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Last Luna

Belladonna is the last werewolf on earth, thanks to a freak event where a wolf was spotted man kind armed up and hunted werewolves down. On the run for the past two years Bella met a man also in the run from the law named Nicolas and starts to trust him, but she gets grabbed by a criminal organization not for the massive bounty in her head, but Tony, the mob boss, wants to use her as a means of negotiation, a tool to threat his opposition, in return Tony offered her protection, a warm bed, and her days or running was over. Nicolas in the meantime still tried to rescue her and met a man named Deno, who was sent by his siblings to kill Bella but he instead decided to protect her and told Nicolas he's actually a vampire and one of four lords that has no weakness accept for the bite of a werewolf. Anastasia Le Blanc, the vampire countess wants Bella dead at all costs. the last of their eternal rivals being alive holds back a grim plan they have for man kind. It is up to Deno and Nicolas to help Bella become a Luna, the fabled female alpha spoken of only in legend now. But can Bella become a Luna without a pack? Will she be brave enough to face the vampire lords? Or will she stand back and allow the vampires to have their way with man kind? Humans have hunted her down and caused her nothing but agony...

SaberTrueno86 · Fantasy
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She's listening

The pup wolf? Was this her? All the reports, the rumors and gossip told of a werewolf so skittish its that very shy and careful demeanor of her that kept her alive the longest.

But now what they saw was the complete opposite, her eyes cold and lifeless, lips drawn back so far even in her human form still her gums were exposed above those glinting saliva coated fangs.

Her wolf ears flattened to the back of her head and its clear by the debris of cotton and nylon she already started taring at her jacket.

Belladonna was only in a shirt and jeans, but her muscle structure was enlarged so much it stretched the material, her boots gone, the gloves were off, claws in all directions she constantly tried to slash at the old man before her.

It was so bad already the blood poured from her neck where the steel choker held her, but that pain didn't even bother her.