”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
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.

 

Led by the 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 exclaiming,
chest full of ego, I told you! Far from that.