Blood and Luna

his golden-tinged eyes. The night was quiet, too quiet. He shifted his stance on the wet grou

s breath. "Sneaking into vampire te

een walking for hours, and muscle fatigue bit into him. But he couldn't s

is senses sharpened. He sniffed the air-wolf scent, but something was wrong. It was

, this time l

(a silver blade shimmeringly cast a faint light in the moonles

the shadows-hulking, ragged, and wild. The werew

oice guttural but human enough to be understood.

nch. "Not lost. Ju

l's spine. "Passing through? Don't lie to me, boy. No one

is grip on the dagg

"Bold. But boldness won't save you. This is my ter

ad, forcing a smirk.

ogue snarled, lung

hrough the space he'd just occupied. The rogue was fast-faster than Mikh

d, his voice as steady as through a t

h again. Mikhail ducked low, slashing out with his dag

e threw a huge arm, hitting Mikhail across

his teeth and moved himself upright. "Fine," he spat, wi

. His bloodshot eyes narrowed. "You smell like the

didn't

of his pups. I should've known.

d, instincts reanimated,

pun around behind the thug and thrust his knife into his back. The rogue howled, swingin

he didn't stay down. He twisted, cla

h his sleeve and into his flesh. He hit t

blood dripping from his wounds

his chest was heaving.

tack face-on, by applying his inertia to bring down the deviant to the floor. They w

el it-the rogue's weight pressing down on

ogue taunted, his claws in

ould and managed all the remaining ener

an over on his back. Before the beast could even re

tural growl emanated from his mouth. Mikhail sp

crouched on the body of the rogue, chest heavy,

rogue's claws had torn into him, but he didn't have time to tend to the

ancing down at the rogue

es, bringing a new smell. Mik

The scent was faint, but it was

called, voice

espo

rd, then another. The sce

me," he hissed, growl

no re

f to stay calm. "Fine," he said, his voice colder now. "Stay in the shadows if yo

e trees, light and haunting. "

he voice was feminine, soft

ond, a figure steppe

erworldly, almost unreal. However, the one thing that drew his gaze w

ice trailed off, his

le brushing her lips. "You've come a lo

, his hand hovering near

ere was no warmth in it. "Someone

anished into the shadows, leaving