THE DIARY OF A LUNA WOLF

MOONWALK

As life slowly drained out of my body and my Visio gradually became more blurry as a result of oxygen flow in my brain, I suddenly heard a loud growl from behind me. This made the werewolf which was squeezing the life out of me to drop me on the ground instantaneously.

I immediately clutched on to my neck to relieve a bit of the excruciating pain I was experiencing, while taking quick deep breaths, trying to fill my dying lungs. The two werewolves both engaged themselves in a battle, fighting each other vigorously with the aim of definitely killing themselves. I sat down there watching them fight over me with no clue or idea what was going on or how I got here.

I must admit the thought of it all being a dream came into my head at some point but the blood slowly dropping from my nose and the little I still had on my lips made it clear to me that this was real as it could.

The werewolf that had attacked me earlier had blue eyes while the one that came to my rescue had, who from the look of things also needed to be rescued, had brown glowing eyes. It didn’t take long for the first werewolf to defeat the werewolf that came to rescue me, he wasted no time to inflict deep wounds and blows to it’s opponent and suddenly realizing I was still seated there on the floor, it quickly turned his gaze and full attention to me which caused a sharp pulse in my chest. The werewolf had scary looking teeth and a hideous face to match with it. I thought of getting up yo run but from what I’ve seen it do tonight, I knew that was a hopeless cause.

It slowly walked towards me and with each step it took, my heart raced even farther and I felt like I was going to eventually pass out before he even got to me. Then suddenly, I heard another loud growl from within the woods, this one was much more different from the rest and made me feel like I was going crazy and immediately, the blue-eyed werewolf that had already drawn close to me took off and ran into the woods.

While still gasping to catch my breath after the tumultuous encounter I just had, I remembered the badly injured werewolf that had come to my rescue who was still lying on the ground. I sure hope it isn’t dead because I really needed some serious explanations for all that just transpired. Sliding my hands gently through its fur, I could feel a sense of connection, like a sudden spark through my veins. Who won’t? If they were experiencing the impossible, like I was. I had never seen a werewolf from this close before, nor touched one. In fact, I never even believed they existed, but here I am feeling one in my palms.

I kept rubbing my hands on its skin smoothly with the aim to offer if a bit of comfort as I could tell it was passing through a lot of pain but like all werewolves, as I’ve heard in the past, was beginning to heal itself and its wound were slowly closing up. I was so fixated and hoping for it to get completely healed that I forgot I might actually be in great danger once it does and is back to full strength. I kept on watching on till each wound had closed up then I finally came to my senses… “I’m sitting right beside a beast in the middle of nowhere!”, I screamed to myself.

“Growlllll!” The werewolf was suddenly back on its feet and furiously growling at my face. Gush, I’ve had more than enough of this for just one night, felt I was going to lose my mind if it continues. Unlike with the other werewolf, I didn’t feel scared of this one. Something inside of me just felt unthreatened and was so certain I wasn’t going to experience any sort of harm from this werewolf.

It took quite a while but it eventually shut the hell up and all the while I sat there on the floor staring into its brown glowing eyes feeling totally unscathed. By the time it stopped growling and surprisingly was now also staring straight into my eyes. I felt immensely drowned in an unwavering stream of emotions like I had reached the paramount of s****l arousement and a sensational feeling as goosebumps and chills had taken full control of my body and mind.

For a second, I felt like I was going to… to kids the werewolf and from the look of its eyes I’m afraid it also felt the same way.

This I must confess is ranked number one of the weirdest sort of emotions I’ve ever experienced, nothing comes close to it.

“Bet this is stupid!” I thought, but in that moment it felt unreal. It wasn’t just the odd feeling or how crazy it was to be feeling affectionate about a werewolf, but it was more of about the history I’ve believed to have with them.

Anytime I thought or heard the wolf “werewolf”, the first thought that comes to my head is how my parents were killed. Although the police had closed the case and called it a car accident, I knew otherwise because I was the only survival from that night’s incident and despite just being six years old, the images were still very fresh and clear in my memory.

Clear as if it was yesterday it all happened, and I’m very certain, “they weren’t killed that night by a car accident but by a f**king werewolf”, I screamed in my head and quickly pulled out the silver-lined pin I had used to hold my hair upright and stabbed the werewolf, straight into it’s left arm and suddenly I felt released from its entanglement which opened my eyes to see the real danger I was in…