Chapter 3 Moon-made

• ~Gaston~
• The pain I'm feeling is excruciating; my head is spinning uncontrollably as I keep driving farther away from the source of my pain.
• "Pull over," I say to my driver, Killian.
• The car hitches to a stop almost immediately and Killian stares at me through the rearview mirror, his face lined with worry.
• I groan into my palms painfully as my veins go through bouts of painful constrictions. "What can I do, Alpha?" Killian asks.
• "Turn the car around," I tell him, "and drive until I tell you to stop."
• He nods and kicks the car into gear, pulling it into reverse. We started heading back to the same route we were coming from.
• A few minutes into the ride, the maddening pain starts to fade gradually and is now replaced by an unbearable intense pull that is almost pulling me out of the car.
• "Stop the car, Killian." I groan.
• The car halts instantly. I push outside, staggering towards the nearby woods; the exact direction of the unbearable pull.
• I don't have the time to tell Killian what's happening to me, because even I don't understand it yet. But I know he will be alert and super attentive, awaiting my command through the mind link.
• I am being pulled deeper into the woods. I soon break into a frenzied run when the pull becomes overwhelming.
• Suddenly, my heart starts to feel like it's been ripped out of my chest. I crouch down, squeezing my chest painfully. The pain stops almost as fast as it came.
• 'Something is wrong'. Drea, my wolf tells me.
• "I know, I can feel it too," I reply.
• Taking a deep breath, I let Drea take over my senses, letting him sniff around for something, anything that can offer us a clue as to why we are here.
• 'Nothing,' he growls in frustration.
• But I can feel something... I know he can feel it too. Gentle air blows across my skin, pushing a faint scent into my nostrils.
• 'Woman'. Drea says. Before I could say a word, he gasped, 'What is she? She's here, Gaston,' he added, jumping excitedly. 'But she's in danger.' He tells me while readying himself for a fight.
• "We're not fighting today, Buddy." I say to him, "I'm too dressed to..." Another scent pushed through my nose.
• "Blood," and It does something intense to me.
• The hairs on my neck stand on end, and an overwhelming need to protect something... someone overtakes me.
• "Sorry, Drea," I say to my wolf as I tuck him away.
• I start slow, gentle, and inaudible incantations. It didn't take more than a few seconds before the invisible barrier of whoever was hiding from me got broken.
• They appear just a few feet away from me. Three men, one of them holding a blade to the neck of an unconscious-looking girl who he seems to have nipped her skin, unknowingly. I instantly summon Killian to join me in the woods via the mind link.
• "Who are you?" One of the men asks, surprised that I could break their barrier of magic.
• I shrug and reply, "Your worst nightmare, I guess."
• Two of the men rush at me with whips and machete.
• 'Old fashioned fools'.
• I can feel Drea tugging at me, pleading that I let him out for a fight.
• "Not today, Buddy," I tell him and hear him whine angrily.
• I teleport myself swiftly to the man holding the unconscious-looking girl and rip out his heart before he can understand what's really happening.
• The other two turn back to look at me when they hear the thud of their colleague's body. I wedge the weight of the girl with my body frame, before sparing a glance at my audience of two.
• "Surprise?" I ask, flashing a devilish smile.
• "What are you?" One of them asks, completely terrified.
• "But I told you already," I reply.
• The brave one among them pulls out a knife and a stake from his pocket. I catch sight of the silver on the blade he is holding and smile.
• "You want to kill me?" I ask him.
• "Oh, so now you're scared." He laughs crazily.
• "Indeed, I'm scared." I say, "for you, actually."
• He looks at me and our eyes meet. 'Worst mistake of his life.' Our eye contact let me take over his mind, controlling him. His hands starts moving towards his chest involuntarily.
• He struggles to put his hands away, but he couldn't, not when I'm controlling his mind and body. I offered him a soft, wicked smile when the knife and stake were just inches away from his forehead and chest, respectively.
• "What are you? Free me from your spell, you demon!" He yells.
• I can do this all day because it somehow keeps me entertained. Especially this part where the aggressors realize they're going to die and there's nothing they can do about it.
• "Do you have a fuckin holy-water, Clarence?" He asks his colleague who is busy chanting stupid incantations that will have absolutely no effect on me.
• "Yes," Clarence answers. "But I can't move my body. He's tied me up somehow."
• The brave one is now sweating profusely. "You can take her if you want her that much. We didn't..."
• The knife and stake digs into his forehead and heart before he could finish speaking. He slumps and die.
• Pleased with myself, I turn to Clarence. He averts his gaze immediately, refusing to look at me.
• "I have holy-water with me." He challenges.
• I pull the unconscious girl into an embrace and walk over to him. With my free hand, I dip a hand into his pocket and located the bottle of holy-water.
• Then I empty it on the ground while he watches. "What else do you have for me?" I ask him.
• The fear in his eyes tripled. "What are you?" He asks.
• I smile sweetly. "Your death."
• He is on the floor the next minute, lifeless. Killian chooses the moment to arrive, his eyes bloodshot, ready to fight. But he sighs regrettably when he realizes the show is over.
• Pulling the unconscious girl into my arms, all the while chuckling at Killian's sore mood, I stare at the girl's angelic face, 'Yes.' Drea hums with excitement.
• 'She's the one.'
• "She's the one for what? Drea what the hell are you saying?" I query my wolf.
• The rustle of leaves interrupts our discussion as I watch a figure escaping the woods. I raise my hand and stop Killian from going after the intruder.
• 'She's the moon-made Luna.' Drea says, leaving me utterly dumbfounded.