The Adventure of Luna

The Adventure of Luna

Allison23

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Monika always thought she was different and even weird because she could always see things "differently" until she found Alana and her family. They are no ordinary family. They are a covenant of powerful witches and warlocks whose job is to keep the supernatural world away from the humans. Out on a short mission with Sebastian, they are attacked by vampires when Monika comes into another power that might just help save their lives, but is it too late for him? Could he be her mate? Did she find out just in time to lose him? Faced with John being bitten by a werewolf, Alana's potential is to turn into one. Because of John, the opportunity to find her parents and take down the one person responsible for both attacks. She goes into a battle with werewolves and becomes something extraordinary.

Chapter 1 Shadows Unveiled

I wasted no time in getting Alana downstairs. I ran faster than I thought

possible. When I rounded the corner I saw to my horror that John was

already transforming. This is why Alana is in pain, she won‟t change too. Me thinking that was a mistake because we barely had time toget her into the cell before she started transforming.

It was a horrible but oddly a beautiful sight. I had never seen a werewolf

transformation and the first one is always the hardest. Or so I was told. This

didn‟t look hard at all it looked mesmerizing; the way their bodies were

bending and bones breaking to reattach into a more animal form. But

something was different with Alana she stood tall on her feet, her body

covered in fur and her teeth were big and sharp like a wolves, and her ears were that of a wolves too. It looked almost as if she was halfway through

the transition, but she wasn‟t. She wasn‟t screaming anymore and you

couldn‟t hear her bones breaking any more she looked like an extremely

hairy woman with sharp teeth and pointyears , and her fur was light brown. What was more alarming was her eyes they were as yellow as any

werewolf you could see but they still held that same kindness in them, she looked over at John and spoke to him. I couldn‟t hear but John turned to

look at Alana too and they stood there quietly talking to each other.

John was a full werewolf. Four legs claws and a nice thick silver gray coat

of fur. He looked beautiful as a wolf, and looking at him so calm and

content you couldn‟t tell that he was once human. He could pass as a wolf except for his size he was huge five feet tall and he was long. I have never seen a wolf that size before except in movies and this was not a movie this was real life. Two of my leaders were definitely werewolves, well one was full wolf the other I had no idea what to call her. She turned her head as

Clarisse started talking.

"Oh my god Monika did you see that?" she said it with so much excitement and fear that I didn‟t know what to think. "Look at Alana what happened to her? Why is she not afull wolf? We should get the others while they are

calm, do you want to come with me or are you going to stay and keep watch?"

"I will stay here and keep watch maybe see if I can sense any evil which I don‟t by the way, but I‟ll get closer and see what I can pick up off of them. Do you sense any evil radiating off of them?" I asked Clarisse.

"No, but it could be because we are not close enough, but Alana did say

that she didn‟t feel evil and she was almost turned we will have to keep an eye on them." She turned and started walking away and yelled over her

shoulder, "I‟ll be right back." And she was gone.

I got closer. Close enough to hear them. Yes them I could hear John even though he was a wolf, he could still talk. It was weird, but what was weirder was the fact that my two wonderful leaders of this covenant were definitely not human any more, not that they were very human before. I looked at

them and waited for a minute to get my thoughts in order before I asked

them questions. I asked them one at a time starting with the most important one.

"How do you guys feel?"

I waited what felt like forever and was about to ask it again when Alana

answered me and said "We feel fine, better than fine actually. No I don‟t

feel evil nordo I think I‟m going to turnout evil and neither does John." She

said it so formally like if this is something she had to answer everyday.

Which it has been a while that she was talking about being evil and not

becoming evil. I was relived and glad to hear that, I was so worried and felt a weight being lifted off my shoulders.

"That is so good, I‟m glad to hear that. John how does it feel to have four legs?" I said sarcastically. And I heard is muffled "Not bad" through his

muzzle.

"Alana, why didn‟t you fully turn? Is it because you weren‟t the one infected so to speak?"

Alana looked at me with a warm smile but all she said was, "That I am not sure, but I am pretty sure that is the case. Although this feels weird I feel like I should look like my mate but I can‟t form my body that way, this

should be interesting facing demons and that bastard Raphael. I will make him pay for what he did to us."

"You think you can face demons? I don‟t think that is such a good idea. We should wait a little before you go out in the field. I love you Alana and I don‟t want to throw you out there unprepared. By the way are you going to be

able to transform anytime you want?"

Alana looked at me with those yellow eyes, it sort of frightened me too look

into them, but I knew that the person who wore those eyes was not

someone that I should be frightened of. All Alana said was "If John is able to I am sure I can too. But we will see, it may take time or I may be able to do it on command." She was going to say something else but stopped as Clarisse and the others came rushing in.

We both looked up at the crowd as did John. Peter still wore the bloodied clothes from Sebastian and he looked upset, but I wasn‟t sure if he was

upset about Sebastian or about his leaders. "Alana, John, how are you

feeling? Do you feel like yourselves, well as best like yourselves given the circumstances?"

"We feel fine" they said together. "In fact I feel like running and howling up at the moon." Alana said sarcastically. "How do you suppose we feel while

I‟m half a monster and my mate is a full one?" She was getting angry

probably because she was getting sick of that question. I don‟t blame her I would hate to be asked that question over and over again, but everyone

needed to know these are our leaders, I thought I should try and calm her down, but then I second guessed that. Who am I to try and calm down

someone I only knew for a few months? "But I feel fine thank you all for

worrying about us, I know this isn‟tan easy sight. After tomorrow I will try

and study my DNA and John‟s and see what the differences are between us and we both try to control our wolves‟ better. I hope you don‟t mind

having a half witch and half werewolf as you leaders because we are not

going anywhere. We were Talking about going to Raphael‟s. We‟re going to take him down and we want your help in doing it, not that we necessarily need it" She held up her hands and said "my powers are changing as well as I have , back up everyone please."

And before we all had the chance to back up she made a little motion with her hands and BOOM! The door to her cell flew off its hinges and she did

the same to John‟s cell. They went by us and ran up the stairs in a speed

so fast you could barely make them out. Then they all heard a faint whisper saying "We‟re going for a run."

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