Kapitel 17: Chapter 17: I don't love the wolf you caught

Luna sat at the edge of the fire, her foot tapping nervously and her palms sweaty.

The crackling of the flames and the smell of smoke filled her senses as she watched the members of the Blood Moon pack move about their camp.

She could feel her heart racing as she tried to gauge their reactions to her presence.

It had only been a few days since Luna had arrived, and though she had been welcomed with open arms, she could still sense their wariness.

She was an outsider, and she needed to gain their trust if she wanted to succeed.

As she watched, she tried to pick up on any details that could help her understand them better.

One member, a tall man with piercing eyes, seemed to be watching her closely. Another, a young woman with a friendly smile, went out of her way to make her feel welcome.

She couldn't blame them, really. She was an outsider, who knows their Alpha, that's all. But Luna knew that she needed their help, and so she was determined to gain their trust.

Luna knew that she needed to tread carefully and make the right impression.

As she watched, she noticed a young child struggling with a stick that was almost as big as he was. Luna smiled to herself and stood up, making her way over to him.

"Hey there," she said, crouching down next to him. "Need some help?"

The pup looked up at her with wide eyes, and Luna couldn't help but notice the resemblance to Damian. She pushed the thought away and focused on the task at hand.

Together, Luna and the pup worked to break the stick into smaller pieces, and Luna couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth as the other members of the pack began to take notice of her.

As the day wore on, Luna helped out with various tasks around the camp, proving herself to be a valuable asset to the pack. She hunted with the others, cooked meals, and even helped to train some of the younger pups.

Despite her success, however, Luna couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. She kept her guard up, always on the lookout for any sign of danger.

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The night was dark and foreboding, the kind of night that sent shivers down the spine of any mortal who dared to venture out.

But for Damian, leader of the Night Stalker coven, this was just another hunting night. A night where he would feed on the blood of the supernatural and bask in the glory of his power.

As he and his coven made their way through the dense forest, Damian felt the presence of Luna close by through the blood bond they shared. He could feel her power coursing through his veins, calling out to him, urging him to come closer.

But before he could act on his impulse, one of his vampires called out to him, "Master, we've caught a wolf!"

Damian made his way over to where the werewolf was being held, mid-transformation, his eyes glowing bright blue as he attempted to heal himself.

The smell of his blood was intoxicating, and Damian felt his fangs elongate in anticipation.

But as he bent down to touch the werewolf's blood and tap into his memories, Damian saw something that surprised him.

He saw how the werewolf had lived a hard life, how he was trying to find his lost sister. Damian felt a pang of sympathy for the creature before him.

"Let him go," Damian said to everyone's surprise.

Isabella, his assistant, stepped forward, "But Damian, this is a hunt and you made the rules. Kill or be killed. We can't start going against that rule."

Damian's eyes glowed dangerously, "I made the rules, and I can break them if I want to."

"You know what they are saying around?" Isabella continued, "They are seeing you as gradually becoming weak Damian. And right now, you're fueling their gossips."

"Is that so?" Damian asked, grabbing Isabella by the neck and slamming her to the ground.

He then picked up the werewolf and with a swift motion, ripped out the creature's heart. The sound of tearing flesh echoed through the forest as Damian held the still-beating heart in his hand.

"How many of you still see me as weak?" he asked, his eyes blazing with fury.

The other vampires all bowed their heads in respect, knowing better than to challenge their master's power.

Damian dropped the werewolf and the heart before saying, "Hunt's over. And thanks for ruining a wonderful hunting night, Isabella."

As they made their way back to their coven, Damian couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness. The thrill of the hunt had lost its appeal, and all he could think about was Luna.

His blood bond with her was growing stronger with each passing moment, and he knew he couldn't resist her call for long.

But for now, he had to maintain his image as the cold-blooded leader of the Night Stalker coven. He couldn't let his weakness show, not when there were those who would use it against him.

As they reached their lair, Damian dismissed his coven with a wave of his hand, disappearing into the shadows. He had to find Luna, had to feel her power coursing through his veins once again.

But he knew that the path he was taking was a dangerous one. The blood bond between a vampire and a werewolf was forbidden, and if anyone were to find out, it would mean war.

But Damian was willing to risk it all for the chance to be with Luna, to feel her love and power, even if it meant going against everything he had ever known.

As he disappeared into the darkness, Damian knew that the road ahead would be long and treacherous. But he was determined to see it through, to be with Luna no matter the cost.

Damian walked through the forest, his mind racing with thoughts of Luna. He knew that finding her would not be easy, but he had to start somewhere.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the feeling he had sensed earlier during the hunt. He had felt her presence, her power, and he knew that it was the only lead he had.

Opening his eyes, Damian set his course towards the hunting spot. He quickened his pace, his determination growing with every step. He had to find Luna, no matter the cost.

The night was quiet, except for the sound of Damian's footsteps as he made his way through the forest.

The moon shone brightly overhead, casting an eerie glow on the trees and the ground beneath them. Damian's senses were on high alert, his eyes scanning the darkness for any sign of Luna.

As he approached the spot he had sensed her while hunting earlier, his heart raced with anticipation. He yearned to see Luna again, to feel her warmth and to look into her eyes.

But as he looked around the empty space, but he couldn't sense anything now.

He closed his eyes and tried to reach out to her through the blood bond, but there was nothing there. He couldn't shake off the feeling of disappointment and emptiness. 'Where was she?'

He let out a frustrated sigh, his fingers curling into fists. Even as a vampire, Damian couldn't sense her and he had never felt so powerless.

The blood bond he shared with Luna was intense, but it wasn't enough to locate her. His mind raced, wondering where she could be.

'Maybe she has gone back to her pack house.' He thought and with that, Damian turned around and headed for the Luna's pack - the Crimson Moon territory.