I seen Luna in a white room. There was a white bed in the room. It was the only other thing in the room besides her. She knelt in the center of the room. Her lips were moving, she was whispering something I couldn't make out. Her voice slowly raised. The words she was saying were gettin clearer, but I couldn't understand them. Suddenly a demon appeared in a rush of flames. The demon had a human body though his skin was red and he had black horns on the top of his head. He kind of reminded me of Hell boy. They talked but I could not hear a sound.
"It will be done." The demon's voice finally sounded.
"Thank you, and make sure it is done well, or I might lose the battle. And we don't want that do we?" Her voice was so menacing I almost shivered. I have never heard her speak like that. The demon nodded. "I send you off Lucifer."
I opened my eyes to find myself in my bed. I sat up slowly aware of the pain in my head.
"Hey, how you doing?" It took me a second to realize Derek was in the room.
"I have a killer headache." I said. He rustled around some things in his night stand then handed me some Tylenol. I swallowed them without water and laid back down. I put my arm over my eyes. "How is Luna?" I asked.
"We put her in the mental facility at the hospital. She is in pretty rough shape." I moaned.
"She summoned the demon Lucifer." I lifted the covers and moved to get out of bed and was racked with pain. "Holy fuck!" Worry poured from Derek.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing." I waved him off. "I will be fine." Eventually. I thought. "I need you to find me a book on summoning. I have to summon Lucifer before tonight." Derek nodded and off he went leaving me in our room. How on earth is summoning Lucifer going to help me? Why don't I just summon Michelle? Why don't I summon God himself? I thought angrily. I rolled off the bed and happened to land on my face. I growled. Wow, what a wonderful day. I pushed myself up and grimaced in pain. I stood slowly. I noticed a drawing on my hand. It was an upside down pentigram. I stared at it shocked. 'Derek, look at this.' I stared at at the drawing on my hand and focused on Derek.
'Holy shit were did that come from?'
'Derek! Language!' I could hear him laugh.
'Found your book.' Derek showed me the cover.
'Oh and later we have to get to Luna's grandma's house.'
'Why?'
'We just do.' I sent to him. I had a feeling that I shouldn't tell him yet.
'Okay, I trust you are not going to get yourself killed.'
'What's that suppose to mean?' I asked.
'Nothing.'
'Okay.' I knew my voice was full of suspicion. I walked over to the bathroom. I was shocked by what I seen in the mirror. My face had gone ghostly white, there were black rings around my eyes, and my hair was sticking to my face that was damp with sweat. 'Derek. I don't feel well.' I started to sway when Derek burst into our room. He took four steps and was holding me up.
"You looked fine just a few minutes ago, what happened???" My eyes instantly went to the pentigram on my hand. His eyes followed mine. "Shit." He mumbled under his breath. I suddenly felt super dizzy.
"Okay, I need to sit." Derek picked me up and took me to the bed.
"Why are the blankets on the floor?" He asked as he picked them up.
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The Female Alpha
WerewolfSixteen year old Clara Mayfield became the alpha of her pack when her parents were killed. The night she meets a man from her pack she finds out who killed her parents. Kristina alpha of the Lunar Moon pack is out for Clara's high and uncommon posit...