His Mysterious Luna

She ran with all the strength she had, but still she knew she could never outrun him, forever. She could hear the footsteps closing in on her. Her tired body was about to give up, but still she found a strange strength in her to run faster. What it was, she had no idea, and she didn’t care as well, as long as this strength took her far, far away from the one who was chasing her. In the pitch black darkness, the forest seemed darker. Her eyes couldn’t see anything, but still it seemed as if she was seeing the path on which she ran — she didn’t collide with any tree in this thick forest, for one. How did she end up here — again, she had no idea. She should feel the shortness of breath, but she didn’t. But this wasn’t the time to ponder over these thoughts. She had an important task — task to run and save her life. A blinding light made her shut her eyes in irritation. Where it came from? No idea. When she opened her eyes next time, the light was gone, but a faint streak of soft white light beaconed her. She should be wary of it, because it was crazy and so abnormal. But again, it was not the time to hold a debate on what was normal and what was abnormal. The soil under her feet was little moist, but she didn’t slip even for once. How could this be possible?! No idea. And she was accustomed to strange things happening all around her. No matter how much had tried to understand the logic behind those, she couldn’t find any. That soft light led her to the boundary of the forest, and then disappeared. She could see lights in distance. It seemed as if it was big house in the center and small houses on its both sides. She could go there, ask help from the occupants. What could go wrong?! She barely stepped out of the forest when something hit her, with so much force that her whole body ached from the impact. She was thrown to the surface, and twigs dug in her back. She groaned in discomfort, instantly missing her soft bed at home. Am I finally caught? Being caught is better than being dead, right? She tried to open her eyes but her lids were too heavy to be opened. And now she was experiencing the aftermath of running. Her body started to ache everywhere, or it could be the recent impact she had had. She wasn’t sure. There was a weight on her body. Is this a man? She tried to open her eyes, or move her hands but couldn’t. It seemed as if her body had been restrained. Her heartbeat was twice than normal, and it hurt like hell. One moment she was absolutely fine running miles, and the next she felt lifeless. She could hear the growling but she wasn’t sure because she was also hearing thudding of her heart. She expected fear to rise in her, but the feeling never came. I should fear! Why that stupid feeling isn’t engulfing me when the physical pain is trying to end my life? She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream, and she wanted to wrap herself in a cozy blanket and gaze at beautiful dark sky. She felt the movement, and she expelled a long breath when the weight lifter off slightly. “I’m out of adrenaline,” she said, her sweet voice barely a whisper. Then the darkness engulfed her. ************* He had always felt that night was his companion, silent and mysterious, hiding endless secrets in its core. He knew the monsters lurked in this darkness, waiting for a prey to walk into their trap. The vicious monsters like him liked the moment when that prey, oblivious to everything, walked right into the web. What’s the fun of chasing fragile preys when they come to him willingly? But sometimes, this fascinating night would become so lonely that he’d almost loath it. It would get to his head! He was walking on the boundary of his territory after a very long run, making sure it was safe, and no enemy dared to take advantage of night to attack his pack. His eyes pierced through the pitch black darkness, his ears perched up to hear any movement. Then he heard it— a soft thudding on the wet surface of the forest. He could hear the twigs breaking, but he could not smell anything. This was strange. Too strange! His sense of smell was the strongest, but somehow it didn’t work today. And this happened for the first time. Strange! He peered into the darkness, and then he saw a purple hue. He scoffed. Am I seeing the things now? No he wasn’t. It was closing in. This could be a danger… of what sort he wasn’t sure, yet. Then his piercing eyes focused on the said danger, and he growled in annoyance. Someone was trespassing. Doesn’t this i***t have a death wish? Apparently so. A blinding fury took over his senses and he lurched forward with the intent of causing so much harm. His big form knocked the danger down and he heard ‘oumph’ in sickening sweet voice. He hated sweetness! So overrated. He leaned down to smell this stupid stranger, but there was no smell on this stupid stranger. But he could smell the wet soil, the fruits on the trees, the leaves. He could smell his beta who was miles away except this stupid stranger that laid unmoving under him. This was a tiny girl dressed in purple clothes. Did these clothes glow? He scoffed at his stupidity. Is she a human? Or a she-wolf? Or a vampire? Or a hunter? Or a fae? Or a witch? No. She is none of them. The beast growled in fury. Everyone of them have a distinct smell. How could she not have one? The scary beast lifted himself off her,and her expelled breath fanned on his thick fur. The felt something, but what it was he wasn’t sure. He never experienced this before. Perhaps, I should not kill her, the sly beast in his head said — after all she had intrigued him. “I’m out of adrenaline,” he heard her saying. The beast almost rolled his eyes. Stupid stranger! She is thinking about adrenaline wearing off when she should be worried for her life. What should I do with her? The beast thought.