Luna

Fleshy Mcfleshkins

Life is strange... I imagine it being even more strange when you're a human.. when vampires, werewolves, and things that go bump in the night are explained by things such as the "wind" or a creaky wooden floor. When the eery howls that you hear in the distance are just plain wolves, because there are no such things as werewolves. When a flutter of wings soar past your head while you're deep in the woods, and even though you could have sworn that a humanoid body was attached to those wings it just HAD to be a lost hummingbird, or a butterfly or locust flying too fast...and even though you see the shadows and the glowing eyes and the sharp teeth, it just has to be the lack of sleep that you were getting from working so much, or staying up with your children, who's ears have always been a slight bit pointier than your own, much like your partners. Life is just strange, especially when you realize that all those scary stories that your mother use to tell you at night are true. When you realize that maybe, just maybe the people who said they would always protect you, who always told you what to believe, lied directly to your face. I mean, I imagine that's what this pore sap is thinking anyway. It could be more along the lines of "fucking hell, I'm going to die."..or "I just shit my pants "... But either way I'm sure he's thinking shit just got weird.

Before I get into all of the weird spooky shit that's going on, allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Lunaria Allyson Rain. In case you haven't noticed I am one of those things that go bump in the night. I'm the wind, and the creaky wooden floor. I'm a werewolf, and not just any kind of werewolf... I'm the Luna of my pack. All of my friends call me Ria, and sometimes I just hate my name simply because when they come up to me they address me as their Luna, so basically they say "Luna Ria" which is still my name. Yes, yes I've tried getting them to call me Alice or anything else other than that but since I was a child the name ria stuck. Another thing is, I'm not mated. Yes I know, it's strange. "you're a Luna of a whole pack but you have no alpha?!?!" Women can be strong leaders too yanno.. but i didn't get the title by challenging anyone or anything so dramatic. My pa got attacked and killed by rogues while trying to defend our pack during the war.. and not too long after his death my ma fell sick. She's still alive, but barely. None of the men were brave enough to step up as alpha, and my mother was to sick to to do anything. So between me, my two sisters and my little brother my mother figured I was the best bet despite me being the youngest girl.  So I stepped up, and until I either mate, or a male steps up as alpha and survives the challengers I'm the Luna... Which is suppose to mean things go my way when I say so, but it apparently doesn't work like that because if it did I wouldn't have this human flesh bag on my territory.

I growl in frustration, and the thing looks up to me with fearful brown eyes, the color of the ground when the sky weeps. I guess you could consider him handsome. If you're interested in tall, lanky, middle aged men with a scraggly, untamed beard and bushy brows. He has crows feet at the corners of his oval shaped eyes and laugh lines around this slightly too thin lips. His hair is long and has a Sandy color to it despite it being brown. He tries saying something, but it comes out as muffled gibber jabber due to the duct tape I have around his mouth. I know it seems mean, but I caught him sneaking through the trees looking all suspicious and shit like he's santa or the frickin Easter bunny. So I did the only logical thing there is to do... I snuck up behind him, grabbed the largest stick there was, and wacked the motherfucker in the head with it, and dragged him back to the secluded shed hidden deep in the woods far from my pack. Humans tend to be fearful, and dangerous when it comes to things they don't understand. They like to destroy things that seem like a treat to them, even though we mean them no harm. They even do it to other member of their species. It's sad really, and honestly I don't want to kill him or anything, I just can't have him running back and flapping his lips to whoever will listen.
I sniff at the air, and oddly his scent is familiar, but it's all jumbled up and I can't get a good track on it. I sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose. I slowly open my annoyed forest green eyes and meet his fearful dirty brown ones.

"I'm only going to say this once, and you better listen closely. " His head turns to the side, listening to me as I finally speak.

"I'm going to take the duct tape off of your mouth, and if you scream I will hit you. Not because anyone will hear you, but because it will annoy the shit out of me even more. At this point I don't think you wanna annoy me further, right?"

He shakes his head quickly no, and I smile a little bit.

"so we cool? We good? You understand what I'm saying fleshy mcfleshkins?

He nods and I move towards him, and rip the tape off fast and painless... I say painless but it looks like he's about to scream and his face is all scrunched up and junk. I then realized, once again, that he has a beard. And a mustache. And I just pulled out about 100 little tiny hairs from his face. I wince and look at him apologetically.

"okay I really didn't mean to do that, dude. I swear. I completely forgot about the beard thingy."

He looks up at me, like I'm an idiot and says, "how the hell did you forget?! You've been looking at me this whole damn time Ria!!"

His voice was deep and had a slight accent to it and it seemed kind of nice. It reminded me of my father's voice. I was so distracted by those thoughts that it took me a minute to realize he said my name. I growled and bared my teeth at him, instantly on guard as I growl the words,

"Who are you, and how in the hell do you know my name?"

He rolls his eyes at me, angering me more, and I almost snap. Instead of snapping i grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him into the wall as hard as I could, knocking all of the air out of him as he gasps and tries to get it back. That's not snapping, and i don't have a anger problem, I swear. I'm doing good. I'm good girl, promise. I snarl in his face and demand the same questions again. He gasp and tries to get his breath back as he says, "Ria, ria Jesus it's me dude! It's Julianna!!!!"

Authors note

Okay so obviously this is unedited. I previously gave up on the other books I was writing simply because they didn't interest me enough to continue. This is only the first chapter, and I really like where this is going. If you like it too, comment or vote on this chapter, or hell do both. Lol and I'll continue with the story. I really appreciate all who read this chapter, and I hope you stick with me through this adventure. Comment and tell me what you think so far as well. I'm up for constructive criticism too.