Blood and Luna

tinged eyes. The night was quiet, too quiet. He shifted his stance on the wet ground, carefully each step.

he said to himself. "Vampire bor

be travelling for some time,But he couldn't stop now. Ever since the faint outline of the vampire

ace. As he inhaled the blended air, he could clearly tell that there was a wolf nearby, although dosed in an uncomfortable re

s diameter into the darker half of the globe, the cut shape of the dagger around his waist gleamed due to the sil

enormous werewolf without a hint of care or decor was staring him down. Any empathizing anger

oice guttural but human enough to be understood.

nch. "Not lost. Ju

l's spine. "Passing through? Don't lie to me, boy. No one

is grip on the dagg

"Bold. But boldness won't save you. This is my ter

ad, forcing a smirk.

abruptly assailin

he claws' slash had managed to breach the space. The rogue was fast-faster tha

his is reckless,," but Mikhail remained

ore. Mikhail dropped low and thrust outwards with his knife.

He threw a huge arm, hitting Mikhail across

his teeth and moved himself upright. "Fine," he spat, wi

. His bloodshot eyes narrowed. "You smell like the

didn't

of his pups. I should've known.

d, instincts reanimated,

) spun behind the thug and pushed his knife into his back. The rogue screamed as he swung and Mikhail receiv

en, but in a moment he was up again. He spun arou

leeve and went into the flesh. He smacke

ted with blood streaming from his w

as still swollen with the breath. "There'

tack face-on, by applying his inertia to bring down the deviant to the floor. They w

el it-the rogue's weight pressing down on

ogue taunted, his claws in

ould and managed all the remaining ener

an over on his back. Before the beast could even re

vil like growl burst from his throat. It was when Mikhail manage

ouched on the body of the rogue, his chest oppres

rogue's claws were gone into him, and yet he did not have the time to think about the wound. T

oking down at the rogue.

the whispering of the leaves. M

arefully. The smell was hard to tell, but he

called, voice

espo

rd, then another. The sce

me," he hissed, growl

no re

calm, "Alright," the tone of his voice was colder then. "Crouch down in the shadows and never

and about the trees, ghostly. "

he voice was feminine, soft

ond, a figure steppe

an otherworldly beauty, almost like an illusion. However, the single thing he could

ice trailed off, his

mile. "You have covered a long way, wolf. Nevertheless

, his hand resting near

e was no friendliness in it. "Someon

peared into the shadows, letting him