Curse of The Crescent Moon

She was accepted at the entrance without hesitation. Who would doubt her? She looks attractively elegant. With her half-leg-length long sleeve buttoned red dress, she looks like she's one of those respected elites who can afford this luxurious train. The attendants even give her a warm smile as she boarded inside, guiding her to a large spacious suite, with a gray soft couch, and a coffee table on the side. She removes her shade glasses, sit on the couch, and looked around as if observing the train's interior. It has rich wood paneling, opulent fabrics, and exquisitely carved screens. In addition to that their waiters served sipping drinks while she could hear live music being played on the other side. She assumed there must be a bar in the neighboring room. Okay, prey is here..they're near less than 300 yards. Andrea thinks when she smells their scents from a distance. She felt her wolf nature sending her visual information about her enemies coming. A few minutes later, a brief flash of the door diverted her focus when a group of dignified-looking men came inside. She seated herself calmly and put on her shades again so they won't notice she was looking at them. Having snuck in is a middle-aged man who was now seated across from her. The only words to describe him were - powerful, and...well guarded. Okay, I'm on the right trip...and in the right suite. She told herself. Later on, the train departed. They felt the machine's motions on the ground. Everything was calm, and the man was enjoying the panoramic view outside, while she could sense the alert stares of his guards. Then, her phone rings. It got the men's attention. She seductively smiled at them while she placed the earphone in her ear. " Tracking your position now!" It was Blaine on the other line. Blaine was her ever-loyal Beta and of course her beloved. " No need..." she muttered looking at the men, smiling. " I'm good...honey," she intend to say it louder and more tempting while still fixing her gaze on the men, who were now obviously distracted by her. " What?" Blaine on the other line furrowed his brows. " no playing...Drei! This is a serious mission!" he blurted out. His brows were creasing as Andrea on the other line was replying far from what he was asking. " Oh..yeah, this trip is quite boring. I wanna go home and...play with you later," he heard Andrea chuckling on the other line. " What play? what are you saying? wait!" " Sh**!" Blaine cussed when Andrea dropped the line after. Meanwhile, on the train, she got the eyes of the men still feasting on her. Beauty is such a weapon. Andrea thought to herself. Once again she flashed a sexy, suggestive smile at them, still holding on to her earphone even if she had dropped the line. " I'm bored!" she muttered glaring at the men. The men were bewitched by her charm. They smile at her. Got yah! She whispered in her mind. She winked at them, and all the lights in their suit suddenly turned off. And the next thing that was heard inside was gruntlings of panic, sounds of metals clashing, and growlings of pains. It was like there was an unseen horror annihilating in the dark. " Hi!" Andrea removed her shades and the middle-aged man turned at her in her shock looking at her wolf-glistening eyes. But when soon he realized his being assassinated, the middle-aged man retaliated in fury baring his fangs too in defense. " Oh!" Andrea smirked not feeling intimidated by the old man's snarl. She noticed other men rushing from behind her and based on their scents, she was sure that they were the wolves of the Growlers pack. Two of them jumped in front, blocking her reach to the middle-aged man. But before they could smash her face, Andrea moved swiftly. She struck them with her claws, and then reached to their heads and twisted them. They fall bleeding headless to the train floor. The middle-aged man stepped back in fright. Another batch of wolves came rushing towards her. She growled at them baring off her fangs. Her wolf eyes manifested, glistening in fury. Seeing her fangs, the pack of wolves paused from their motion. It was like they began being careful or they got scared of her. But Andrea is not wasting time. She instead rushed at them, cutting their heads, biting them, and slashing their flesh. They were many. But she's strong as an entire pack. In just seconds, she had mercilessly slaughtered them all. And then...silence. When the light was again turned on, what was exposed are the dead bodies of werewolf men. The train was wrecked off. The floor was filled with blood and the lights began blinking. Andrea heard some labored breathing in the corner. It was the middle-aged man. He was her target in the first place. " You've got no way out, Biloti!" she said. She sounds threatening. Her footsteps thudding on the train floor seemed to bring horror to Biloti. He shrinks shaking in the corner as Andrea gets near to him. " It's not true that a wolf's bite is a gift...coz mine is death," Andrea said with that cold expression on her face. Biloti tried to attack her in defense, but he was no match to her skill. Andrea grabbed his arms and twisted them unto his back. She slammed Biloti's head on the wall, and she bite him on his back. Along with Biloti's scream was the disappearance of his flesh. It all happened too quickly. When she was all done, Andrea manage to open the train's door with a weapon and she jumped out of it without hesitation. She pressed the earphone to her side as soon as her feet touches the ground. " Billoti is now dead. Mission accomplished!" she informed Blaine in the other line. " Okay, where are you now?" asked Blaine in the other line. " Uh..." she looked around. " sandy sand...a desert...grrr! I don't know where! Just track my location!" she was pissed. Blaine chuckled on the other line, " okay, I'm coming," he said. After a while, she felt hot air crushing on her face, and when she tilted her head she saw a chopper hovering above. It landed on the sandy ground, and she quickly hopped into it, then she roughly grabbed Blaine's head. His face was turned toward hers as she lured him in with her eyes, and she placed his mouth on him. She was kissing him. Blaine kissed her back. " missed me?" he asked in almost a whisper. She chuckled, and moved away, " not really... I told you I'll just do it quickly!" replied Andrea. And the chopper hovered upward, leaving the place, both of them escaping from the danger she had just ignited a while ago. Life is like this for her. Doing an ambush in broad daylight was a normal thing for them. It doesn't matter anyway, as long as she has Blaine on her side. No one in their pack has the guts to kill Billoti, so she needs to go out of her comfortable mansion and do the job herself, and of course, with Blaine - the genius tech freak beta of their pack, the love of her life. "Andrea Catalda 28 years old. Werewolf, Alpha of the Hungry Fangs pack. Billion net worth Alias " ancient fangs". The Growlers, their rival pack were discussing her while her pretty face was being flashed on a large monitor. " she's so damn hot...of a thorn... man!" The rival pack murmured as they were looking at her pictures. There were having a meeting in the room perhaps they all know they can't win over Andrea Catalda. Who would ever? As long as the Hungry Fangs got their special moon-favored fangs, they're all at the top at all times. And the Growlers don't want that. "If not of the moon goddess' blessings that pack is nothing!" one from the Growlers commented. Salvatore clenched his fists. His pack is right. If the Hungry Fangs weren't gifted by the moon goddess with special fangs, then they would be nothing. They would just be like all the other ordinary wolves out there, easy to conquer, easy to kill. And what's, even more, harder is their Alpha Queen, Andrea Catalda who was believed to be born with the ancient fangs of a dire wolf. The dire wolf is even considered ancient, how much more are the fangs that Andrea is born with? None of those powerful, strongest breeds of wolves are existing now, except for its fangs which are in Andrea. It's like her fangs have some supernatural thing, that could kill and crush anything. "So, how are we gonna subdued that pack?" asked the other pack elder. Salvatore titled his head, and darted a look at one of his pack elders, " We will wait for the right time," he replied. " Right time?" another elder blurted out " Biloti is dead! And we all know his death would send a message to the other wolves that our pack is defenseless!" The elder is right. Biloti was their ticket for their pack to have a continuous supply of strong armies. Biloti was their financer of weapons and all monetary stuff their pack needed. Their pack, the Growlers were feared by the strength of their armies. Biloti was like their lucky pill, but now with his death, other packs would be doubting their capabilities then. "Our pack is falling! And unless we've got the same favor that the Hungry Fangs have, then we're heading down!" another elder commented. "Enough!" Salvatore yelled. He slammed the table. Then he turned to the elders. " Exactly!" Salvatore replied with conviction. " Let's wait... not for the moon goddess to favor our pack, but...for the time to be on our side!" Salvatore said. Then, he walked out of the room leaving the Growlers pack with a disappointed face.