The Lycan King And The Witch Luna

Chapter 8 – Rougue Attack

Luna

The scary howls echoed through the dense forest, a bone-chilling snarls that sent shivers down my spine. My breaths came in short, ragged gasps as I pressed my back against the rough bark of a towering oak tree. My muscles ached from the constant running, and my mind raced with strategies to evade the rogue wolf that had been hunting me for what felt like hours.

“We can’t keep this up, Luna,” Moon whispered, her voice strained. She was as exhausted as I was, her strength waning after the rejection and the brutal severing of our pack bond.

“I know,” I murmured under my breath, my fingers curling into the damp earth for stability. “But we don’t have a choice, do we? It’s either run or die.”

Moon huffed, a mix of frustration and determination. We’ll survive this. We always do.

The snapping of twigs nearby sent my heart racing. I froze, pressing myself further into the shadows of the tree. My instincts screamed at me to move, but my limbs felt like lead. The rogue’s scent was stronger now—musky and sharp, tinged with the iron tang of old blood. It was close.

My sharp eyes scanned the darkness, picking out movement among the undergrowth. A pair of glowing yellow eyes emerged, locking onto me with predatory intent. My stomach twisted. It was massive, its matted fur bristling as it stalked forward.

Stay calm, Luna, Moon urged, though her voice quivered. Use your size. You’re faster than it.

I swallowed hard, nodding to myself. She was right. I wasn’t strong, not with my weakened wolf side, but speed and cunning had always been my allies. I waited until the rogue was nearly upon me, its lips curling back to reveal jagged teeth.

Then, I moved.

With a burst of adrenaline, I darted to the side, narrowly avoiding its snapping jaws. My feet pounded against the forest floor as I weaved through the trees, branches whipping against my face. The rogue let out a furious growl and gave chase, its heavy footfalls thundering behind me.

Left! Moon shouted, guiding me through the maze of trees. Keep to the denser areas—it’s too big to enter well there.

I turned to the left, dodging between a cluster of tightly packed trees. The rogue crashed into them, snarling in frustration. A small, bitter smile tugged at my lips, but it was short-lived. The howls of more ferals rose in the distance, a haunting reminder that I wasn’t out of danger yet.

“They’re hunting in pack,” I panted, panic creeping into my voice.

We need to find higher ground, Moon suggested, her tone laced with urgency. If they corner us, we’re done for.

My gaze darted around, searching for anything that could give me an advantage. My eyes landed on a rocky outcrop ahead, its surface slick with moss but climbable. I pushed myself harder, my legs burning from all the run.

The rogues’ snarls grew louder as I scrambled up the rocks, my fingers slipping on the damp surface. One of them lunged, its claws grazing my ankle, and I bit back a scream.

Keep going! Moon yelled. You’re almost there!

I hauled myself onto the ledge, collapsing in a heap. Below, the pack circled, their glowing eyes and snapping jaws a stark contrast against the darkness. They couldn’t climb, but their relentless growls told me they wouldn’t give up easily.

“Great,” I muttered, catching my breath. “Now what? We just wait until they starve?”

Moon didn’t answer, her silence heavy with unease.

The rogues paced below, their movements erratic. One of them, smaller but no less feral, let out a sharp bark, drawing the others’ attention. My stomach dropped as they began to spread out, their noses to the ground.

“They’re tracking a way up,” I realized, dread pooling in my chest.

We can’t stay here, Moon said, her voice tight. We need to keep moving.

I forced myself to my feet, wincing as pain shot through my ankle. The wound from the rogue’s claws wasn’t deep, but it throbbed with every step. Gritting my teeth, I scanned the terrain for an escape route.

A narrow path wound its way through the trees, leading further into the forest. It was risky—rogues were known to lay traps in unfamiliar territory—but it was my only option.

With a deep breath, I began my escape plan, careful to avoid loose rocks that could give away my position. The rogues below didn’t notice at first, their attention still on the ledge. But as I slipped into the shadows, one of them let out a guttural snarl, its head snapping in my direction.

“They’ve spotted me,” I hissed, picking up my pace.

Run! Moon barked, her voice a desperate plea.

I sprinted down the path, my breaths ragged and uneven. The forest seemed to close in around me, the trees towering like silent sentinels. The rogues’ howls grew louder, closer, their hunger palpable in the air.

The first one lunged from the side, its claws swiping at my shoulder. I ducked just in time, spinning on my heel to face it. My instincts took over, and I lashed out with a sharp kick to its ribs. It yelped, stumbling back, but another rogue was already charging.

I dodged, rolling to the ground as its claws raked the air where I had been standing. My small size was an advantage, allowing me to climb quickly, but the sheer number of them was frightening.

You can do this, Luna! Moon encouraged, though her voice was strained. Use the trees. Climb if you have to!

I scrambled to my feet, darting towards a nearby tree with low-hanging branches. As I began to climb, a rogue snapped at my heels, narrowly missing. My fingers gripped the rough bark, splinters digging into my skin as I hauled myself up.

The rogues circled below, their growls echoing in the quite forest. One of them—a particularly large and scarred beast—let out a commanding howl, and the others fell silent.

“That can’t be good,” I muttered, my chest heaving.

Alpha rogue, Moon whispered, her tone filled with dread. Be careful.

The scarred rogue stepped forward, its eyes locked onto mine. It didn’t snarl or growl; it simply watched, its gaze cold and calculating. My stomach twisted. This one was different—smarter, more dangerous.

Before I could react, it lunged at the tree, its massive body shaking the trunk. I clung to the branch, but the force of its attack sent me tumbling to the ground.

Damn it.

I hit my side when landing and it pains badly, but the howls knocked some sense of me. I tried to scramble to my feet, but the scarred rogue was already on me.

Its massive paw pinned me to the ground, its claws digging into my shoulder. I gasped, struggling to pushed him away. but it's to heavy, like pushing a big boulder.

Luna! we need to do something. Moon screamed, her voice a mix of panic and fury.

The rogue’s jaws snapped inches from my face, its hot breath fanning against my skin. Its eyes burned with primal hunger, and for the first time, I know what's death means.

“Get off me!” I shouted, fighting under it.

But my strength was nothing compared to it, and the rogue’s grip only tightened. My vision blurred as its teeth inched closer, its growl vibrating through my body.

This was it.

This was how I was going to die.