The Cursed Luna's Rebellion: She Refused To Bow

THE NIGHT OF THE HUNTThe night of the hunt, when they had come for me, had been a very eerie one. The hairs on the ends of my hands stood as the air felt heavy with a feeling that did not sit well in the pit of my belly.They did not come for me howling, that would have given them away so easily. “One major rule guarding hunting among wolves: You do not hunt in silence unless necessary.” Breaking pack hunting rules was the first sign that tipped me of the danger imminent even before my brain could catch up.My senses caught them before I got the chance to see them in the thick fog that covered the night. The air in the forest tightens, nearly choking me. My ankles were still bleeding, the blood oddly contrasting the white of the snow that covered the ground.Just a few hours earlier, while hunting, I had unknowingly gotten caught in a trap of silver that I did not notice until it had snapped shut around my ankles. The teeth sunk deep, biting into my skin enough to make my vision blur

THE MOON LETS GO AT LASTI wake up to the moonlight, a silent symphony of bright white light, blanketing the landscape in an ethereal soft-glowing sheen, quite a contrast to what it was a few moments ago. An uncomfortable pressure builds behind my eyes, like someone decided to pour liquid silver straight into my skull. My body jerks forward, muscles locking and claws scrapping against the rock. A sound so foreign and instinctively animal slices through the silence startling me at how raw and unrefined it sounds, even in my own ears.“Could that be me?" I think to myself even as the sound comes from my throat yet again. “This must be death, the moon goddess has finally come to me," I thought to myself, curling in deeper in a desperate attempt to block out the heat radiating in my skull. My eyes open slowly and an overwhelming sense of confusion overtakes me. I look around me, unable to fully grasp what is going on around me. “How am I awake?" "Am I supposed to be awake? I wonder