Power of the Moon
Prologue
I woke up in soft, damp mass covering a large, flat boulder. I do not remember how I got here, but I figure I passed out after hours of running and plopped onto this substitute for a bed. At least last night I had moss blanketing my rock. My shoulders burned and my head ached and I was seeing black dots in the corners of my eyes, but something kept pushing me to go further. I bet it was the hunger. My stomach was growling louder than I could. After two weeks, I knew I had to get food or I would starve.
I phased into my wolf to move faster. My nose picked up the scent of a small mammal, most likely rodent. My nose sent the aroma to my stomach, which purred in response, then passed the message onto my legs. I was walking, and my brain was no longer in the loop. It used too much sense. The rest of my body knew: Hungry. Food. Get it.
As the smell grew stronger, I ran more rapid, with my intentions becoming more relevant. Quickly I found what I was looking for. The hare, pure white and big eyed, sat on a patch of leaves, chewing on something I couldn't see. It was absolutely oblivious to its fate. I was not five feet away from it. I licked my lips and planted my hind legs, as I got ready to pounce. Its ear twitched as I jumped and I stopped mid-air. Even though I kept flying, I lost my focus. I landed directly above the lucky rabbit, paws of each side of it, belly hovering above him. He flew off, leaving me too pissed and tired to chase after him.
I cursed under my breath and searched for another chance at breakfast. I knew why I hesitated, but I still hated that I didn't get my food. I was damn hungry!
I kept walking for a couple hours. Although I didn't catch anything to eat, I found a pond to dip into. I washed the mud out of my dinged fur and shook, surely watering the plants around me. Then I phased back to human so I could use my hands to take a drink. I never really figured out how to use my tongue as my dog did to drink his water.
As I knelt, I heard movement in the bushes or trees to my right. I shot my head up, looking for whatever made the noise. Seeing nothing, I dismissed it. As I looked down into the water, I saw a flash of color along with my reflection seconds before I felt something hard as a brick wall crash into my side.
I flew over some grass and straight into a tree. I observed my arm to see pieces of bark lodged into my arm with blood forming rivers down my bicep. Slowly bruises formed, lacing from my shoulder to my wrist.
When I finally looked up to my attackers, I saw group of three standing in a line, staring at me blankly. There was a blonde, woman in the on my right, surveying me with big, topaz eyes. Her pixie cut hair held sturdy in the light wind. On my left side, a redheaded girl was rolling her brown eyes and crossing her arms. Apparently, I wasn't worth their time to her. Her wavy hair bounced in the gusts of air. The man in the middle, most likely the one who jumped me, stood tall, revealing his muscles in a tight tee. He had black hair and black, demon eyes to match. They were all incredibly pale.
"What are you doing here?" the woman with blonde hair asked me. She had a blank stare and a beautiful voice that was sadly dulled by her monotone.
"I'm getting a drink!" I yelled at them, my icy hot glare shooting daggers. "Look what you did to me? What was that for? And how did you do that?" I stood up, well aware that I was naked. At the moment, I really didn't care.
"You are in our territory," she spoke again, stepping forward. She was much taller than I was. I silently cursed my small frame.
"Well you are in my space," I replied. "Back off!" I pushed her with all my might, and she still only fell a couple steps back.
"We gave you your chance, dog." She bared her teeth, showing me sharp points.
I transformed in front of them and growled. I was putting up a strong front even though I was thoroughly frightened of how they knew what I was and how they didn't smell like humans.
They jumped at me with superhuman speed. I was able to knock away one with a flick of my paw, but the other two landed and latched on. The man bit my neck, and one of the women sunk her teeth into my spine. I felt a draining feeling as I jumped to my hind legs and smashed them into a tree. They fell off me, but surprisingly got back up quickly. The woman I smacked off before came back with a vengeance and bit the underside of my neck. As I swatted her off, they regrouped, almost unharmed and it became apparent to me that I would not win this fight.
I ran. I ran as fast as I could in my condition. I ran until my feet bled, then kept running. They still got me. They would tackle me as I ran and fought me until I was able to wrangle myself away and start running again. After running for what seemed like hours, they finally stopped attacking. I thanked God. Either they thought I had enough, or I was off their territory or both, I was alone again, still hungry and now in even worse condition.
The blood was matting my fur, so I turned back to human. I was using too much energy anyway. My blood was running down my entire body. I knew I needed to go to the hospital, but if I did I would never be able to explain these injuries. I followed my gut, and kept moving.
My name is Miakoda Collins. I am dying.