Hexed Luna

Otis's POV

“No! No! Take anything you want but please spare me!”

“Please! No! He's my only child, please spare us, Please…!”

“Y…you all are blood suckers! You don't deserve to roam the surface of the earth!”

“Demons, that's what you all are!” The flickering fire, burning of houses and screams all sounded in the distance as my dad tried to get us to escape through the secret passageway.

The sounds of killing and screams of pains and anguish almost made my brain explode.

I held my mom tight as I didn't want to be separated from my family. Our steps were quick and silent as we spoke in hushed tones to avoid being discovered by the enemies.

The floor creaked with every step we took, dad instructed us to get rid of our shoes to lessen the noise.

My heart raced fast as I held on more tightly to mom. I tried to block out the sounds as I recognized the familiar voices pleading for their lives to be spared. I didn't want to hear them but the attempts I made to block them out had little effect.

“Hey! You, stop those people from escaping” Their voices sounded from behind us. I could sense the fear coming from my dad as he realized we've been discovered.

Run! Run! My dad's voice echoed in my ears, just then I heard my mom let out a sharp cry, a nail had penetrated through her foot but she couldn't care the least as we kept on running for our lives, my dad picking me up and increasing our pace.

Don't even stress yourselves by running! Your pack has been completely blocked by our pack! Not even one of you can escape! They let out an ugly laugh.

Mom's pace was gradually decreasing, blood kept gushing out of her foot, her eyes getting weaker and weaker, the feel of her hands on mine was getting weaker, finally she collapsed to the ground.

The enemies were catching up and there wasn't much we could do. Go! Run Otis! I'll hold them off! My dad's voice rang in my ears, I couldn't get myself to obey this instruction as I prefer to die with them than live without them.

Go Otis! Run! Live for us! Mom said with a weak voice from the ground. Go! The walls of tears I've been building suddenly burst open, seeing there wasn't much left for me to do, I ran as fast as my little feets could carry me.

"D*mn Blood moon pack! I'll tear you all to shreds!" I looked back only for me to see the Blood moon pack had already caught up with my parents and my dad holding them off, blocking them from emerging further.

I looked at my mom and at that moment I felt as if I could read her eyes. "Go on Otis! Live for us!"

I could hear my mom scream, her voice held grief and pain, could it be they already killed my dad? Suddenly another scream broke out, this time, the tone’s different from the last, a scream of one losing its own life, and it was from my mom! My heart shredded into pieces at this moment as I picked up my pace.

I can't give these demons the satisfaction of catching up with me after they killed my parents. With trembling feets, I ran down the mountains and succeeded in escaping the Blood moon pack.

But the danger is yet to be over as I've never been out of the interior of my pack, I still kept on running as I had no idea where I was headed, I let the winds guide my path.

I looked up at the moon which had turned red in the sky, I looked back at my once beautiful and peaceful community being burnt to the ground.

“ Blood moon pack I swear you'll pay for what you've caused me today!” I said with a heart full of pain, agony and sorrow.

I kept on running into the dawn of the day, my feets bruised and sore from running all night, my head banging and vision becoming blurry.

I couldn't hold myself up anymore as I observed my environment, everything looked particularly unfamiliar, from the smell, to the flowers to the hills and trees.

The atmosphere was still, as if the wind had ceased from blowing, and everything remained calm.

But, suddenly the trees began to shake, and I could hear the rattling sound of fallen branches cracking on the ground. Someone or something is watching me!

I tried to run but my feets betrayed me, suddenly a giant wolf leapt out of the hiding and immediately launched towards me. No! No! I can't die like this, not now, not after my parents' sacrifice. Nooo!

My eyes snapped open. Dream!

“Not this dream again”, I muttered to myself as I slowly regained consciousness. I slowly sat up from the bed and moved my stiff limbs, making little cracking sounds as if my bones were breaking.

The fear from the nightmare still lingered in my mind as I could feel my heart beating fast and hard.

Seven years. It's been seven years since that day and my past still haunts me.

The morning breeze slipping through the cracks in this cramped little cupboard, my thin top is no protection against this cold. I hugged myself and clutched the worn sheets in my hand, going back and forth, nodding my head trying to fight back the tears that threatened to pour out.

I promise myself never to be weak again.

"D*mn Blood moon pack! I'll surely have my revenge!" I pulled my sheets to cover the top of my body to give a little warmth against the harsh cold.

There's no way this sheet could hold out. The noise coming from the warriors out on the training ground sounded distant in my ears, I quickly got out of bed to go join in the training, my only aim is to become stronger to avenge my parents!

After that day, I was rescued by a group of Rogues who fought and defeated the man eating wolf, they took me in after hearing my story to become one of their own. I never truly fit in here, I was unique in all ways, one of which is that most wolves starts with the yellow-like eyes, these eyes enable them to see clearly in the dark, we were shifters eyes will change from yellowish to blue after our first kill. A were creature with red eyes indicates power and authority.

My eyes are emerald with flakes of silver when examined closely, my hair is silvery white like that of the clear moon, it's length reaching my waist.

I also have the power to command nature, the trees, flowers, grasses, they all bloom and blossom whenever I touch them.

I wasn't always like this. I could vividly recall that night in my pack, I was seated on my dad's lap, my mom sat opposite us, the candle burning bright in the middle of the room, the peaceful atmosphere and the voices of children playing outside filled my ears.

We just finished eating dinner when my dad picked me up. “Hey cupcake, are you full?” My dad asked, using his hands to tuck in the strand of hair that escaped the rest behind my ears.

“Yes dad” I said with a smiley face trying to smoothen out my hair myself, I hate for my hair to get dirty and scattered.

“Mum, why is my hair so white?” I asked mom who just returned from the kitchen, she cast a glance at my dad and I saw him nod as if giving his approval of something.

Well I had to know why I had such high maintenance hair, turns out my hair’s not the only thing about me that’s high maintenance.