Bound By The Silver Crescent

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was wrong. I was going to die. You don't alway

deep in your bones, that the end is near, that

g. I blink, trying to see through the blur. Then the moonlight hits me. It's a full moon tonight, glowing amber and

ze it's a container, dark, cold, and enclosed. The ceiling above me is made of

d tightly by thick, rusty chains. They bite into my s

om behind me-low, calm, almost am

ows move around me. Shapes step forward until I rea

d strange masks shaped like birds-ravens, with long white beaks gleaming in the moonlight. My pulse races faster. I don't un

e others, it's gold. My stomach drops as he stops besi

the light and shimmers like liquid frost. His skin is pale, almost lifeless, and his features are sharp, perfect

s to me?" I demand, trying to sound

edator circling its prey. "So many questions," he murmurs,

. It moves as if drawn by invisible strings, rising until I'm standing upright, chains rat

flection in the

ng to my sweaty forehead. My skin looks ghostly pale under the moonlight. My olive-gree

shaped face. My lips tremble. I see the freckles scattered across

t," he says softly, leaning close, "I've always found you rather plain. Who would have gue

alking about?"

ture is almost tender, but it sends a shiver of terror th

," he whispers, his col

ng me in place. His other hand lifts my chin until I have no

e!" I scream, bu

I see them-long, sharp fangs glinting u

, shaking my he

deep. A hot pain shoots through me. I gasp, clenching my fists so tigh

away with every pull. The heat from the bite spreads

He licks his lips, and when he looks at me again, his

to scream, but no sound comes out. My vision bl

an exp

und is deafening. Shards rain down in a glittering storm. I turn my head a

t!" he

again, I can't bel

l animal. Their fur glows faintly under the moonlight, and their teeth flash like sil

, desperate to escape before one of those beasts sees me. But I'm

when I

come to life. Maybe it's a dream, maybe I'm already de

with fury, glowing brighter than the moon. His hair, the color of dark chocolate, falls over hi

y're wrapped in shadows, dark tendrils curlin

tter shut as I sink into the darkn