Blood and Moon: A wolf God's dilemma

Sprinting through the woods, he could hear the sounds of running footsteps after him. His hand pressed on his wounded side, as he gritted his teeth. He needed to get out of here and get to a safe spot. He did not want them to catch up to him, lest he was done for.

He could hear howls some distance away from him, and he ran into the opposite. He didn't want to clash with another rival pack. His eyes caught the sight of a small hidden cave, and he ran to it.

He limped in and hid behind a boulder, his lips pressed together to suppress any sound from it.

His fingers morphed into claws and his eyes glowed yellow, as he anticipated an attack.

Luckily for him, his pursuers ran past the cave. He heaved a sigh of relief, as his claws reverted to fingers and the yellow glow in his eyes, slowly faded away.

He walked further into the cave and sat on a boulder. His back leaned against the wall and he seethed, from the pain of his healing. " How could she?" He asked himself with anger evident in his voice.

"She played me, she played me." He said in regret and buried his fist Into the wall. Taking out his fist, a hole that was just an inch deep, surfaced. "I'm weak. I'm...Aaaah!!"

He gritted his teeth again, as the pain intensified. He took his hand off the wound, as soon as the bleeding stopped. He stood up, walked outside the cave, and began to run back to where he had come from.

The more he ran, the more his energy replenish. With a loud howl, he jumped into the air and morphed into a big black wolf.

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The bar was noisy with blaring music that could burst an eardrum and the flashy disco ball illuminating multiple colors of light in the hall. Sitting at the bar section, she looked a little bit drunk as she smiled sheepishly at the different men in the club.

She grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured herself some. She sipped from it a little and smiled again at the wine steward, while also while she tried to gauge an expression from him.

"Hey, cutie." She said with a husky voice, her eyes roaming around his with a sensual look. He was nervous and she was loving it. "You want to play?" She asked him with a slight smile on her lips as her hand traveled on his.

"Excuse me." He told her and walked away to attend to another person, much to her disappointment. She smiled again and sipped her drink as her eyes observed her surroundings, everyone, at least who she observed was drinking happily, flirting and even dancing, doing all kinds of stuff, and she was the only one who felt horrible...

Her Countenance changed as her eyes locked onto a man. He was sitting at the other side of the bar and quickly looked away, as her eyes met his. She was fuming and her grip on the bottle tightened a little.

"Hey handsome, care to tell the man over there to come here? " She asked the steward who nodded and did as asked. She watch him go and whisper something to the man, who turned to look at her. She smiled and gestured at him to come, and he did hesitantly.

Walking towards her, the man gave a somewhat forced smile. "Madison..." He was saying when she chipped in.

"How much did my dad pay you, Jackson, to spy on me?" She asked him seductively and smiled as her eyes traveled to his thick muscles that were exposed from the white tank top he wore.

He was fair skin, with jet black hair. His muscles were thick and alluring and his eyes were blue. He looked quite charming but he wasn't enough to seduce her.

"Madison your father…" he stopped in between as she interrupted him, with a finger on his lips but it didn't help his anxiety.

"… Blah Blah Blah." Madison interrupted unconcerned. She gestured at him to take a seat close to her and he obliged. "How much does my father pay you for this?... Two thousand dollars? Fourteen thousand dollars? Or maybe twenty-five. How about that, huh? " She asked him as her eyes moved drowsily.

"You are drunk Madison," Jackson told her and tried to stand up but she stopped him.

"Don't… Sit back and join me." She protested and gestured to the barman to come over. "A bottle of whiskey for this guy over here." She said and gulped down hers.

"We need to go Madison." He declined to look quite composed and unconcerned.

"You are no fun…you hear me? You are a fun killer." She said the last part so erotically that he reacted, which made her smile a little bit. "Why don't we have fun…just the two of us? Behind closed doors, slow music and…"

"That's enough. We are going." He said and helped her up despite her protest. He paid the barman and took her outside the club.

"Let me go." She said while struggling to push him with her small hands but he princess-carried her instead. He walked towards a parked limo.

Finally being able to wrench free, Madison ran back into the club. She did not want to go back home yet, after escaping from there. She was still upset with her family and wanted to drown her sorrows here.

She mixed in with the group of people dancing to the music that blared from the speakers. Her eyes were locked onto Jackson, who had come in looking for her.

The building was a two-story and there were bars on each floor. The higher floors were for the rich and high class like herself but she preferred the lowest. She did not want to act all classy and stuffs but wanted to be carefree and act as she wants.

She knew that if she was going to escape Jackson, she needed to go to the upper floor, so she walked toward the stairs and headed there.

The higher floors were calmer, with high-class people dancing softly to the slow jazz music, while some played bet games. The whole place looked quite fancy. She headed toward a bar and ordered a bottle of fernet.

Taking the bottle, she sipped a little and her face contorted from the bitterness. She didn't care as she began taking it in huge sips.

"Isn't that too strong for a lady like you?" She heard a muffled voice ask her and her eyes diverted to the stranger. "My name is Noah." He said and extended his hand for a handshake.

"Madison." She replied with a seductive smile on her lips and returned the shake quickly withdrawing her hands.

"Hey, why don't we take a bottle of champ huh?" He offered as his eyes scrutinized her, with an evil glint in his eyes. "You came alone?" Noah asked her as the steward poured out drinks for them, she knew she should not drink but she was annoyed and drank the whole glass he offered to her.

"Yeah, I did... Wanted to get away from all those..." She wanted to say but halted. She barely knew who this man was and she was already about to tell him everything, she cleared her throat and fixed her slightly crumpled dress.

"I understand," Noah said with a smile. "We don't always get what we want, do we?" He asked and handed her the glass, he talked as if he knew her like the back of his hand, which made her scoff at him.

"I guess so," Madison replied with a nervous smile and sipped a little from her drink. She was feeling a little dizzy and tired at the same time, maybe it was because the alcohol was too strong for her but she didn't care, this was what she wanted.

"You know what? I want to use the restroom." Madison said and excused herself. Although it was her first time here, it didn't take her long enough to locate the restroom.

She walked inside and thankfully, it was quite empty and quiet, at first she wanted to just wet her face a little and redo her makeup while thinking of everything that happened but seems that could never happen.

The door behind her swung open, startling her. "What are you doing here?" She asked as she noticed it was the man from the bar, who had offered her champagne.

"Oh so this is the female restroom?..." he asked with his eyes scrutinizing their surrounding. "... Oh well, at least we are here...Alone from all the noise." He said and took a step towards her, causing her to move back, she never liked to be in an enclosure with a man, it reminded her of her past, which she could never accept.

"Tell you what?... How about we go back and talk over a bottle of champagne?" Madison asked nervously and chuckled.

"Huh?" The man mumbled as he kept walking toward her. "Why?... Can't we stay here together?" He asked her as he forcefully grabbed her wrist.

"Leave me alone!" Madison ordered as she tried to free her wrist but he pinned her to the wall. "Help me!!" Madison screamed out, as the smell of Alcohol, assaulted her sense of smell.

"Tsk Tsk... Don't bother, no one's gonna hear your screams." He told her and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ears.

"What do you want from me?" Madison asked with tear-filled eyes.

"Hmmm..." He mumbled and brought his lips so close to her ears. "I want to hear you moan." He whispered to her.

A/N: Dear readers, do you like it? add to your shelf and leave a review. I need your opinion on the book and will appreciate it if you do so. Thank you and God bless you.

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