Chapter 1: The Fight
It would have been a normal summer evening, had there not been the sounds of canine-like shouts and the concerned anger of a father telling his daughter no. "Loonie, we have been over this! Your heat is just around the corner, I don't want you going to a party! You are not ready to be a mom!" Blitzo was only half Loona's height, a meager 4 feet tall, but he tried his hardest to look intimidating, as his claws gripped tightly around her keys.
Loona in the meantime, was fuming. She didn't try to hide her growl, and her fur bristled straight up as she looked through the drawers for her spare key. "It's not for another two weeks! Octavia is there, why don't you worry about your other daughter?! Unlike her, I have actually fought and killed! I can take care of myself, asshole!" Giving up on finding her keys, Loona stormed down the hall into the master bedroom, where her father and his husband slept, and kept the Grimoire, their ticket to Earth.
"Just what are you doing, young lady?! Don't walk away from me in my own home!" Blitzo grabbed Loona's left paw before she could open the book. With her heat right around the corner, Loona's anger was easily triggered. And her father's grip on her paw set her off. She growled menacingly and slapped him across the face, her claws leaving small cuts on his cheeks as the imp fell on his ass. "YOU'RE NOT MY FUCKING DAD!"
No sooner had the words left Loona's mouth than did she realize she hit the man who raised her since she was 4. He was overbearing and overprotective, but she knew in her heart that he loved her. Loona covered her muzzle with her paws, heart filling with anger, sadness, fear, regret, and other unnameable emotions as Blitzo covered his cheek. Fighting back tears, the imp slowly stood up. "L-loona… Loonie-"
Before he could say whatever he wanted to say, Loona opened the book, cast the spell to enter the human world, and closed the portal behind her. She didn't know where the spell would take her, and she didn't care. She was in a jungle, so she just ran and cried, torn and conflicted, wishing more than anything she could take back what she said to her father.