadows further and increasing the strength of the wolves.
They lift their heads and howl, a symphony of destruction that sweeps over the pack, the storm thundering a deep bass undertone.
The pack stirs, feet meeting the earth as they move to investigate the noise. The warriors act quick, their shoes pushing against the earth, unable to shift to claws with the new moon overhead.
They will be ripped to pieces. It is their Alpha's fault.
He should never have locked me up.
I push my wolves into action, forcing them to charge into the line of men that have now gathered. Teeth snap, wanting to fill my earth with blood, wanting to feed her, to hunt for her.
The first wolf meets the first man, leaping with an open jaw. The man is quick to react, his spear aiming down the wolf's throat, but it does no damage— these creatures can't be harmed by physical weapons. Teeth meet human flesh.
Except they don't. The wolf leaps straight through the man, not making any contact.
I don't understand. Why aren't they working? My earth is growing weak already. She should be able to sustain these shadow creatures for days, let alone a couple of minutes.
I knew the earth of this planet was weaker than the earth of my own, but I didn't realise she was this much weaker.
The warrior still stands, stunned, staring at the wolves ahead of him. They begin to snap their jaws, trying to scare the men in front of them, but these are not men who scare easily.
They have just seen that my wolves do no damage. They are not scared.
The first warrior, the one who the wolf lept through, seems to figure it out. He turns his back on my wolves, the rest of the warriors doing the same. They begin to make their way home.
My wolves are powerless.
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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...
