© Claimed By Him ~ Elektra Orfanos

*|Luna|*

I am running as fast as my legs can take me but I don't know if my body can last any longer before burning out. The farther I run still makes no difference, the distance between I and them whoever these vicious men are has not changed! I tipped over barrels and crates to hold them back or at least give them an obstacle but they are skilled. My first thought assassins but they're not running on the walls so I shook that idea away. Robin Hoods merry men? Disciples of Jesus? The Spartans? 

I slipped over my own feet scratching my hand on some glass on the concrete and I felt warm blood trickle down. I winced.

Must keep moving.

My breathing started to slow and my body is began to feel exhausted, tortured! I need to lose them somehow.

My body can't take this any more, I stop quickly leaning against a cart, a cart filled with barrels, probably beer or wine for a tavern or inn. At the speed of light I kick out the stones holding it in place under the wheels and it tipped letting the barrels run down the street with the cart following behind them. I can't believe I just did that. They hit the men knocking the first line of them over yet unfortunately the last few men are clever enough to jump over them.

I want to stand and laugh at the sight.

I'd make the worst hero, I like to stay and watch if my traps work to see the pained expressions on the brutes' faces.

I would probably make a better bad guy.

I started running again and tried twisting through streets to lead them off my tail but once I lost my breath again I slowed to a walk and began wheezing.

"I need to get more fit." I muttered. I pressed myself up against a stone building clutching my heart. Boom-boom, boom-boom. I gasped for air. Boom-boom, boom-boom, b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b...

Fear shot me with new adrenaline as I sensed another presence again right next to me and I jumped in fright only to see and the empty street.

The nagging feeling got stronger and suddenly the person was right behind me. I twirled into a full circle seeing nothing but maybe an invisible man. 

It could be possible.

Have I truly lost it? Is this what happens when you're tired? You get overly paranoid?

The presence of him is so strong that it's actually hurting my head that I can't find the male.

"Up here little man." A voice called out from above and on top of the roof staring sinisterly down at me one of the men had caught up and just as I had seen him he knocked me down colliding his body into mine. I fell back with him on top of me and my hat rolling off and away from me so my face is in full view for him to see and I tried to hide my horror and keep an angry expression.

"Luna?" A man with the bottom half of his face covered in a scarf recognised me. I froze beneath.

Yes because that makes me feel safer.

Thank you world for letting the Merry disciple of Christ know me.

Why are my breasts feeling cold? I gazed at my chest. His frozen hands from the fall landed on them 'coincidentally'. I gasped when he stared widely at them and clenched my hand to swing a hard punch in his face.

"How dare you?" I pushed myself up onto my feet as he scurried back. He kept his distance and stood tall giving him my best deadly glare.

"I didn't realise you were a woman." He snapped quickly.

"So you grabbed my breasts to be sure?" I shouted outraged.

They had me abruptly surrounded. Fourteen of them. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Be calm.

"You got him!" They all closed in around me and I mentally face palmed myself for not running when I had the chance.

"Wait a minute." The  man standing directly in front of with eyes made of pure cold silver or frost caught my attention and I realised he is one talking to me now. "I knew he was dead."

"Thanks for the reminder." I murmured under my breath.

"Who is this lovely thing?" Another who stood beside him, one eye hidden behind an eye patch of asked. He stepped forward and lightly played with my hair. I slapped his hand away with blood boiling.

"So worth the chase." Someone else commented.

"She is his little bitch of a sister." The silver eyed man slapped me across the face. I was so stunned that I fell pathetically down onto the ground. I took a moment to process it and shake away the blurriness.

He just slapped me!

And they're all completely undisturbed?

"Oh Michael's little sister ay? Venus has been very kind to you."

"What does that even mean?" I questioned disgusted. Hand still rubbing my stinging cheek.

"It means I sure would like to stick my d-"

"How prosaic..." I interrupted heaving myself up and doing a spinning kick at his head.

Abruptly my head smacked against the wall with another brute's arm pinning me by my throat. My heart is literally thudding in my chest and I wouldn't be surprised if all of them could hear it.

"Just as petty as her brother." The man choking me sneered behind his scarf. I piercingly glared into his cold silver eyes that are reflecting the moonlight in them. Almost pretty but hold maliciousness in them that are sending shivers up my spine.

"Great tits." The one I kicked commented so I spat in his face aiming and landing perfectly in his good eye. "Let me have her dumb wit!" He bellowed angrily.

"No." The one who recognised me exclaimed. "Don't you lay a finger on her. She's a woman and deserves respect."

"She kicked me!"

"We frightened her."

"You did not." I said through clenched teeth unable to tear my gaze away from the silver eyes.

"Full of shit just like him."

"My brother was a great man." I spat back at silver eyes.

"A great man! Are you boys hearing this?" They all laughed with silver eyes making me grit my teeth. "Michael, dear pathetic, moronic, simple minded Michael was nothing more than a bragging fool."

"What would you know about him!?" I growled. He pressed his face closer to mine his eyes smiling sinisterly and made my breathing hitch.

"A lot more than you would you slag." With that annoying insult I kicked my knee up into his family jewels and the one who groped my chest ran towards me. I held my fists up ready for a fight until he turned his back on me and just stood there as a lean wall to block off the other men.

"I said don't touch her." He warned. 

A howl erupted from afar and I can just hear the rapid beating of all our hearts matching up with each other. Boom-boom, boom-boom.

I don't know what came over me but I tilted my head up and howled back.

"What are you doing?!" Silver eyes hissed.

"Stupid bitch." 

I ignored their lashes at me when a pair of golden eyes attached to a large inhuman body crouched in the mist farther into the dark street.

I've dealt with men before that's why I wasn't too afraid of Sam. But now that he's a wolf, it's a whole different story.

It's like a waves of conciseness washed over me. 

The hit of realisation that I'm dealing with a werewolf not just a man.

But what scares me more is that he looks so much like Alpha.

Meow there my mythical legends

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