On the Dark Side of the Moon

Chapter 1

      The wood was hard against my aching back. The wind was ruthless and rain pounded against the glass window, coloring me grateful for the first shelter I had found in days. The thick drops of rain had started two days prior and had continued to pound until the moon shone at its highest point in the obsidian sky. 

I rolled onto my side, my cold, wet clothes clinging uncomfortably to my body. Peering around the abandoned shed, I wiped the cardinal hair, now darker with dampness, from my face and continued to undress, leaving me purely in my undergarments. 

No one was around for miles. It was just me and the night air. I proceeded to lay down on the floor, my hands absently tracing over my famished, thin stomach. I once had a shapely body. Perhaps too shapely, but I was comfortable with it. I missed feeling comfortable.

 However, going day by day with very little food had made me numb to the prospect. I reached for my wolf and realized she was nowhere to be found. Probably too tired from the day's travel.

My hand trailed a little lower, circling over my honeypot and I arched my back at the feeling. How long had it been since I had touched myself? Since a man had touched me? I had very little left that made me feel calm and in control. This was one of them.

 I continued to rub my arousal, reveling in the feeling that I was igniting. There was no way I would ever let a man touch me again, so I had to learn to help myself. 

Being the last female meant that every man was after you. It's probably selfish to hide knowing that I was the only means of reproduction, but I just couldn't handle it. Even now, I could feel their meaty hands clenching and grabbing at me. It disgusted me. 

I stopped my motions at the thought and turned onto my side, a silent tear rolling down my cheek. My mind was clouded with such terrible memories and I had to visibly force them from my thoughts, and dwell upon my need for sleep. At which point, I welcomed this bliss of night.

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I woke up before dawn. My inner clock always woke me up before the sun could rise. It was a basic survival instinct: the more I slept equaled the more danger I was in.  I grabbed for my green backpack, and sifted through its various contents, pulling out a black shirt and jean shorts. 

Dressing quickly, I scanned the outside environment through the window, calling on my wolf to aid me. I thought for a moment that I had picked up the scent of a nearby wolf, but when I checked again there was no evidence of such occurrences.

Paranoia's a bitch.

I tied my hair in a braid with a piece of coil and started my journey on foot.  I moved quickly from tree to tree, constantly keeping track of the sun as to not lose direction. 

I let my feet move into a constant, continuous rhythm. Left. Right. Left. Right. I repeated this for awhile, pushing my own thoughts and feeling from my mind. I simply focused on the task at hand, until it was too much for me. My already aching legs burned from the strain I was putting on them and I hissed, leaning my back against a tree. 

That's when I smelled it. It was deep, metallic smell, and it made my nose crinkle. Rising from the tree gingerly, I scouted the green around me. I closed my eyes and called to my wolf to heighten the feeling. The sun had began to reach its peak and beads of sweat fell from my forehead. 

I continued to search. With my wolf, I could practically taste the dark tingy scent. My heart quicked and my emerald eyes shot open, darting from side to side. If this was what I thought it was, I could possibly be in immense danger. I knew that. I tried to regain my senses and remember which way I had been heading, but the sun was dead center and I couldn't remember what tree was what. I mentally cursed myself.