Julooke could not resist the temptation of the extra large moon that loomed over them in the sky. She took to the beach, her paws laying prints in the sand as she strolled northward. She was in between Stavanger Bay and the Totoka River. She stopped, turning towards the water, and sat down on her haunches, her gaze not wavering from the beautiful sky. She couldn't remember ever seeing the moon this huge, and the stars seemed to accentuate it. She was memorized, feeling like the stars had guided her here. She had much to thank them for.

She and Verrine had talked about having puppies, and she was excited at the possibility of becoming a mother. She was still in heat, and so the opportunity was still there. She had a place to call home, with many wolves who felt like they had been family from day one. She had all this to thank the stars for, and she did. She hoped her parents were up there, looking down on her, proud of who she had become under their guidance. She had always worked hard to make them proud of her. Now, she needed to work hard to be proud of herself. She sat quietly, gazing up at the night sky, not aware of her surroundings or others who might be near.

She heard the howl, and an ear flicked, but it was too far away to tear her gaze away from the sky. She thought she was still alone until a voice reached her ears. Her head turned sharply as her gaze landed on the male. His voice was different... Not something she expected. Her ears folded flat on her head as he circled behind her and came to stand at her side. I'm just, uh, enjoying the full moon, she said, her voice as soft and innocent as she.

There was something... off about him. Her instincts tingled and she suddenly felt the need to leave. Standing, she attempted to turn towards home, But, I think I should go. My mate will be wondering where I am, she said. It wasn't an excuse. Verrine could very well be wondering where she was. She didn't know how long she had been sitting there. Maybe he was looking for her. Either way, every hair on her body was telling her to go.

Julooke was a submissive wolf by nature, and rarely ever looked anyone else in the eyes, except her close friends and family- namely, her pack mates. So, she had yet to notice the piercing white eyes of the male in front of her. He stated he was enjoying the full moon, as well, but she wasn't buying it. It didn't occur to her to not take his words so literally.

He offered up his company, but Julooke was quick to decline, preferring to go with her gut that was telling her to high tail it out of there. She got up and attempted to do just that, but he blocked her. His words were nice enough, but this time she understood the meaning behind them. Her eyes shot to his and they were caught for a moment in shock- both at his stark-white eyes and at his intentions. I've had enough fun, thanks, she retorted. She tried once again to move to his right and around him. She had no knowledge of the female that was watching, so she assumed she had no one to ask for help. She was not a fighter, but she was a runner. If she could just get around him, she knew she could outrun him. Unfortunately, she also knew she would not be able to out fight him.

Her ears folded back on her head when the male once again refused to let her go, growling in her face. It was enough to make her sit back on her haunches. Julooke also felt a pounding in her ears, but it was from fear. She was no fighter, and there was no way she was going to get out of this unscathed. But, she still wouldn't go down without giving him whatever fight she had. She growled at him, baring her own fangs right back at him. I am going home, she said sternly, contradicting his words.

Suddenly, a female appeared between them, stating this was enough. Julooke agreed and, seeing the distraction, tried to get around the pair and run away. If she succeeded, her petite, lean frame would carry her quickly away.

She didn't get far before a heavy blow sent her rolling into the sand with a yelp. The angry male had tackled her successfully, and it sent the air rushing from her lungs. She tried to right herself and catch her breath at the same time, but she was slow to get up. Julooke, the delicate female, was not used to having her body handled so roughly. Where was the other female? Wasn't she here to help her?

Trying to suck air into her lungs, Julooke curled up, her tail between her legs as she rolled onto her back, a sign of full submission to the male. Please, she whimpered. Please, just let me go. Her side hurt from his blow as she continued to try and catch her breath.

Her pleas seemed to fall on deaf ears. In the next instant, she felt his teeth sink into her neck, the blood oozing from her skin. Julooke yelped, beginning to squirm. Her legs flailed, trying to make contact with his body and shove him off. He was so large, so strong, and it was a great effort for her to even try to move him. She had muscle, but it was the muscle of a runner, not a fighter.

Julooke seen the shove, and heard the growl of the other female. Would she be able to help? Would it be enough to move him? This male was strong, and he was angry, which made him all the stronger. Julooke whined in pain.

He let go after the other female threw her weight into him, but not before grabbing on to her flailing leg, tearing the skin as he tumbled away from her. Adrenaline was coursing through her body, helping her ignore the pain. She got up, and ran, pushing herself as much as she could, not looking back to see if anyone was behind her. She ran for her life, sure that if he was following and caught up, he would finish what he set out to do.