Darkening of Luna

prologue

Mouth wide open he lies on his couch, the black television screen reflecting his slouch figure. his neck was bent backwards while his eyes held a steady gaze at the wall.

he would have seemed like a normal man from afar, only if his skin was not as dark grey and moulded with wrinkles stretch all over his body. This man sitting on the couch has been touched by death.

Just in front of the dead body stood another man, whose heart has not yet stopped beating out of his chest.

the living man was afraid, he was surprised, he was confused and he was mourning the loss of a well-known packmate. it's the cause of this mourning that he had decided to touch the man's body. But something was awrong.

the dead man wasn't as cold as ice as all dead bodies should be, he was extremely hot as if he's been put inside a boiling kettle.

In one blink of an eye, with one touch of a finger, the dead werewolf exploded into ashes, trapping the living one and the room with the odour of rancid smoke. and in a blink of an eye, the living werewolf was running out of the small cabin that the ash turned being lived in.

His mind was no longer in any state of comprehension. He stood outside the house in a crouched state, hands digging into his face shielding the scent.

But the smell was everywhere because it was not only his good friend who had decayed but also a small scale of the forest. All trees had died, they were grey and had no more leaves, the soil he was standing on, has become cracked and barren.

When he had gotten here, he did not see the danger yet, he very much did not pay any mind about the awful change of scenery, willing to ask his friend about it.

But now he sees that this, exactly where he is standing, is much bigger than he had expected. "Dammit!", he sobbed the word out.

The sun was slowly dying away, replacing light with darkness, soon replacing this terrorizing day with another one. the man moved himself up, transforming skin to fur and immediately he ran.

He needed to go back to his pack and tell his Alpha of the darkness that had awakened.

With every fast movement, his paws would dig into the ground, sweeping dust from the desolated earth, until dust changed into living soil and trees. until silence changed into the sound of living animals. until the sun was less up and changed the sky into a powerful orange.

but what did not change was the being of his friend who was now dead and the being of the dreadful monster that still lingers, waiting to bind on its next victim.