His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 2

Feeling the adrenaline already coursing through my veins, I bolted, easily catching up to him with my impressive speed.

He glanced at me before letting out a small howl and running even faster. I let out one of my own before following suit.

For a while we continued racing, until he pulled my tail again, initiating an intense game of tag. It was the most fun I had in ages and I couldn't help the small smile.

The sun had set and I watched as it slowly disappeared over the horizon and painted the sky in beautiful colours. I had successfully caught a deer and fed already, but the male rogue was still eating. I shifted and waited for him to finish, sitting in the snow and continuing my admiration of the nature around me.

After hearing several cracks, I heard soft footsteps approach before I felt him sit next to me. He stared ahead like I did, the hill we perched on providing a magnificent view.

"What's your name?" I asked, breaking the silence.

"Conan," he breathed. I nodded.

"What about you?" He asked, turning his face to look at me.

"Artemis," I replied.

"Ah, the goddess of the hunt. How apt," I raised a brow at his words but didn't question him. Silence fell over us once again and I watched as the sky darkened further and the moon shone brighter, casting a mystical glow on the snowy landscape.

"Where are you from Artemis?"

"Southwest," I mumbled, tilting my head up at the sky, entranced by its beauty. It remained silent for a moment before I felt warm fingers gently trace the markings on my back and I sharply turned towards the boy besides me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean-," he blushed and looked away. I could see the way he tensed, as if waiting for me to lash out at him and I let out a soft sigh.

It was obvious he used to be an omega in his last pack. They were often wrongfully mistreated as second class citizens.

"It's okay. I'm just not used to soft touches," I gave him a small comforting smile and gently grabbed his hand, placing back on my spine where he traced the patterns carefully.

"I've never seen these kind of tattoos before. Most werewolves don't have such intricate patterns," he murmured, leaning his face closer to my back to inspect them further.

"A witch did them for me," I explained, thinking back to Diana.

"Did it hurt?"

"Like a bitch," He let out a short laugh at my response. He leaned back away from me, resuming his earlier position besides me, but tilting his body to face mine. His eyes raked over my naked form and I chose to ignore his darkening eyes.

His fingers reached out, this time brushing the tattoo on my sternum, lying just between my breasts. I wasn't much to care for modesty but I stilled at the rather intimate contact. Still, I didn't push away.

He trailed his fingers down to my left thigh where there was more ink. He took a moment to admire the intricate sun and moon tattoo before he moved his hands onto my forearms where there were small matching strips on each.

His hands paused as he looked down at the pattern on each. He swiftly grabbed my arms and yanked me forward, the sudden movement making me fall forward into him.

His arms wrapped around my waist and I pushed my hands on his toned chest, leaning my head back to look at him.

Before I could speak, he moved his head down and pressed his lips against mine. I froze.

His lips were soft and the pressure of them against mine sent small tingles to my stomach. He let my arms go and cradled my head in his hands, one of them tangling in my messy waves. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips and he took the chance to tilt his head and deepen the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth.

We had spent the last couple of days enjoying each other's company, friendship blossoming between us. Of course there were time's where we were more than friends, but it was nothing more than mutual satisfaction and quenching our needs.

Now we were moving East, stepping carefully to avoid a nearby pack I had heard awful rumours about. Originally, I wanted to head back south, but the ache in my chest returned, urging me to continue my original path.

While my gut was telling me something bad was going to happen, the small voice in my head and the tug in my chest were telling me I was going in the right direction.

I glanced back at Conan's grey wolf to ensure he was okay. He licked his lips and sniffed the air again, trotting in a different direction. Catching the earthy scent of a moose, I rolled my eyes at him but followed.

The moose was faster than I expected and put up a nice chase for a while. Growing tired of running, I swiftly jumped on its back, grabbing the back of its neck and pulling its head back. Taking the chance, Conan dug his teeth into its now exposed throat, biting hard until the animal stopped kicking.

Letting go, it fell on the ground with a thud and we dug in. Ripping off the fur and tearing off pieces of meat, we ate noisily. Blood smeared my face and before I could dig in for more, I heard the light thudding of several paws fast approaching.

I let out an urgent growl, tugging at Conan who had yet to notice. He growled at me but stopped when he realised what was happening. We abandoned our kill and darted in the opposite direction of the wolves, running faster than we ever did while we played.

Hearing more wolves approach us from ahead, I paused. The sound of growling and snapping jaws came from every direction and I realised we had been circled.

Conan gave me a confused look and I shook my head at him. I could tell he wanted to fight them, his instincts telling him to do so. We were severely outnumbered and the chances of getting out of it unscathed were low.

His russet eyes looked at me, before he tilted his head and stood besides me. I waited for the wolves to show themselves.

It didn't take long.

Several wolves, all varying in shades of whites and greys stepped forward, teeth bared and snarling at us. I internally rolled my eyes at their unnecessary hostility.