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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...

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Clash of Lunas

Rising to her feet Haila strolled away from the fire to a much more open space, Raphaela rose and walked with her, side by side, their eyes locked into each others, body language already speaking louder than words.

The valley lit up as the light of the moon sank to fill it, the very essence of the lunar goddess though talked to the two by feel before touch, and the windy night was accompanied by the skin tares and cracking bones of roaring shifting werewolves.

The two Luna's had their own way to cope with it, Haila remained on her feet and bucked to her toes, allowing her double jointed wolf legs to rise her higher off the ground, white fur blessed her along with the ears and tail.

Raphaela fell to her hands and arched her back, the dark brown coat rose over her spring loaded spine already threateningly bushed and spiked, she flexed her ever expanding muscles forcing them to grow quicker so the pain might eventually subside.