Becoming Luna novel Chapter 7

Mason's green eyes were a dark shade of green, much darker than the forest green they had been earlier in the day. If he was pissed earlier, then he was on the verge of a rampage now.

"Get away from her," his voice growled around already protruding canines.

The man released a string of profanities as he took Mason in.

"Her mates here," he said quickly, looking to his partner.

"Grab her and let's get going!" the woman snapped, pushing him towards Danica.

A guttural growl erupted from Mason at the female rogue's words, stopping both rogues in their tracks.

"Touch her, and I will rip off the hand you do it with," he warned.

The rogues exchanged a glance amongst themselves, as if debating whether or not they should push it. Deciding it wasn't a good idea, they turned and made a run for it.

"Oh no you don't." Mason snarled.

He lifted the man, who he had reached first with ease, and threw him onto the ground with all his might. A sickening crunch sounded as Danica was sure the man's back snapped from impact.

Not sparing the man a glance, he turned his attention towards the female rogue next.

The female rogue had begun to attempt to change, but stopped as Mason closed the distance between them with lightning quick speed. Grabbing her on either side of her head, he began to twist until she stopped moving altogether.

Releasing his hold, Mason allowed her body to fall to the ground like a limp ragdoll and took a few steps back.

Nausea attacked Danica in waves as she took in the scene. The woman was definitely dead, while the man was most likely paralyzed. And Mason had been the one to do this to them. Not to mention that as he did it, it seemed like no big deal to him at all. As a matter of fact, if Danica allowed herself to look closely at his expression, he looked almost pleased with himself.

Despite knowing that the rogues needed to be dealt with, she still couldn't quite accept taking any lives.

Cupping her hands to her mouth, she quickly crawled to a bush. There she let loose everything inside her. When her stomach was empty, she continued to dry heave.

"You okay?"  Mason's voice was just beside her, and the concern in it rocked her to her core. "Did they hurt you?"

"DON'T COME NEAR ME!" Danica screamed, hurriedly scooting away. All she could see was Mason killing that woman again and again. "St-stay away!"

A look of confusion and hurt played on Mason's face at Danica's strong rejection, causing her heart to squeeze painfully.

"Hey," he tried, this time remaining in place. "Try to calm down."

Calm down?  How could she calm down? He just killed a human and paralyzed another in front of her!

"You... you're a murderer!" Danica wailed as tears began to fall from her eyes. Whether they were from fear or anger, she wasn't sure. "You just easily killed someone!"

To prove her words, she looked towards the lifeless woman still lying on her lawn, causing another wave of nausea to hit her.

Mason furrowed his brows in confusion as he took in the rogues.

"They're not humans," he pointed out. "They're rogues; death is the best thing for them."

Danica couldn't believe what she was hearing. In his world, was killing such an easy thing to do?

"Murderer."  Danica repeated while turning around to begin dry heaving once more. "Just please, leave."

Strong hands clamped her shoulders, sending calming warmth down her arms, helping the dry heaves subside, and allowing Danica to gasp for air as her muddled, panic-stricken mind began to work through what had just happened.

"They weren't humans," Mason's voice in her ear was so desperate that it made her heart clench. "Please remember that, Danica; they weren't humans."

Weren't humans... He was right, they weren't humans. Although the body laying on her lawn was human, she was still an insane, bloodthirsty rogue, but did that make it any better? Maybe if she had grown up as he did, it would have, but for her, it was still a life gone.