His Fanged Luna

Emma.I slammed the stack of pictures down on the editor's desk, my voice trembling as I spoke. "Another attack, Mr. Karl. Another one just last night. You can't keep ignoring this." Karl barely glanced up from his computer, adjusting his glasses in that slow, deliberate way that always made me irritated. “Emma,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair like he had all the time in the world, “what people want to read isn’t wild animals running through the woods. They want celebrity gossip, local scandals, you know, stuff that sells.” I crossed my arms, trying to keep my voice steady. “People are dying, Mr. Karl. I’m talking about lives here, not some silly drama about who cheated on who." "You'll watch your tone, miss Emma.” his voice rose a notch and I stepped back. Mr. Karl sighed, tapped his pen against his notepad, his eyes locking onto mine with what looked like sympathy. “Emma, you’re good at what you do, but I’m running a business. People eat up the gossip like candy, but they

Emma.The next morning, I sat at the breakfast table, staring blankly at my omelet and half eaten toast. The kitchen was warm, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the sound of clinking plates, but my thoughts were miles away, back to the woods, to that strange man. And now, the gray wolf."Emma, are you listening?" My mother’s voice snapped me back to the present.I blinked, shaking my head. "Sorry, Mom. What did you say?""You’ve barely touched your food, and you’ve been looking out the window all morning,” she set a plate of eggs in front of me. “Emma said she saw a wolf last night," Alec cut in, curling his salad. My family didn't eat much, in fact, I could say they didn't like food. But mum always cooked for me, she claimed. I swallowed hard and interrupted him, "I know what I saw, Alec.""We’ve been over this, Emma. You were in shock. That man you encountered in the woods, he was dangerous, but there’s no wolf. It’s just your mind playing tricks on you."I leaned f

I blinked, trying to shake the fog from her mind, my heart still racing. “Get off me!" I yelled, clutching my bleeding neck. He was the man from the forest the other night. "It's you!” The man hissed and grabbed me again despite my struggles, “I'm sorry, let me heal you." For some reason, his voice made me freeze, commanding and alluring, like the poetic siren's call. I held still and his lips touched my neck, a brief wet kiss that sent shivers down my spine. When he pulled away, the wound was gone. “How?" “My body can heal and I'm sorry I bit you, I was just carried away." “Wait. What just happened? You... you turned into a wolf, and now you’re—” I backed up a step, my voice rising, “—a man?”“My name is Kael. I'm a werewolf," I was about to speak when he held up his hands, his expression calm. “I know this is a lot to take in, Emma, but I need you to trust me.”“How did you know my name?” I flinched. Trust you?!” I laughed, the sound more hysterical than I intended. “You just.

Emma.I backed away from the door as the old man approached, my body shaking uncontrollably. I pressed myself against the cold wall, trying to put as much distance between us as possible, but he kept coming. His eyes were sharp, and his expression darkened with each step he took toward me."You think you're clever, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice low and venomous. "You come here, thinking you can steal what belongs to my family? My daughter’s place? Her happiness?"I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, each beat louder than the last. “I don’t even know your daughter,” I managed to say, my voice trembling. “I’m not here to take anything from anyone.”His face twisted into a sneer. “Don’t lie to me! You think I’ve spent all these years serving this pack, earning my place, just to let someone like you ruin everything? I’ve worked for the crown, for my family’s honor, and you—” his voice rose, his face inches from mine, “you think you can stop me?”“I’m not trying to stop you,” I s

Emma.I stood frozen, eyes wide with shock, unable to comprehend the scene before me. My heart raced, thudding so loud it drowned out everything else. The man laid on the table, blood pooling beneath him, staining the blue rug. It was like something out of a nightmare. My family stood around the body, calm, as if this was just another day.“Mom?" My voice was soft, breathy. I couldn't say anything else. Was this a robbery gone wrong? "Emma, get behind me, now," Kael commanded, his voice low and firm. His stance was protective, already sensing the danger before I could."Emma," my mother, Barbara, called out softly, stepping toward me. "I didn’t expect you home today. You should—"“What… what is this?” I stammered, pointing at the blood, at the lifeless body. My legs felt like they might give out, and I stumbled back. My mother looked lost for a second and she didn't know what to say, she opened her mouth and then snapped it shut. “I said get behind me, now." Kael said, getting ten