The mild call of the moon

~Noelle~

My body shifts against the mattress, unease slowly settles in my chest. All form of sleep crawls out of me. I pat the underside of my pillow, searching for my pistol. When my hand feels nothing, my lashes spring up.

"Micah, who took my gun?" I grumble, sleep coating my tone. The room is dark, but the windows are open. Such magic...sleeping with the windows open, aren't people afraid of being spotted by one of the infec-

Oh. This is going to take some getting used too. They sleep on comfy beds that bounce when you move a bit, and their windows aren't boarded up. This is pure madness. I need to get away.

I rolled out of the bed, taking the sheets with me. I tumbled over them, falling to my stomach with an audible noise.

"Fuck."

The darkness makes me feel weird in my own skin. It might have something to do with moon, it's gaze is locked fiercely on my position. I hurried to my feet, and navigated my way to the door.

A few minutes passed, I trudged through the darkened hallway. A growl came from my stomach, begging me to eat something.

So walking out of my new comfortable room wasn't the brightest of ideas, but then again, I wouldn't be infected if I was known for my bright ideas.

I should be resting, or trying to find my own way to Micah. My throat ached for some liquid. I passed out and they didn't offer me food, or any sustinance when I came through. Terrible manners, I hope none of them are doctors. They'd lose a lot of patients without the help of the virus.

The whole house is dark and I have no way knowing where I am. Or where I shouldn't go. Dante forbade me from entering his room, jokes on him anyways. Why would I want to be that asshole's room. It's probably decorated with the severed of heads of his victims.

Okay maybe I might be a bit dizzy, and untrusting of this man. But life taught me certain things, never trust an alpha. They're wicked, and as a Luna, I have to protect myself. He might have said he won't use me, do I believe that? Fuck no. What kind of sociopath tells you what they really plan go do with you?

He's lying that he doesn't need me to get me to drop my guard down, and then he'll strike when I least expect it. It's a trick that won't work on me.

When he's weak and needs to refuel, or heal an injury, or get even stronger so he can terrorize more people, he'll crack and use me. It won't work, I'm on to him.

Wait…how does a Luna heal and increase an alpha's power? Um, do I pat his shoulders? Sing a song?

I get this nag in my spine telling me I'm not going to like the real answer to this when I find out.

Until then, I'll continue creeping around the house trying to find a friggin kitchen.

My head twinge as it made contact with something hard, I groaned into the emptiness of the hall.

A tingle rolls onto my back. Feeling as though I was being watched. I always feel like I'm being watched by something, this isn't really a new thing for me.

What the hell was that? My fingers moved first, patting everything before I started moving again. That had hurt so much. What did I run into? And why on earth is this one house so big?

I'm not used to having so much space. What can you even do with a house that has more than four essential rooms.

Basement. Bedroom. Bathroom. Kitchen.

Oh wait five, living room. But I could live without that one. And they all have to be small. The room Dante gave me has enough empty spots to keep, and hide weapons. Speaking of, where are my guns?

My thoughts are trailing off. Light! I squeaked, increasing my steps. There was a bright shine coming from the end of the hallway? I presume I'm in the hallway, right? Do they call it something else here? Ugh, I'm not civilized. Not enough for this.

I was overjoyed when I finally got to the light, glancing into the open space. I quickly flung myself back to hide. A palm slapped over my mouth, my breathing was getting to loud.

"Read me a story?" Lynx pleaded to her father. She was tucked under a polar bear designed sheet, snuggling into Dante's side. And I shouldn't be thinking this, but he looked- okay? with her finding warmth in him.

I might not trust the guy, but I wouldn't want to interrupt their little family time. That would be rude. I guess. She did bite me, I shouldn't care.

No, she's a child who made a mistake. That cost me the life I had known. Ah, it's complicated. Still, I respect their alone time. I don't have my family anymore. I would kill to hug them one last time.

I'll sneak off and find the kitchen somehow. Even as I said this, my feet remained glued to the floor board. Almost like it didn't want to be anywhere else.

'What kind of story?' That voice. I slid freely to my knees. Leveling my breathing as Dante's gravel of an octave burned itself into my mind.

"Sleeping beauty?"

'Once again, the prince in that story was a necrophiliac, so no.'

What's a necrophiliac? And what is sleeping beauty? And why would someone write a child story about a sleeping lady?

Lynx started giggling, my heart melted from it. Her giggles ended in a yawn. "I don't know what that word means, daddy. I bet it's gross."

She so cute. Argh! I could just squish her with my hands. Then there's her freaky father with a fetish for invading people's minds.

Realization dawned on me. If I can hear what Dante is telling Lynx, doesn't that mean he knows I'm here? Why hasn't he said anything?

'It is gross. How about princess and the frog? Reboot?'

"ohh, yes! I love Tiana. She worked so hard to…." Her voice trailed off into a snore. My fist pressed to my lips to hide a small laugh that threatened to expose me. I shuffled away from the wall, making my break away from Lynx's bedroom.

I still have no idea where I'm going too. Where are all the light switches? Frick. I wasn't supposed to eavesdrop on their conversation, but maybe I should have asked for directions. I don't know where I am!

"This is frustrating! Ugh!" this is the main reason why I map out places. Even in the dark I know where to escape too, where every gun is kept, and what my odds are of surviving. I need to explore this house during the day. Whether he likes it or not, I am going to hide a weapon on every crevice.

If something attacks me, or when he finally attacks me, I'll know what to use against him. He may be bigger than me, stronger than me with telepathic abilities, but….uh I have the um

Well, yeah. I have that. And I'm flexible, yes!

Clanking of two metal items was made from a distance not that far from where I stood. Fear crawled up my spine, and I hurriedly searched for something fight with. Finding the knob to a door instead. I took one step out and realized I was outside. The moon was half tonight, and I felt a strange calling to walk down the straight path ahead.

Survival instinct says no. But my curiosity says yes. What have I got to lose anyways? I can't go back into the house, I don't know my way back to my room.

Hmm, that means walking out at night will get me even more lost. I sighed, running my fingers through my once neat bun. The hair band held my hair in place but curls fell out of place.

Who put my hair in a bun? Why am I in a different pair of clothes?

I should be more concerned....shouldn't I?

Okay Noelle. Only Walk forward. This way if you get lost you can just take the straight path back. I'm not sure why I'm even listening to the call of the moon, maybe it's a wolf thing. I just feel like I need to walk that way, urgently.

"I have made bad decisions before, this better not be one of em."