Lost Luna
Run, Run, RUN. Donβt stop.
The night was falling and like the creatures of the day, I needed to hide. My heart is thundering in my chest, echoing the sounds of the war that rage from the fields of my once loved home. That was before the coven came. Surprising us and taking my home and pack. The attack happened so quickly that no one was ready. We had no warning and after hours of waiting I was found. I had to run. Don't stop running.
βCRACKβ the current of magic shoots by and hits the tree to my left, my bare feet crunching the earth hard and fast. My small heart fluttering faster than a hummingbird's wings, my once sparkling beautiful dress is no more. Itβs tattered, dirty, and torn. The edges burnt to a crisp and coated in blood from bodies of the battlefield that I raced away from.
βCome here little wolfie,β a harsh raspy voice calls out cutting through the trees I hide quickly behind a tree to take cover to breathe, βI just want a little chat!β He calls singsong like, taunting me. He wants to find me to kill me. Ducking further behind my tree I hold my breath, my young body shaking with so much force my bones ache. Holding my breath and closing my eyes hoping for safety that surely wonβt come. At only 11 years of age, I canβt fight this grown warlock... he will surely kill me like he did my parents...
βWolfie princess, where are you?β He mimics the rhythm of a childβs tune, as if Iβd listen. Closing my eyes tighter I donβt want to die. Iβm too young. My mind is racing, and my hearts bound t....