The Evil Luna

Mate!

It was morning again.

I licked my chapped lips, unblinkingly staring outside through the small window of the cell where sunlight filtered in.

Once again, I didn't get a wink of sleep throughout the night.

I stared around the tiny cell I have been locked up in for five years.

Ever since I had that dream that brought back all of my lost memories, I have never been the same.

My fingers were itching to do something, my mind was working out the different ways I could kill and my mouth watered, hungry and tasty for blood.

I wanted revenge from the people that destroyed my life.

Werewolves and witches have always gone neck to neck and it wouldn't have become a problem if both races kept to their boundaries but, the werewolves were ambitious and greedy people.

Three years ago, they started a war against us witches that unfortunately took away Mom and Dad and little Stephanie my sister.

I can vividly remember how their necks were ripped open right in front of me, how their innocent blood was spilled by these creatures blinded by greed, how they brutally met death.

They were good people. They didn't deserve it at all.

My parents had locked away my witch abilities mainly to stop me from causing trouble so I was unable to even try to save them. I was forced to helplessly watch the scene, feeling my heart being ripped apart, the horror of it weakening my knees, shutting off my brain and causing me to collapse.

By the time I was awake again, I had forgotten everything. I didn't even know who I was, I also couldn't tell why they spared my life.

I was transported to the werewolf kingdom and locked inside this tiny cell that could barely fit my whole body.

Somehow, I managed to survive three years without my memories but a month ago, I had that dream. The very one I have been so desperate to forget. It led me to remember everything.

The naive clueless me without my memories was gone. And now all I wanted... all I craved for, was blood.

I used the small dagger I possessed to cut my finger and went over to the wall to write a number along with the series of numbers that were already there.

One thousand one hundred days.

That is how long I have been here. That is the amount of time I have numbered my days here on the wall and with my blood.

Perhaps, it was because even without my memory, I didn't want to forget how much suffering I had gone through. Still going through.

A series of aligned footsteps outside had me focusing on the door. Two of the guards were here and no, they weren't bringing me food. They were unlocking the door which was strange.

In the years I have been here, they have never unlocked my door on random days like today, not even to pee or do other business. We were only allowed once in a month to take our baths and from my calculation there are still two weeks left.

I stared at the guards as they finished unlocking the door. I wondered if they knew I could split open their necks from this distance by reciting a few spells if only I could unlock my powers that were trapped within me by my parents.

“Come out, witch.” One of them shouted, impatiently waiting for me. I approached them and they wrapped me up in chains before they started leading me down the narrow corridor.

We took a left turn after and this was when suspicion laced my eyes. They have never taken me this way before.

Could it be that today was the day? Have they finally decided to kill me?!

“W-where are you taking me?” I asked but the moment I did, a whip landed on my back, cutting through my skin. My face contorted in pain but no sound left my lips.

“Shut up and move.” the guard ordered and I did just that, afraid of being whipped again. A stroke of this whip was unbearably painful.

They soon shoved me into a group of other prisoners. All females. They were lined up neatly, all of them with haggard and worn out faces but I could bet I looked the worst. I probably looked like the possessed version of myself.

“Why are we here? What's happening?” I heard one prisoner whisper to another prisoner and decided to listen in.

“I heard the King is coming soon.”

The King? My brows pulled up immediately.

They were gasps from the people who believed it but not me, I knew she was most definitely lying. What would the King come here to do of all places?

“I heard he wanted to see all of us female prisoners. Who knows? One of us might be picked and freed of this place.

“Or killed.” I added and they all turned around to look at me.

I shrugged my shoulders at them before leaving to join the next line.

The King as I have remembered was a very ruthless and unforgiving man. Did they really think he had so much free time as to come here personally to free one of us? How delusional.

Once the guards had gathered everyone, a warrior came in. I could tell he was a warrior judging by his clothes and his taut hard face.

“The King will be here anytime soon. I want everyone to be on their best behaviors. That is, if you do not want to meet a tragic end. Be as quiet as possible and don't ask questions. He doesn't like it.”

The King was really coming here?! Was he not afraid of being attacked by the crazy people here?

Good. I couldn't wait to see what he looked like.

My first murder.

There was a sudden rush of footsteps and someone whispered something to the warrior who quickly rushed to the door as he welcomed the person that had just arrived.

The King.

Powerful footsteps followed and I raised my head to look, meeting a set of emerald green eyes. His jaws were clenched tightly as if angry, a dangerous foreboding aura following him around as he stood in front of us, eyes scanning through the prisoners carefully.

“You know what I am here for, so come out.” his voice rang out powerfully and we all glanced at each other wondering who he was talking about.

A snarl left him. I could tell he looked completely pissed and whoever was responsible for it was done for.

His head tilted after waiting in foreboding silence for a few seconds. “Good. I'll find you myself.”

He took a step forward in front of one of the prisoners, staring carefully at her before he moved to the next.

For some reasons, my stomach dipped in nervousness watching this scene. Was he trying to catch someone?

He did that with every prisoner and my hands were becoming sweaty the closer he got to me, the closer his footsteps sounded.

Now, he was in front of me. I lowered my gaze to the floor, trying to control my breathing as I felt his eyes raking all over me.

A deep growl rumbled in his chest for a few seconds, scaring the hell out of me. My palms were all sweaty, shivers ran down my spine as I waited for him to pass on to the next person but he didn't.

“Look at me.” he commanded and I couldn't disobey. My eyes slowly lifted to meet his. His eyes pierced into mine, an intense emotion in them that I could not understand.

Was I the person he came to catch? Perhaps, they found out I got back all my memories and have come to kill me.

“What's your name?”

“Maeve.”

“Maeve?” he tasted the name on his lips. “I see now... you're a witch.”

Yes. And it wasn't something I could hide from a bunch of werewolves. They could always smell out who was their kind and who was not. I slowly nodded my head to his question, looking at him just in time to see his eyes completely turn black.

Fear crept into me. He looked as if he was resisting something inside him since his lips was already curled wickedly but then, there was no way I could see what was coming next. He suddenly grabbed my neck, his hand completely wrapping around it, breathing hard, hot breaths that covered my face in heat as his thumb gently stroked my sensitive skin.

“Well Maeve...” he breathed heavily, eyes still black as he whispered the words that left me paralyzed. “You're mine... mate!”

The inhuman growl that followed seized my heart in fear as he suddenly buried his head into my neck, his skin tasting mine, igniting something unnamed inside me.

My brain froze, none of what was happening was settling in. It felt as if I was being transported to another world. It felt as if this was not real and maybe it wasn't.

Maybe it wasn't really real. I chanted.