His Slave Luna

His Slave Luna: Prologue “I had already given up on life, but thanks to you, I found the strength to embrace life anew. And now, I choose to live it with you.” The surrounding chaos was deafening. The Moonbane Pack was under attack once more, the air filled with the terrifying howls of rogues and desperate cries. I knew this was my chance, my opportunity to escape this hellish place. Without a second thought, I slipped out of the packhouse, disappearing into the dense forest. My heart pounded in my chest as I ran, my feet pounding against the forest floor, and my breathing ragged and labored. I didn’t know where I was going, but I knew I had to keep moving. The wind whipped through my hair, while the scent of pine needles filled my nostrils. I pushed my battered body to its limits, ignoring the pain that shot through my legs with every stride, and the burning in my lungs. I focused on one thing: escape. I had to get away from the Moonbane Pack, to leave behind a life of suffering and despair. I ran and ran until my body ached, and my breath grew ragged. But I refused to stop. I had to keep going, no matter what. I had to break free from the chains of slavery, to claim my freedom. Not until a terrifying growl echoed behind me, freezing me in my tracks. I turned to face the source of the sound while my heart was pounding in my chest. There, I saw a fearsome rogue wolf emerge from the shadows, its eyes fixed on me with a predatory glint. I stumbled backward because my feet were caught in the roots of a tree. Fear gripped my heart as the rogue drew closer while its fangs bared. I just closed my eyes, bracing myself for the inevitable, but the attack never came. Because instead of the expected pain, I just heard another, more powerful growl. A sound that sent shivers down my spine. I opened my eyes, and there, I saw a majestic silver wolf standing over the rogue and its teeth sunk deep into its neck. The rogue let out a final, agonized howl before falling silent while I watched the whole cruel scene. Then the silver wolf turned its gaze towards me. I noticed its glowing eyes softened, and its expression filled with compassion. Suddenly, I just felt a sense of safety and protection. My eyes remained fixed on the silver wolf who was oddly familiar as it approached me, its powerful strides slowing as it drew closer. Until its head lowered as its eyes met mine. In a moment of instinctive trust, I leaned forward, resting my head against its soft fur. I knew this silver wolf was a stranger but at the same time oddly familiar. Suddenly, I felt strong arms encircling me, a comforting warmth enveloping my trembling body, offering comfort and protection. Until a gentle and reassuring voice broke the silence. “Behati…” ***