Hell's Consort

Chapter 1 - Escape The Sacred Valley (edited)

Luna opened her eyes the moment she heard a soft rustle.

The forest was still dark, but she could almost see the tip of the sun rays coming out from behind the farthest horizon.

Alert, her ears perked up instantly at the tiniest sound.

Even the slightest sound of tiptoes on a wet pile of leaves couldn't escape her notice.

Clutching a tree branch sturdy enough to support her weight, she felt her pupils dilate as she narrowed her eyes into slits. Her green eyes glowed like a cat's.

She scanned the ground around her while trying hard not to be seen.

Just as she thought.

The werewolves were here.

Her blood boiled at the sight of five werewolves circling and sniffing around her vicinity.

She had to be careful in her hiding place so she wouldn't be caught.

She toned her rage down, gathered her invisible cape closer to her body, and climbed higher.

This was the tallest tree she could find. If they managed to follow her to the top then this would be the end.

Why the hell were these bastards so good at tracking in the first place?

Her confusing trails weren't impressive enough to give her a week's reprieve.

Ever since she stepped foot out of the twin caves, her powers had started to weaken.

It only took them twelve hours to get here from there, just enough time for her to rest and to think she had already been given a head start.

They had been after her for ten days already.

Strangely, she found weird satisfaction in being a pain in somebody's ass.

She hoped that their alpha was as pissed off at her as she was at them.

Luna couldn't believe that one of the maidens who had promised their service to Goddess's Artemis in order to protect the Sacred Valley, in exchange for immortality, betrayed her for a stupid werewolf Alpha.

She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

All of the maidens were supposed to remain virgin warriors, but Astarte had tarnished herself because of her involvement with a male.

All of the other maidens followed suit, deeply enchanted by those werewolves' virility which had been denied them for more than a thousand years.

Pathetic.

With the bow of Artemis, the fountain of immortality, the maiden warriors, and the Sacred Valley--Luna's entire kingdom--in the hands of the enemy, she had nowhere else to go.

When she realized she was high enough, she settled on the branch, accidentally knocking a dead stick--smaller than the size of a match--of the tree.

It took almost thirteen seconds before it reached the ground.

She cringed when she heard the werewolves howl and growl like crazy because of? her carelessness. They scratched the poor tree bark as well as the ground to mark her location.

It looked like they were itching to tear her into pieces with their canines and claws.

Her goal at the moment was to cross the border and travel again for a quarter mile or more to the other side.

To the territory of the werewolves' enemy.

The cold-blooded killers.

The undead.

The vampires.

And what better plan was there then to befriend the enemy's enemy?

She waited until the last werewolf was gone from her hideout tree, wishing that they would think that she wasn't there looking at them from above.

Luna called for the Creator's guidance, praying that her powers, and the energy that came with it, wouldn't disappear completely.

She waited.

And waited.

+++

Edited by: RedPandaChick

THIS CHAPTER UPLOAD FIRST AT NOVELBIN.COM