”Would you accept deer meat? We also got a lot of fowl.” Luna was still open to trade, even after the enemy made its desires clear.

 

”No.” Direct answer, 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. 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 — he was the only thing in her mind. Seconds lazily passed by, refusing the completion of a minute. Eyes locked on the wheel, not looking at it, she focused on the loud noises and grunts of pain filling a space that was otherwise a cemetery of past metropolitan ruckus.

”GET OUT OF HERE!” He yelled. But she couldn't, not without him. Her left hand was ready to steer, while the right one was 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, taking the same route he did. Shortly after, the side mirror reflected the werewolf chasing after her: The white coat of fur now covered in blood, her hoping that a small part was her companion's.

Led by a full moon illuminating her way back, she had no emotional capacity for accusatory thoughts, to create scenarios where she finds him and declares herself the winner of earlier arguments by declaring, chest full of ego, I told you! Far from that.