Under the Moon

Part 2

    He slowly got back up and backed away from me slowly, "You're one of them," he whispered still backing away until his back hit the wall of the school, "You're-You're a Mystic!"

     A Mystic. Is that what I am? That actually sounded pretty cool!

    Apparently Headmaster Torrin did not think so as he quickly grasped behind him trying to find the doorknob, and then he quickly slipped inside muttering about calling the Hunters.

    Wait, the Hunters? I had heard whispers and rumors about them from the other kids at my foster home. They hunt any supernatural creature they find without mercy.

    Luna! If they came for me surely they would find her too.
No sooner had I thought of her a medium-sized wolf with a thick ginger coat appeared in front of me faster than I could blink.

    "Luna!" I yelled running forward and throwing my arms around her hugging her tightly, "We have to go now! Headmaster called the Hunters and that's bad."

   Luna cocked her head to the side obviously confused but sensing the urgency and panic underlying my words. I untangled myself from her and rested my hand on top of her head readying myself for the rush to come. It came making my head spin and when I opened my eyes we were deep in the woods.

    Luna had teleported us to our hideout, it was really just a hole we had stumbled upon on our many adventures. It was well hidden behind big stone rocks and covered by a curtain of moss and overgrown weeds. The entrance hole was small enough for teenager to crawl through but not a full-grown adult. However, once past the entrance it opened up into a big cave with no other entrances or exits.

    It had become our place to go when the real world became too unbearable. Now we entered it and I lit the candles lining the cave walls with the matches I kept in a box by the hole.

    Luna had shifted back into her human form her clothes still on her. She had told me once that unlike other werewolves her clothes molded with her whenever she shifts. I was leaning against the far side of the cave wall and she came over plopping down next to me and leaned against me. Since she's around my age she fits perfectly against my side as I wrapped my arms around her gently.

    "You know," I said softly, "regular werewolves don't teleport,"

    I felt her stiffen against my side,

    "I-I know I'm sorry!"

    "There's nothing to be sorry about. I actually think it's pretty cool!" I reassured soothingly, rubbing circles on her back. It reminded me of when I had to comfort the younger children in my foster home after they had a nightmare.

    The cave descended into a comfortable silence until I remembered the reason we were here.

    "Um Luna quick question, why'd you kill that person?" I asked tentatively.

    "Oh, that," Luna uncurled herself from me and sat directly in front of me, "the thing you called a person was a Supernatural, a shapeshifter I think, I was able to smell the difference." She shrugged as if it were no big deal.
I gaped at her, "Luna werewolves can't smell the difference between a Supernatural and a Mortal, sure they have more heightened senses then wolves but that's it."

    As part of the curriculum, the town council forced schools to add an extra class teaching us about Supernaturals. Unfortunately we live in California where Supernaturals are hated and are constantly being hunted. The week after I met Luna we made a pact that when we are older we'll run away to Oregon, where Supernaturals, Mystics, and Mortals live together in peace. Now it seems we'll have to leave sooner than I thought.

    I heard a sniffle echo through the cave. I broke out of my thoughts to see Luna crying, her face in her small hands.

    "I-I'm a freak! Just like they said," she whimpered out, shoulders shaking.

Who's they? Who called my precious cub a freak! I shook my head, now wasn't the time we aren't safe here anymore.
"Luna, you aren't a freak you're special," I consoled, hugging her close to me again, "I don't know why you can do all these amazing things, we'll figure it out together. But right now we have to go the Hunters are on their way and they'll get you and then I'll never see you again."

    She sniffed again, "Promise me you'll never leave me?"

    I chuckled, "I promise I'll never leave you and always be your friend,"

    "Forever?"

    "Forever."

    I laughed again, "Maybe forever will be our always,"

    She looked at me confused but then grinned, "Is this one of your references?"

    "One of many Lu," I said matching her grin.

    We decided to wait until tomorrow to start our journey to Oregon. Just two seven-year olds, one a particular werewolf the other an untrained Mystic with hundreds of book references crammed in her brain. What could go wrong?