The Last Moon

Author Vickan

Werewolf | Ongoing

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In a world where werewolves are hunted, 17-year-old Luna Reyes discovers she's the last living heir of the ancient Lunar bloodline. Forced to flee her home, Luna joins a secretive pack of rebels fighting against the oppressive government. As the full moon rises, Luna's transformation begins, and she must confront her destiny. Can she reclaim her family's legacy and lead the werewolves to freedom, or will the hunters silence her forever?

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12-06 18:54

Chapter 1 1

Luna Reyes sprinted through the dense forest, her heart pounding in her chest. The moon cast eerie shadows on the trees, making her feel like she was being watched. She had always loved the night, but tonight it felt oppressive.

The rustling of leaves behind her signaled the hunters' proximity. Luna's senses heightened, her hearing acute. She could distinguish each footstep, each labored breath.

Her legs ached, but she pushed on, fueled by adrenaline. The memory of her parents' deaths drove her forward. She wouldn't become another victim.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness. Kael, a stranger with piercing eyes, grabbed Luna's arm and yanked her into a nearby thicket.

"Quiet," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear.

Luna's instincts screamed warning, but Kael's grip was like a vice. She struggled, but he held firm.

The hunters stormed past, their flashlights casting fleeting glances over the thicket. Luna's heart skipped a beat.

Kael released her, his eyes never leaving hers. "You're coming with me," he said.

Luna hesitated, unsure if she should trust this stranger. But something in his eyes stayed her doubts.

"Who are you?" Luna asked.

Kael's expression turned guarded. "Someone who can keep you alive," he said.

Luna's skepticism lingered, but she followed Kael through the forest. The silence between them was tense.

"What do you want from me?" Luna asked.

Kael's pace quickened. "You're in danger," he said. "The hunters won't stop until they find you."

Luna's thoughts reeled. Why was she being hunted?

The trees thinned, revealing a dilapidated cabin. Kael pushed open the creaky door.

"Inside," he said.

Luna hesitated, but Kael's urgency convinced her.

The cabin's interior was sparse, lit by a single lantern. Luna's eyes adjusted slowly.

"Who are these people?" Luna asked.

Kael's expression turned grim. "The Order of the Red Hand," he said. "They've been hunting werewolves for centuries."

Luna's mind reeled. Werewolves?

"You're one of them, aren't you?" Luna accused.

Kael's eyes locked onto hers. "Yes," he said.

Luna's heart pounded. She had always suspected she was different.

"What am I?" Luna asked.

Kael's expression softened. "You're the last living heir of the Lunar bloodline," he said.

Luna's world tilted. She was a werewolf?

The cabin's door creaked, a warning. Kael's head snapped toward the sound.

"We have company," he said.

Luna's heart sank. The hunters had found her.

The rustling of leaves behind her made Luna's senses go on high alert. She quickened her pace, her legs burning from the exertion. A branch snapped, and Luna's heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness. Luna's instincts kicked in, and she dodged to the side, avoiding the outstretched arms. Her attacker recovered quickly, and Luna found herself face-to-face with a snarling, snapping werewolf hunter.

The hunter's eyes gleamed with a feral intensity, and Luna knew she was in grave danger. She had always known she was different, but she had never imagined her life would be at risk.

Luna's hands trembled as she fumbled for the pepper spray in her backpack. The hunter lunged, and Luna sprayed the pepper spray directly into their face.

The hunter recoiled, momentarily blinded. Luna seized the opportunity to flee.

She sprinted through the forest, her senses on high alert. The hunter's roar echoed through the trees, sending shivers down Luna's spine.

Luna burst through the underbrush and onto the deserted road. Her car, a beat-up old sedan, was parked nearby. She fumbled for the keys, her hands shaking.

The hunter emerged from the forest, their eyes fixed on Luna. She knew she had to get out of there – fast.

Luna started the engine and peeled out of the parking lot. The hunter gave chase, their truck screeching around the corners.

Luna's heart pounded in her chest. She had never been so scared in her life. Who were these people? Why were they hunting her?

The highway loomed ahead. Luna floored it, weaving through traffic. The hunter's truck kept pace, never faltering.

Luna's phone rang, shrill in the silence. She hesitated before answering.

"Luna, it's Kael," a low, gravelly voice said. "I've been tracking you. You're in danger."

Luna's eyes darted to the rearview mirror. The hunter's truck was still right behind her.

"Who are you?" Luna demanded.

"I'm someone who can help," Kael replied. "Meet me at the old warehouse on 5th and Main. Come alone."

Luna hesitated. Could she trust this stranger?

The hunter's truck swerved, narrowly avoiding a collision. Luna made up her mind.

"Okay," she said. "I'll be there."

Kael's voice was reassuring. "I'll keep you safe, Luna. Just get here."

Luna ended the call, her heart still racing. She had no idea what lay ahead, but she knew she had to take the chance.

The warehouse loomed ahead, its crumbling facade a beacon of hope. Luna pulled into the abandoned parking lot, her eyes scanning the shadows.

A figure emerged from the darkness – tall, brooding, and unmistakably werewolf.

The rustling of leaves behind her signaled pursuit. Luna's senses heightened, her hearing and smell becoming more acute. She could smell the hunters' sweat and gunpowder.

Luna pushed herself faster, her legs burning. She had to lose them before they cornered her. The forest seemed endless, but she knew every path, every hiding spot.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness. Luna's instincts screamed warning, but she recognized the piercing blue eyes – Kael, a mysterious figure from her past.

"Follow me," Kael whispered, grabbing Luna's arm.

Luna hesitated, unsure if she could trust him. But Kael's grip was firm, and he pulled her through the forest.

They ran silently, their footsteps synchronized. Luna's breathing slowed, her heart rate steadying. Kael's presence calmed her, but questions swirled in her mind.

Who were these hunters? Why were they after her?

The trees thinned, revealing a rusty old van. Kael opened the door, pushing Luna inside.

"Get down," Kael ordered, starting the engine.

Luna crouched on the floor, her eyes locked on Kael's reflection in the rearview mirror.

"Who are you?" Luna asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kael's gaze met hers, his expression unreadable.

"You know who I am, Luna," he said. "I'm the one who's been watching over you."

Luna's memories flooded back – glimpses of Kael in the shadows, his eyes always watching.

"Why?" Luna asked.

Kael's jaw clenched.

"You're in danger, Luna. You have something they want."

Luna's mind reeled. What could she possibly have?