Luna's Pov
I had been here for so long that I had lost all track of time. In between the endless torture that the guards now seemed to do as a pastime and the rats that seemed to enjoy the taste of the dried blood that had crusted on the ground beneath me, I was surely having the time of my life. At this point, I didn't even know when I was awake and when I was dreaming anymore. I had grown lightheaded from dehydration and loss of blood. Which was why I couldn't figure out if I was daydreaming or really seeing Indrik walking in on spindly feet. Or if his call really was happening or it was my delirious mind working overtime. "Luna!" A warm arm wrapped around my shriveled one and started to untie the ropes around it. Okay, that was surely not a figment of my imagination. No imagination could be that vivid, or tangible. I tried to open my mouth but my days in the darkness without food or water had gotten to me. To even keep my eyes open was proving to be an herculean task. "Are you okay?" He asked, tapping my cheeks. I didn't realize I had drifted off again until I opened my eyes and saw his dark eyes staring into mine. They were still as dark as they always were, maybe weaker even but in their depths, straining to leap at me, I could feel a newfound energy, a new found strength, the strength of a wolf. "It worked." My voice sounded like rock being ground against rock but the fact that I was even able to talk was a big enough comfort. "Yes, master. Your game played out perfectly. It was painful, so painful, I wanted to give up and just die, maybe I even cursed you a little but yes, it did work." He smiled as he continued to loose the ropes. "Good!" I muttered as my eyes shut again. "Hey, master. Don't you dare give up on me. You had better stay awake or I am going to have you get me some wolf spurt." He muttered, his worry evident in his words. I smiled as I realized that I never got him the wolf spurt. After I had found him being pummeled by his brother, I had been so shaken by it as I cared for him that I totally forgot about that plant. And then, there had been the poison. "Come on!" Indrik whispered as he helped me out of the ropes. My legs turned to jelly and collapsed under me the moment they touched the ground. I couldn't blame them really. Having been suspended mid-air for days on end, it was a miracle that I could feel them at all. "Are you okay?" Indrik's voice came from behind me. My joints creaked in protest as I slowly turned around and placed my arms on his chest. Feeling his chest pulsing under my arms, I could feel strength slowly beginning to sip into my bones again. A weak smile escaped. "My student!" It might have been day or night with how dark the room always was but even in the gloom, I could see his eyes water as he drew closer to me. "Oh, come on, don't be such a baby." I muttered dismissively, but the croak that my voice was could easily be dismissed as a joke. "I...I am.." He faltered as he wiped his eyes with his sleeves. "It is just that, I have spent all my life looking for a teacher only to be turned down by everyone. Now, hearing you address me by that name." He sniffled, daubing at his eyes again. "It is so much of a dream come true that it feels unreal. Thank you." He picked up my hand, dirt, grime and all and kissed it. "Your wolf is free. I can feel it." I whispered. "You are going to be the best student any master has ever had. I know that for a fact." I flashed a smile as big as my stiff cheeks would allow before giving in to my muscles and falling back into his waiting arms. "Thank you, master." He whimpered. "Now, let's get you out of here." If anyone had seen the two of us as we came out of the dungeon, I had no doubt that they would burst into laughter at how ridiculous we looked. There I was, bruised beyond recognition, caked with lumps of blood and dirt, limping on unsteady feet and swaying so badly, I would have collapsed like a pack of cards if not for the support. Beside me, stumbled Indrik, tired and wobbly as well, his body still recovering from the near death trauma of was it a day ago? Two? A week? I had no way of knowing. My fainting spells were becoming few and far between as I took in the scent of fresh air. Having been locked away for what seemed like an eternity in a stale environment, with nothing to breath except air that had been mixed with my own sweat and filth along with the ones that had been left by former captives, this air that smelled like cinnamon, and apples, and lemon, and honey, and fresh bread, and everything else that was good was little less than paradise. I took in the sight of the not so tall trees that lined either side of the path that led away from the palace and marveled at the fact that their leaves seemed to have become greener. Even the paved ground seemed to have been retouched. The little birds melancholic twitters sounded like a chorus of joy to my ears. Only now was I starting to appreciate the saying that you don't know what you have until you loose it. My few days in the dungeon had made me so amenable that even the smallest things seemed like the most pleasant offerings. My body though did not seem to share in my excitement as my legs started to tremble even more making me more than grateful when we finally arrived in our quarters. That was until a familiar voice that I did not fancy broke me out of my paradise.Blaire's PovI paced around in Indrik's room, nearly running mad from my anger at Indrik. That fool! I gritted my teeth wishing I had spent a few days training so I could punch him so hard in the face that his nose would split into two (ok, maybe not so hard. I couldn't bear the thought of ruining his handsome face). Maybe then, his senses would return to him. How could he, after all that girl had done to him, (heck, she had almost killed him. Scratch that, she practically killed him before the doctor had brought him back to life. I shuddered as I recalled how Beta Green had blatantly refused to save him. He would have died if the doctor had not decided to risk everything to save him.) how could he still think about nothing else except her? Why!!!My eyes narrowed as the door opened and Indrik stumbled in holding her up in his arms. My eyes stung as my ears popped and I stomped toward them, intending to slap the grime covered witch back to whatever hole she had crawled out from but ju
Indrik's PovMy heart broke as I watched Blaire stomp out of the room. I couldn't shake the thought that I was the most ungrateful beast I had ever met for treating her like that. I played out our conversation in my head and wondered if there was a way I could have done it better, a word I was supposed to not have said? An explantation I should have given? I definitely should have given her an explanation. I owed her that much but sadly, I couldn't because there was no telling what she would do with the truth. I couldn't afford to risk my master's life. I shrugged, deciding that I would go talk to her once she had cooled down and was more ready to listen. I had to let her know that Luna had not hurt me. Well, technically, she did but it was for the greater good. I flexed my muscles, feeling the spot in the bottom of my belly that had always been empty now brimming with life and energy. "I guess it is just you and me now." I whispered to Luna as I led her toward the bathroom. She had
Luna's PovI 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 wa
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