Luna’s child

Screaming in agony, as every limb in her body is being broken, every muscle torn, tendon stretched to accommodate her changing form, bones elongating forcefully. Sierra watched in fear for her child, who was wrapped just a few steps away. Wind blowing, dead autumn leaves rustling in the dead silence of the night; the moon shining and basking in the silence. What if I hurt my baby? She thought to herself. With the transition intensifying, she breaks free from the aconite soaked chains which subdued her. Realizing what had happened, Sierra tries to move as far away from the child as possible but the pain grows more intense with each breaking limb.“Oh! This is excruciating!” Sierra cries out: in that moment, she wished she was with her family. The transformation is slower because she lost her protective stone that controls her ability to turn on full moons. Now covered in snow-white fur, canines formed, claws clearly visible, the heightened strength and uncontrollable rage in her bright

“Perhaps, we could hang out some other time?” Bran asked as they stood up to leave.“Uhm yeah sure!” Sierra turned to him as they walked out. “The chocolate pie tasted so good”, Bran said. “Yes sure it did: but mine tasted better and you can’t argue about that”, Sierra said with a sense of satisfaction. “You win! Yours tasted better”, Bran concluded.As they walked back to the party, Sierra held him slightly above the elbow. “I’m so full, I can barely walk”, she said, giggling and using her other hand to rub her stomach.She was tipsy but Bran didn’t notice—“Hey! Are you okay?” Yes yes, she replies still giggling, this time more than before. Bran joined her and over ten minutes, they just went on and on and on.“That wine had alcohol in it. I don’t know who’s more wasted you or me”, Bran said, still laughing uncontrollably— “It has to be you. As for me, I can handle my liquor better than you think” Sierra brags.“You’re so funny! Come on, let's go. I’m sure your family is wondering

“OH MY GOSH! He came”…Euphorically, Sierra ran towards Ezekiel’s room.“Who came?” Maxwell asked from the room, obviously confused.“Come, I'll tell you”, Sierra said.Maxwell followed, as Sierra barged into Ezekiel’s room.“Uhm maybe knock?” Ezekiel said with an irritated look on his face. “Sorry, her expression changed subtly—I was just really excited”, Sierra said.“Anyway! She lightens up immediately. He found me. It’s strange right? I was literally doing my thing only to be called out, a guest was asking specifically for me. I went out, lo and behold it was Bran!!! I could barely contain my joy. I almost jumped on him. He hug…”“Hold up a min! Who’s Bran?” A rather left out Maxwell asked. “Well, he’s someone I met at the festive party. We had dinner and talked a lot—I asked him to find if he ever came to Pasteria, and today he did”.Sierra replied, clapping and slightly jumping.“Yeah?” Maxwell replied.“Yes and he was amazing. He smelled like jelly and sandalwood. He’s perfect