A small smirk played at his lips as he bowed, his eyes darkening as they met my own once again. "Luna."
I crossed my arms, feeling rather uncomfortable in front of him. "I'm not Luna yet."
"Oh, but you will be in a few years time."
I shrugged my shoulders, avoiding his heavy gaze that never once tore away from my shaking form. He must have noticed because a low, ominous chuckle escaped his lips as he stepped towards a nearby tree and leaned against it, shoving both hands into his pockets.
"Why are you so afraid?"
"I'm not afraid."
"Your body says otherwise."
I rolled my eyes, straightening my stance and trying my best not to show that I was indeed terrified of him. Ever since that day, I never liked Malcolm. He gave off this aura that made me instantly fear him the second our eyes had locked in the woods. I didn't trust him one bit.