HIS LUNA SEEKS REVENGE

A sinister smile crept on my lips as I ventured into the woods. The early morning sunlight filtering through the trees in golden color. Most werewolves liked to hunt in the evening or night, but I loved the morning and afternoon hunting. It is daring and makes my adrenaline gush. I don't come like a thief in the night, but a master ready to take control.

My eyes darted everywhere like the predator I was, the wind slapping my face, leaves making their rustling sounds, and birdsong echoing in the forest. I stopped on my tracks abruptly. I knew someone was tailing me, but I needed the person to be close enough so I could attack and be on the upper hand.

My claws elongated, and after the count of two, I had pinned the figure to a nearby tree, my claws pressed against the soft skin of his neck, ready to strike.

"Jamie?" I called out, my voice laced with surprise as recognition dawned on me. His unmistakable blonde hair, now disheveled, framed his angular face. His dark brown eyes that once sparkled with warmth now widened in fear.

The shock on my face was replaced with annoyance.

"Hi, Zara," he mouthed with a grin plastered on his face, his fear now disappearing. I scowled at him and withdrew my hands.

"Didn't I make it known to you guys that I do not want anyone tailing after me? What if I had lost control and snapped your head?" I growled at him. Still annoyed that he didn't take heed to my warning.

"Well, good news is you didn't lose control, and also I can't leave you all alone in the forest. You know how dangerous it is for us," he reminded me of the danger here in the forest, his voice laced with worry. I knew he was concerned for me, but then.

"I'm not a kid, Jamie; I know how to fend for myself," I snapped at him. The smile on his face wiped off; I knew he wanted to oppose me.

Of course, he is one of my closest friends and someone I've saved in the hands of his pack. I understand his concern.

"I could tag along. I know you are strong and all of that, but that won't stop me from being worried; you are our queen Zara, and none of us want to lose you," He whined while I rolled my eyes.

"I am your queen, and a strong one at that. You and I know I'm good at soloing," I stated, my arms crossed around my chest.

"See, no one can figure out what pack I am from. I took the herbs that hide our scent, and I'm also stronger and faster. I won't tie you down," he tried to bargain, but I had already made up my mind.

"Get your blonde ass back to the den and take care of the rest till I'm back. Make sure to look out for dangers, and don't forget to signal for help when it becomes too dangerous; we don't know when those lousy werewolves with packs will attack," I declared, and he nodded his head. Hesitation is still evident in his dark brown eyes.

"Za-"