His Luna

Battle at the entrance

As the noise of approaching horses grew louder, Kirsty's ears perked up, attuned to the distinct sound of their neighs. Her heart pounded in her chest, and a mix of fear and anticipation coursed through her veins. With her eyes still closed, she relied on her heightened senses to gather as much information as possible.

The pain in her head pulsed persistently, a reminder of the ordeal she had endured. It served as a constant reminder of her vulnerable state, restricted by the tight ropes that bound her hands and feet. The constricting bonds dug into her skin, serving as a physical reminder of her captivity. Despite the discomfort and the throbbing pain, Kirsty summoned all her strength to remain calm and focused. She knew that in this critical moment, she needed clarity of mind and the ability to make swift decisions. The sound of approaching horses, coupled with the commotion around her, spurred her senses into heightened awareness.

In her mind's eye, Kirsty visualized the scene unfolding around her. The distant sounds of hooves hitting the ground reverberated through the air, growing closer with each passing moment. The urgency of the situation was not lost on her, and she understood the gravity of what was about to transpire.

As the horses drew nearer, the cacophony of their movements and the jangling of their harnesses intensified. It was a symphony of chaos, an orchestra of impending confrontation. Kirsty's heart pounded in rhythm with the galloping hooves, mirroring the growing tension that permeated the air.

She was laying flat on the surface she could feel the hardwood meeting her bruised back. Kirsty felt a sudden pain in her head as she tried to remember what happened after she lost consciousness and fell to the ground in the warehouse.

She tried to remember the people in her dream. It was a recurring dream that she always tried to remember the details and she knew that it has something to do with her past. She tried to connect the dots and forced herself to picture the faces of people in her dream, but they were all vague. She felt the longing for the people she associated with in her dream but all she could ever see vividly is her own existence in it.

Kirsty tried to curl her body up as she opened her eyes. She was still inside the carriage, alone. She closed her eyes once more and let her instincts lead her to feel the environment she is in now. They were still traveling, and the loud neighs of the horses kept on.

“Watch out!” She heard a man’s voice shout outside. Out of curiosity, she peeked into the small hole carefully, not letting anyone know that she was on the alert for the possible things that might happen. She was still weak and fighting for herself in front of the enemies would be hard for her. She couldn’t even fight for herself, how much more when the situation needed her to save the other slaves. These men would only save themselves, and these slaves including herself would be helpless. Kirsty assumed that these men considered their lives to be more important than the lives of the slaves that they were carrying to the pack.

“Argh!” She hissed. The pain in her head hit her again. And this time, for seconds, she saw a man’s face pass through her mind, in the very same forest that they were nearing to enter.

“Guard yourselves!” Another man’s voice shouted. This brought Kirsty’s attention back to the situation that they were in.

She could feel that something was off as they were nearing entering the forest. The sun started to set in the west and the men started to light their torches. She peeked through the hole in the wooden carriage as the carriage stopped moving. There was a moment of silence as the men went down from their horses and the one-eyed man started to walk in the center. Kirsty’s heart started to pound faster as the men gathered and left the carriages which contained the slaves. They were making their way in front of the carriages and Kirsty felt that they were on alert. It was already dark outside and the only light that Kirsty saw is from the torches that were lit. Her instinct was telling her that danger was around the corner, and she made sure that despite the weakness that she felt, she must be able to protect herself when needed.

“They’re in the forest!” The one-eyed man shouted and this time, he started to untie the eye patch and put it inside his pants pocket.

“I knew it…” Kirsty whispered enough for her to hear her own voice. She knew that the man was just hiding his identity through the eye patch and the way he dressed. This time, there was only one thing that she wanted to know, what was in the forest that made them stop before they could enter the place.

Not any longer, she heard a loud growl, and she knew that it was the same growl from a werewolf. She felt goosebumps as her instinct was telling her that they were in danger now. She was glad that her she-wolf was awake inside her and constantly communicating with her in her mind.

“Be on guard.” Her inner wolf said.

“I am looking outside,” Kirsty replied. Pushing aside the discomfort caused by her bound hands and feet, Kirsty shifted her focus outward. With her eyes closed, she relied on her other senses to gather information about the world beyond her immediate perception. The sounds of rustling leaves, distant howls, and the occasional breeze whispered through the cracks in the walls, painting a vivid picture in her mind.

It was only a growl that came from a single wolf, but it eventually increased in number, and based on Kirsty’s assessment of the growl’s differences, they were five in all. Even if the wound weakened her, it didn’t hamper her ability to differentiate the growls that she heard that were coming from the inside of the dark forest. And to her, it was a good decision that they stopped before they could enter the place for it would be a bloody battle and she couldn’t bear to see lifeless bodies. She couldn’t even provide help. She was at least thankful that the men stopped and were on guard for their safety, even if the safety was only for themselves.

She remained stood on her tied feet even if it was too difficult for her to balance her own body and made sure that she didn’t make any noises as she peeped again in the hole. And this time, she held her breath as she saw three big black wolves that went outside the trees.

“Rogues!” One of the men shouted.

As the word "rogues" echoed through the area, Kirsty's heart skipped a beat. Dread washed over her, threatening to consume her thoughts. The mere mention of rogues sent shivers down her spine, for they represented a dangerous and unpredictable faction outside the structure of traditional packs. Her mind raced, trying to process the implications of their presence. The sudden appearance of rogues in the vicinity heightened the tension and signaled a potential threat.

“No…this can’t be.” She whispered. And this time, her inner wolf was on alert so that the moment Kirsty needs her presence, she could immediately transform into her own white wolf.

Kirsty did her best to calm herself in this dangerous situation that she was in, much more that they were not yet within the vicinity of the pack.

Outside the pack means danger, and rogues were outside. She may be a rogue but she’s harmless. As the growls grew louder, Kirsty's heightened senses detected the presence of not just one, but two individuals approaching. The distinct scent of another wolf mixed with the unmistakable aroma of a human. She knew immediately that these newcomers were not to be taken lightly.

She was expecting to see the terrified look of the men that were with them but to her surprise, an amused look of the man that was wearing an eye patch caught her attention. She wouldn’t deny that the man got the looks that would draw women to him and much more of the strengths that he showed. The rogues were standing on the opening of the forest as if the said place was theirs.

“Leave the place. Or blood will shed.” The man who wore the eye patch declared in front of the rogues.

As Sam's words hung in the air, a tense silence settled over the scene. Kirsty's keen senses picked up on the undercurrent of danger that permeated the atmosphere. The rogues, known for their defiance and independent nature, were unyielding in their response to his command.

The man who wore the eye patch seemed unfazed by their defiance. Instead, he let out a chilling laugh, his demeanor transforming into something sinister. Kirsty's instincts sharpened further, a sense of unease settling in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't shake the feeling that something malevolent was about to unfold.

“You can’t order us.” He said as he roamed his sight to the number of carriages that were on the back. Her attention was drawn to the line of closed carriages parked nearby. The sight sent a jolt of concern through her. She knew that those carriages contained innocent slaves, whose lives were hanging in the balance. The connection between the rogues and the carriages became evident, and it sent a shiver down Kirsty's spine.

“Let’s see.” A wicked smile curled Sam's lips, revealing his determination to protect his pack and regain control over the situation. He saw an opportunity amidst the chaos, an opportunity to force the rogues into submission and save the lives of the enslaved individuals. With a calculated gleam in his eye, Sam devised a plan. He would play their game, using their own rules against them. The man who wore the eye patch now revealed as Sam, was not one to be underestimated. His past experiences had honed his cunning and resourcefulness, and he would employ every tool at his disposal to achieve his objectives. The tension in the air intensified as the standoff between Sam and the rogues reached its zenith. Kirsty's inner wolf bristled with anticipation, ready to heed her instincts and act in defense of the pack. She knew that the coming moments would be pivotal, with the fate of both the enslaved and hers hanging in the balance.