Loona growled under her breath as she stomped through the chaotic streets of Imp City, her sharp eyes scanning the endless crowd of demons, imps, and hellish creatures. The noise, the smells, the obnoxious energy—everything about the day had driven her to the edge. After a long day of dealing with Blitzo's antics at the I.M.P. office and Moxxie and Millie's bickering, Loona had had enough.

She pulled her hoodie tighter over her head, hoping to remain as invisible as possible. All she wanted was a little peace. Walking down the streets usually helped her blow off steam. The urban sprawl was familiar and ugly enough to distract her from her foul mood.

But today was different.

As she turned a corner, heading past a strip of particularly rowdy demon clubs, the sudden sound of a car horn blaring behind her nearly made her jump. Loona turned her head, already rolling her eyes at the inevitable obnoxiousness that awaited her. Sure enough, a sleek red Hellmobile pulled up next to her, music blasting so loudly she could feel the bass in her chest.

"Hey, hot stuff!" a voice jeered from inside the car. A couple of Succubi and Incubi leaned out the windows, grinning at her with sharp teeth, their eyes gleaming with the kind of arrogance that only hell's worst could manage. The driver, an incubus with slicked-back hair and sunglasses, leaned on the steering wheel. "Why don't you ditch that hoodie and show us what you're really hiding, huh?"

Loona's hackles immediately rose, her fur bristling as a growl built in her throat. She clenched her fists, trying to ignore them, but another round of catcalls erupted from the car.

"Come on, sweetie, don't be shy! Give us a smile!" one of the Succubi taunted, her voice dripping with condescension.

Loona's blood boiled. She wasn't the kind of wolf to let something like this slide—especially not when she was already in a bad mood. The last thing she needed was a bunch of lowlifes in a car thinking they could get away with treating her like a piece of meat.

A twisted grin spread across her face as an idea popped into her head. Oh, she'd show them something, all right.

Without a second thought, Loona stopped walking, turning fully toward the car. "You want a show, huh?" she growled, eyes narrowing at the demons. They hooted in response, clearly thinking they'd won.

She let out a snort and, after quickly turning around, she quickly grabbed the waistband of her shorts and yanked them down as she bent over, mooning the group without an ounce of hesitation.

"Come and check out the fucking full moon, bitches!" Loona cried out.

For a moment, there was pure silence—aside from the thumping music from their car. The obnoxious demons inside the vehicle stared, their faces twisted in a mix of disbelief and disgust. Loona shot them a wicked grin over her shoulder, holding her defiant pose for just a few more seconds, making sure they got the full view.

Then, the screaming started.

"Ugh! What the actual hell?!"

"Gross!"

"Drive, drive, DRIVE!" the incubus shouted, slamming the gas pedal as his face contorted into sheer panic.

The Hellmobile screeched away, tires spinning on the pavement as it shot down the street. Loona pulled her shorts back up, dusted herself off, and crossed her arms, watching the car disappear around a corner with a satisfied smirk.

"That's what I thought," she muttered to herself, turning back down the street. The heat that had been simmering in her veins cooled, replaced by a lightness she hadn't felt all day. For the first time, she actually felt... good. Almost amused. The rush of power from that little act of rebellion made her feel like she'd regained some control in a city where everything seemed designed to piss her off.

The more she thought about it, the more the idea amused her. And hell, it worked. It was bold, simple, and it freaked them out enough to leave her alone.

Loona grinned. Maybe this could be a thing.

A few days later, Loona found herself back in Imp City, wandering through the usual streets. This time, she wasn't just blowing off steam—she was looking for trouble. The next group of fools came quicker than she expected. Another car, another pack of arrogant demons, leering and shouting obscenities as they passed her by.

She didn't hesitate this time.

With a casual flick of her tail, Loona turned around, mooned them, and relished in the sound of panicked screeches and the car hastily driving off. She barely suppressed a laugh, feeling the same thrill run through her as before.

The more she did it, the easier it became. Any time some idiot thought they could harass her or try to get under her skin, she'd give them a full moon and send them running. The power she felt every time they freaked out, the way they scrambled to get away from her as fast as possible—it was addictive.

Blitzø had no idea why Loona seemed in such a good mood lately, or why her afternoon walks had become so frequent. If only he knew.


By the end of the week, Loona had made a name for herself in Imp City. The word had spread—if you saw a tall, pissed-off hellhound walking around, you kept your mouth shut. Unless, of course, you wanted to be greeted by something far more shocking than you'd bargained for.

And Loona? She was loving every second of it.

For once, she had a way to channel her anger—something that not only gave her a twisted sense of joy but also kept the creeps at bay. Sure, it wasn't exactly the most conventional way to handle things, but it worked for her. Imp City could be an absolute cesspool, but as long as she had this little trick up her sleeve, Loona felt like she could handle whatever it threw at her.

And if anyone had a problem with it, well... she had a full moon waiting for them.