Luna's Pov
I opened my eyes with a start. My head felt light but not in a bad way. As a matter of fact, I felt more light than I had in a couple of days? Months? Felt more like an eternity. I smiled as I stretched sluggishly, glad to be alive. Looking outside the window, I could see the sun beginning to set. Everything was perfect, or was it? I frowned as some noise punctured my quiet. Looking around, I realized that this was not my room. I frowned as I tried to recall how I had ended up here which proved quite a herculean task. I could recall seeing Indrik as he fiddled with my ropes. "Indrik!" I sighed contentedly, my heart growing warm at the memory. I recalled seeing the outside again and feeling so glad to be free. I recalled...wait a minute! I lifted the sheets that were tightly wound around my body (which must have been from when I was turning in my sleep) and nearly shrieked. I was pretty certain this was not the dress I had been wearing, and I looked clean for someone who was just out of a dungeon too. And, my mouth would have fell off if it wasn't so tightly secured in place. I wasn't wearing.... "Indrik!" I shrieked, my voice loud enough to bring down the room on my head. My head felt like it would explode as I recalled flashes, flashes that made me grow red with rage and humiliation. "Mmm!" My head turned to the side as the sheets beside me began to rustle. Peeling back the sheets, Indrik sat up, rubbing his sore eyes groggily. I had to hold myself back from slapping him into full consciousness. "Where am I?" I growled, glaring at him like a wolf (the full one) would glare at a lamb that had evaded him for far too long. "What?" He muttered, his sleep engendered sluggishness serving to further anger me but there wasn't much I could do other than steam beside him and wait for him to awaken. Beside him! My eyes widened as I scurried out of bed and turned to face him. "What did you say?" He repeated, his eyes fixed on me. Was that my face or my... Oh my! I clasped my hands over my chest, certain my entire body had now turned red. I knew it was ridiculous, especially because this dress felt thick enough to shield me but I couldn't help it. "Don't look!" I bellowed when he continued to watch me with a puzzled expression. His brows furrowed before realization set in and he turned an even darker shade as he turned away. My eyes darted around the room before falling on the blue sheets I had just crawled out from. In a swift leap, I reached the bed and yanked it away, nearly sending him sprawling as I pulled the part that he sat on and hurriedly wrapped it around me. It took a couple of deep controlled breaths but finally, I was ready to speak again. "You can turn around now." He turned around and took in my attire with a puzzled frown before looking into my eyes as though to say, 'Alrighttt! You successfully managed the spooky look. Now, what is it that has got your pants in a twist?' This got me blushing again but I hurriedly masked it with a scowl. Looking around, from the small table which housed a bottle of fragrance, a small round rock which I always thought was too childish for an adult male to keep around, among some other miscellaneous to the laundry which still sat poignantly before the bathroom door, laundry which included mine, shoes which had one pair settled on the rack just beside the door and the other pair scattered in ridiculous places like, the foot of the bed, the head of the bed, inside his wardrobe. I shut my eyes and inhaled deeply, willing myself to stop thinking about it. Yeah, this was his room for sure. "What is going on Luna?" He asked with a bored look which he complemented with a wide yawn. "What is going on?" I repeated slowly. I thought about running over to him and bashing him in the face. What is going on you say? Who was the person that stripped me? Who bathed me and dressed me up without thinking to help me with an underwear. Who thought that my room was such a bad idea that they had to fix me up in your bed, with you? That and many more were the thoughts that ran in my mind but thankfully, I did not voice them because they would only have gotten me into more trouble. Instead, I replied in a calm voice, "who changed my dress?" If I had any doubt, any lingering hope that I could yet salvage my dying honour, it was all squashed as Indrik turned a darker shade of crimson and rubbed the back of his head like it had suddenly developed a huge itch. "Oh, that!" He started, his hand starting to go faster. "I tried to get someone to do it but..." "But what?" My voice was frighteningly calm. "I couldn't. I had to do it." The world came to a pause around me as I felt it begin to crumble. My dignity, my respect, my... My arms wrapped around me subconsciously. "Hey, I didn't look, I promise." He said defensively but that only served to make it worse. "You undressed me! Bathed me! Dressed me again!" I sounded the words out, hoping that it would turn out to be a misdelivery. It didn't. "I had no choice, okay? You were filthy and...well, filthy." He tweaked his nose for emphasis. "It was either that or you getting left outside for the homing pigeons to pick you clean. But, I guess you would have preferred that?" He arched his brows. "Right!" My fists clenched as I glared at him. Nobody get in the way. A master is about to be killed.Indrik's PovWatching Luna tower over me, the only thing left for her to produce to cement her angry state, a line of smoke, I couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. Hey, don't look at me like that. I had been so mortified at having to clean her up that seeing her so fired up by it made my earlier misgivings feel... What was the word now? Ridiculous. Yeah, that was it. But, hey! I had been unconscious several times too and not once had I acted up when I awakened. This was unfair, I wanted to say but the word was killed in my mouth as she barreled toward me. Now, Luna wasn't very burly. She had a hourglass shape replete with petite limbs. Not very intimidating by how intimidating goes but seeing her close in on me with a death to the sinner look on her face, I couldn't help feeling a little out of my element as I got out of bed and stumbled over to the wall. She continued to close in on me and my lips curled as a thought crossed my mind. I relaxed on the wall as I propped myself on a
Luna's PovI winced as I made my way to the palace. "Traitors!" I cursed. When I had awakened, I had totally forgotten that I had sustained some injuries from my days in the dungeon. I had been feeling so strong and refreshed. And then, there had been the discovery that Indrik had bathed me. The thought still made me so uncomfortably warm. That had filled me with enough anger and adrenaline to further numb the pain. It wasn't until he had pinned me to the bed that the pain had fully kicked in. I would like to say that was the only reason I had stopped fighting but that wasn't true. I shivered as I recalled that warm feeling that had overwhelmed me, like hot tea on a cold rainy day. It had paralyzed me, preventing me from fighting off Indrik's advances. I traced my finger over my lips as I remembered what had almost happened. I was pulled out of my daydream (or was it evening dream?" by a figure appearing before me out of the blues. The night had arrived without me noticing and now,
Indrik"Hey!" I called excitedly, shaking Luna awake. She sat up, nearly sending me sprawling on my back. Her eyes were wide with, fright? "Luna?" I might have as well not have been present with the way she stared with blank eyes over my head. I was preparing to speak again when she lowered her eyes to me. "Is it morning already?" She asked, blinking in confusion as she stared out the slightly open window outside which darkness still reigned supreme. "How are your wounds?" I asked, dropping to my knees while keeping my eyes fixed on her arms but in the dim light of the lamp, I couldn't see much of the bruises on there. I knew they were healing though. After I had taken responsibility for the poison, telling a very grumpy group that consisted of the council as well as my friends about how I had drank poison and forced my maid to take responsibility for it, (a story which they had been very reluctant to believe even though it was true in a way,) the doctor had been allowed to treat h
LunaI was having a very bad dream. In it, I was being chased by something. I was running through the woods, my pounding feet ringing ominously as I moved. Behind me, something was roaring angrily as it cut down the trees, bearing down on me. "You cannot escape. You brought this on yourself." A tremor rocked my body as I pushed my body to move even faster. The voice was neither human nor wolf but it was definitely male. I couldn't place what had spoken, and I dared not turn to look but something about how the voice boomed like thunder, sending shivers down my spine told me that it meant every word. It was going to hunt me down till I had no place left to go. I spurred myself to move even faster. "Stop running." The voice was laughing now although how the creature could manage to do that while it was still running and cutting down trees was beyond me. The laughter was even scarier than its voice. It sounded like the sound a pack of wolves would make if they were tearing a prey apart.
LunaThe entire palace was silent with only lonely looking flames dancing every few feet which should not be a surprise since it was late in the night. Not everyone was haunted by a horrible nightmare. On our way coming out, I had been confident about training him, having it all playing out in my head but now that I was finally outside, I panicked as it all suddenly seemed too big for me to handle. Who was I kidding? I couldn't even help myself. How was I supposed to help a wolf? It didn't help that he was staring at me expectantly like I was his saviour who had dropped from the heavens. The heavens..."Master?" He called, inclining his head to the sky above us. He didn't say anything else. Didn't need to. I knew exactly what he was referring to. We would be better off training before light came. I inhaled deeply as I squared my shoulders. Here goes nothing. "What changes have you noticed since you woke up?""I..." He started then trailed off. In the dim light of the moon, I could s
Luna's PovAfter Indrik had finally recovered from the excitement of his accelerated healing which wasn't due so much to his growing tired of cutting his own skin as it was to my reminding him that daybreak would soon be upon us and he would lose his chance to train if he didn't get his act together. His eyes gleamed with joy as he nodded vigorously. I would have called him a kid if I wasn't feeling so giddy myself. It wasn't everyday that one got to play a major role in making a wolf. But we had had enough playing around, it was time to get some things done. Like teaching a man how to be a wolf. Not an easy task. Especially if you were not a wolf. I wasn't. "First," I started. That got his attention as he grew calmer. "To be a good wolf, a good fighter, a good protector. You name anything good you want to be. To be it, you have to first of all learn to become one with your environment. You have to learn to listen, feel and see before anything else. When I say see, I don't just mean
LunaThe part of listening to the environment passed without any more drama which was a relief because my heart could not take much more of that torture. Next was the testing of instinct which I found to be pretty comical though I don't think my master shared my views. I led him to the tree and made him stand underneath it. "Now, you are going to have to dodge projectiles." I informed him as I peeled off his outer robe. "What?" He stuttered, his eyes widening. "Blind." I added as I made the biggest blindfold of all time. "This is ridi...owww!" He cried, placing a hand against a bump on his head that grew from my throwing a pebble at him. "You are not trying." I taunted as I picked up another pebble. "You like injuries now that you heal fast?" I threw the pebble which hit him square in the nose, extracting another cry from him. "They still hurt as much." He grumbled as he began to move round in circles in an attempt to escape. I simply threw another which hit him in the chin. "
LunaNeedless to say, our training stopped after Blaire chanced in on us. Indrik shuddered, his shoulders slumping once Blaire was gone. "That was a close call." He breathed. He straightened and looked around the yard, releasing another shaky breath. "We cannot continue to use this place for training. It is too dangerous.""Really? I didn't know you were scared of deers." I commented. He turned toward me with a dry look as though considering how my head would look on a stake. He sighed. "Of course not." He grumbled. "I was scared for you. If word gets out that you are training me..." He trailed off. "What are you talking about?" He sighed. The day was becoming brighter more quickly now which allowed me to see the tortured look he gave me. I knew more than ever now that there was something he was hiding from me. "What are you so afraid of?" I pushed carefully, afraid that he would cover his ears and start crying about voices again. He looked into the trees in which birds were sta