"I can't believe you're trying to bargain with me," says the Alpha. Neither can I.
"One question," I repeat, trying to sound as sure of myself as I can when surrounded by a cold earth.
"Fine. One question. Tomorrow evening." I think I'm addicted to the sound of his voice.
He turns to walk off, and I look at the ground cautiously. It is not mine. I reach my left foot out, poking it before pulling away. It does not move. It is dead.
"Wait," I call out. "Please."
He comes back, his head looking through the doorway. The shadows look good on his face.
This sounds so childish, but if he doesn't help me, I won't be able to move. The earth will kill me, drain me of my magic followed by my life. I am sure of it. "I can't touch the ground," I whisper.
"Why not?" he asks.
"I'll tell you tomorrow, if that's your question. Please help me." I am begging an Alpha. It is a good thing the monster is not here to witness this.
"If I do this, you owe me another question."
"The following night. I promise. Please." By the shadows, I sound weak.
He nods, and steps closer, before leaning down. Strong arms wrap around me, lifting me up and cradling me to his chest. If the monster was here she would be going crazy.
But she isn't, and I am too tired to think much about this, so I allow his walking to rock 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...
