Luna's Uprising

The slick sounds of my bare feet running desperately on the muddy ground mix with the cold, heavy rain and hail. As much as the hard and blistering cold rain stings on my barely covered skin, I wish it would rain even heavier. I wish it was strong enough to drown out any sound and any trace I’m leaving on my tracks behind.My accelerated breathing echoes through the pitch-black woods while I run for my dear life. The only light source is coming from the lightning. The lightning and thunder give this entire scenario a vibe like in a book or movie. The perfect mystery/ horror moment. Only that this isn’t some story, it’s my real life. A life I’m running out on right now.As much as I try to be as silent as possible, I know they can hear and sense me. There’s no way I am able to cover my tracks, not from them. No matter how fast I run, I can clearly hear them hot on my tracks only a few feet behind. I can clearly hear my husband, who's also my mate! The last couple of days left, no doub

Cold and of dampness smelling air fill my nostrils while my hazed mind is trying to come to senses. Something seems wrong, but I’m unable to make out what it is. My limbs feel heavy and cold. A cold breeze causes me to shiver and goosebumps to rise all over my body.I try to open my eyes, but they seem so unbelievably heavy. It’s as if I’m in a state between being awake and sleeping and yet different. Something seems familiar about this, but I’m unable to put my finger on it.In the background, I can hear voices and muffled sounds, but my mind is too far gone to make out what it is or make any sense out of it. Trying to focus on it only seems to make things worse.Instead, my focus shifts to something else. Why does my back ache like this? Everything feels so hard and cold underneath me, causing an ache and soreness. I try to hold on to these feelings and thoughts, trying to make sense out of them, but I seem too dazed to be able to hold on to anything. In the back of my mind, I thin

.........The sudden awakening five years before the night of death..........“Amelia! Amelia!” I can hear my name being called out repeatedly. “Amelia, what’s wrong? Get the healer here, right now," the voice calls out full of authority, obviously aiming that request towards others, while I feel I’m being shaken. My hands clutch to my throat as I gasp for air desperately. Air, I need air. I can hear my own laboured breathing, gasping for air. It feels like ice cold water is filling my lungs, and I’m drowning. What’s happening? Where am I? Questions fill my still dazed thoughts while trying to get my breathing under control.Arms wrapped around me, start shaking my upper body again. “Amelia, wake up.” My eyes snap open, and my heartbeat gets erratic as I look into the dark brown eyes of Drake, who’s currently holding me half lying on the floor and half in his arms. Images of woods flash through my mind. Blood, my body covered in mud and blood, a lake. My hands clutch harder around my

Familiar air fills my nostrils, soothing my senses. Soft, warm sheets engulf my body, the mattress underneath me bedding me in the most comfortable way. I pull the covers up a little more, snuggling into them, not ready to open my eyes just yet.Enjoying the moment I take a deep breath but suddenly feel as if my throat is closing up. Desperate for air, my hands start clawing at my throat, I can hear myself gurgling. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. Total anxiety flushes my body, I’m dying, and I can clearly feel it, there's no doubt.Screams fill the air as I sit up abruptly in bed, gasping for air. My entire body is covered in a thin sheet of cold sweat. Lifting my hands to my throat, everything is normal. Besides of my accelerated breathing, I am able to breathe totally normal.The door bursts open, and rushed feet make their way towards me. “Amelia, has something happened? I heard a scream.” I look up into the alerted eyes of Drake, who is now leaning over my bed.Confused,

As soon as the door closes shut behind us, I get this irrational feeling of fear again. In long, fast strides, Drake moves towards our bed and sets me down onto it. Feeling the softness underneath my body, I relax a little, but I’m unable to look up at my mate.Even the word mate doesn't feel right.Instead, my gaze averts to his feet, which are now moving up and down, tipping the front to the ground in a restless manner. Besides of, two people breathing heavy and the tipping of the feet, the room stays silent. He’s not yelling at me. Seeing as he’s staying put in his place right in front of me, but not yelling, I know he must be really angry. The heavy breathing is the evidence of it and him trying to keep it at bay.Drake is ruthless and scary in every single way. He shreds our enemies into pieces without second thoughts. Yet he would never ever touch me in the wrong way. No, the opposite actually, he treasures and protects me like the most precious gem. So why am I fearing him righ