”Then come and get it!” His body language provoked the wolf.

    ”Are you out of your mind?!” Luna whispered, her panic deepening with every breath.

    ”I'm giving you the chance to live.” He pushed her away — tried to. The failure originated in her prominent physique. Taking its time to get to them, the unique reaction probably piqued the wolf's interest.

 

    ”Offer something else.” Luna proposed, finding reason amongst dire thoughts and shaky muscles.

    ”No.” The wolf's characteristic sensitive ear picked up her murmurs and turned it down: bargain finalized.

    ”Alright then.” Her ally charged against the beast. This time, Luna's legs took the decision for her, running straight to the car without a doubt. ”Run away!” Keys were already in. She could drive away the moment he got hopped in, he only had to come out quickly. She didn't even check her surroundings in case there were more wolves — focused only on him. ”Leave!” Seconds lazily passed by, refusing the completion of a minute. Eyes locked on the wheel, not looking at it, as the loud noises and grunts of pain filled a space that was otherwise a cemetery of past metropolitan ruckus. ”GET OUT OF HERE!” It was full blast now; the wind carried the command far and wide across the derelict neighborhood. But she couldn't, not without him. Her left hand poised to steer, right hand on key holding duty. ”LUNA!” His tone of voice set off an alarm inside of her.

 

    Without skipping a beat, she started the car and stepped on the gas, following the same route he did. Shortly after, she turned to check if the werewolf chased after her: It did. White fur covered in blood, a dire message. She could but hope a small part of it was human.