MY SWORN ENEMY, MY MATE

Goddess of the moon

Warning: This chapter describes scenes of death vividly. Please continue reading with caution.

We had a stalemate for quite a while. It was exhausting. My legs were numb, the air blowing on my cheeks was not making things any better, and on top of that, the small wounds I had were screaming for my attention.

I could feel my eyes flutter, and that was the signal indicating how tired I was, but regardless, I stood there unwavering and ready for anything.

( growls, snares)

At the sound of more growls, I could already tell what was happening. Dread settled in as I knew that the ones we were running away from at the party have now caught up to us. We had one wolf in front and six others behind us.

They formed a circle around us, leaving us in the middle like some sort of sacrificial ritual. Our chances of escaping at this point were slim.

My sister tried to come to me. However, she was stopped by a single snarl from one of them. I think she could sense it, too. This made be the end for us...

I turned to give her a tight smile for reassurance, but what I saw made me freeze in place.

"Big sis, run!!!" I screamed, I couldn't believe that my voice was able to get out, but thank goodness it did.

One of the werewolves, brown and black in color with a roughish fur texture, was pouncing on my sister from behind

My sister, with her quick reflexes, barely managed to escape the wolf's gigantic claws and fell to the ground. The wolf ripped her denim jacket and long sleeve, leaving marks on her beautifully tanned skin.

I screamed when I saw the amount of blood that came out of that wound.

It felt like the claws had ripped her arm because the wound bled like crazy. It sprayed so much blood despite being a small scratch showing how deep the claws went.

I felt like I was going to get a panic attack from all of this. My chest was tight, I could not breathe so much that I started gasping for air. All those unwanted memories resurfaced, I lived it all over again, the anguish in their voices, their screams when the skin was being shed off using a knives, and the pained screams of their loved ones who were also next it line.

I knelt on the ground covering my ears. I shrunk my body in an attempt to make myself invisible, I did not care if the werewolves would not like my movements. I just could not bear the pain, their looks, their pained looks, their eyes they are haunting me...I can nor escape....

"Ari!!"

"Ari!!"

"Ari!!! Look, look at the moon. It is a full moon, is it not beautiful. Let it all go and focus on the moon. Come on, I know you are stronger than this." With this, I snapped out it.

I looked at the moon, disregarding the wolves surrounding us and actually my sister was right. The moon was very beautiful, illuminating it's radiant blue light all over the woods. The plants looked so surreal bathing underneath the moonlight. It made me think and I mean only think because I don't believe in such stuff but since my dad was part of a pack, an alpha, then perhaps I could also ask their moon goddess for a favor, that my family be spared from all of this.

I knew that this was a selfish wish because our clan people died miserably because of our feud with werewolves but I just did not want to lose more people, I was tired and I was more than willing to be the sacrifice if they are safe I would do anything to ensure that they live like that forever.

(snarling, grrrrrrr) a wolf growled snapping me back to reality. It was the same wolf that attacked my sister earlier and it seems, it was ready for yet another attack and it seems I was the next target.

It came towards me at full speed and I did not even attempt to make a run for it. I could hear my sister's screams telling me to run but all that played again and again in my mind was one thing.

I was I was willing, I was willing, I was willing to be the sacrifice if it meant that my family would be safe. It was like a plea I was making to their goddess of the moon.