Mated to the Moon

Chapter 3

He was now on my tail, I could almost feel his hot ragged breath on my fluffy neck, He was growling behind me. It was a warning. I wasn’t going to be able to get away, I wasn’t fast enough. I skidded to a stop, placed Ersa down on the ground and in a swift motion, I turned my large body to face our stalker.

I glared at him, He was a large Lycan like me only his fur was gray, and he had striking gray eyes. My nails dug into the snow underneath my body, dirt clung to my paws and snow was matted to my face from my frantic fleeing. My ebony tail hung low against the ground, my body was rigid and ready to pounce on him at a moment's notice. I needed to protect Ersa at all costs even if it killed me. But if I died then she would soon follow as the cold would soon take her.

I sniffed the air picking up his scent, he smelled like the Forrest, like moss and the earth, it was almost hypnotic. I felt inexplicably drawn to this intruder. I shook my head, pulled my lips back and bore my sharp canines. A deep growl rumbled out of my chest and My ears pulled back. The wind brushed against his gray coat, His gray eyes watched me and studied my every movement ready to pounce.

I must be ready. I thought.

He growled at me; I could tell that a burning rage was coursing through his massive body as I was an intruder in his territory. He was panting heavily, his gray fur practically stood on end. He was losing control of himself and If I don’t get away soon it would all be over for us.

Everything seemed to happen in a blur, one minute we were facing off at each other and the next we were rolling on the ground with his claws in my back and his jaws around my throat. My freshly drawn blood seeped into the snow beneath us as I tried to fight him off of me, but he was too strong, and he held me down. My wolf whimpered and stole a glance at my quiet child who lied in the snow, she hadn’t made a single sound since this wolf approached us.

I grew weak under this unknown wolf. He sniffed the air and noticed a change in my body and climbed off me, seeming to sense what was happening. Shock, confusion, and sadness crossed his face in a quick blur as he sniffed my weakening and newly changed body. I snapped at him and groaned, my entire body was hurting now, and the world seemed to spin. I didn’t know how to turn back into my normal form and yet and I was too distracted by the intense pain to think clearly. I looked towards the direction of my daughter and whimpered; I wasn’t as strong as I thought I was. The gray wolf lapped his tongue on my fresh wounds that he'd inflicted as if to say sorry.

I rested my head on the snow, I couldn’t move, and I couldn’t fight back I just hoped that if he kills me he will let my child live. I closed my eyes as the pain grew too much and passed out onto the snow.

I woke up a few days later in an unfamiliar room that resembled an infirmary. I groaned, my throat was dry, and my head felt heavy and groggy. I was back in my human form now, my long black hair hung in a mess over my shoulders and down my back. I gazed around the room and threw the thin sheets off me and climbed out of the bed, nausea flooded through my body as gravity came crashing over my head. I staggered, almost falling to my knees, I gripped the edge of the bed and tried to gather my bearings.

I wasn’t sure where I was, but I was alone in this infirmary, I tried to grasp the last memory that I had before I woke up but all I could recall at the moment was Ersa’s face and my blood soaked into the snow. I looked down at my body and searched around for any wounds, anything that would indicate an injury, but I found nothing. My pale skin was flawless and smooth as If id never had a wound in my entire life which I know isn't true.

My newfound sense hit me full force in the face as I steadied my balance. Many scents were filling my nose and sounds of people talking in the distance, it was all too overwhelming. I needed to block it out as I can’t handle my new abilities right now. Instead, I tried to focus on one scent, my daughters. It guided me out of the infirmary, down a set of stairs and through a hall and in what would appear to be a living room.

I turned the corner to enter the room and the first face to greet me among many others was my young daughter Ersa.

A young woman with red hair and freckles covering her face was playing with Ersa on a sectional sofa. Ersa had a cute teddy bear in her small hands, and she was smiling up at me as I entered the room. The woman looked up in my direction and smiled at me.

“You must be her mother! I’m Sara, how are you?” she asked me cheerfully as she lifted Ersa in her arms and got off the couch.

“I-I’m Winnifryd…” I stumbled on my words.

I wasn’t used to someone talking to me or vice versa. I was used to the isolation in a dark basement room that I called home that I wasn’t even sure if I knew how to properly communicate with people anymore. I looked at my daughter.

Were we prisoners, were we going to be punished for entering their territory?