My Only Luna

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feather being moved back and forth by the wind, and in the same w

n't know what else to do with my feelings for him. I've always thought I had to put it all on the line to

ckily, I haven't had to run into him. Most of the day was spent in the

never got to know my mother, as she died givin

possible that there is a kind of magic that disengages you from the most unwanted feelings? I have no way of knowing if this i

ng creatures who act under their own will and who can bend the laws of the world to their whim, bending

of my love for Owen, but really, am I willing to pay the price for it? I hav

e, and then, gradually, purple. Night has fallen and the beach remains lonely

f it weren't for the cold, I could stay here all night, until I see the sun rise again. Perhaps

I decide to return home. I trust Owen will respect my request to stay a

on my pillow, in a place that feels completely familiar and safe.

ddenly catches my attention. The night is not far in, but it i

as they are usually well lit, because there is always someone wa

ways remain well kept. That's why I wonder why there's a darkened secti

light bulb had blown, but around a lattice of the wall that protects the property, just where a

growl. I turn around, feeling my skin crawl and that's when I notice the huge, gaping-jawed wolf in front of me. It's as big as a pic

know you,

, and the way he growls only reassures me. One by one, other wolves begin to emerge from the darkness, and I can count five

ut it I break into a run. I may not be as fast as a wolf, but I've always been good at racing, so

had my wolf so I could face them, but it won't manifest itself until my twenty-first

ll and at the same time we both roll. Luckily, the soft, damp earth of the ga

d or two before I scream and dart to the side, grabbing instead a handful of dirt that I throw at its eyes. The wo

re are four more of them

ile

to get to me. His body changes in mid-stride, clothes tearing at his new form, and a black wolf, larger than all

gnize Sebastian, Patrick and others, who fo

them. I roll to the side and get out of the way, while standing up and putting distance

eth hard into the wolf's neck. The wolf whimpers and writhes, and before Owen ca

n for it. I watch them flee across the garden, as my friends follow, and

s, Hailey, are

ene with me. We both marvel at the figure of the wolves, ru

er without looking away from

o back to the mansion. The boys w

ollow her hesitating, not really knowing what to say or what to think, and with

yes, and of Owen's voice, shouting my name, just

sense that something more serious than