Scarlet Moon

This is my submission for the spooky contest



The wolf hurdled through the forest. A Scarlet Moon hung in the sky casting a red light on the forest floor all around him. Speckles of the red light touch the wolf's Pelt. He wanted to cringe away from the acid feeling on his rust colored fur.

His breath came in low raged gaspd and the wolf's strength began to drain as the chorus of howls from his pack floating through the air threatening to drown him.

The wolf shook his head and placed his yellow eyes firmly forward.I mustn't give in. He pushed forward determined not to let the moon catch him in its grasp.

Suddenly he stumbled his paws flailing. When the wolf finally regained his composure he realize the Scarlet light had enveloped him. It washed through him feeling like acid on his Pelt. The wolf let out a cry of pain but it was too late.

His chest widened in his snout grew thicker the once Rusty fur became Inky black his teeth grew and became as sharp as daggers as did his claws.

The Beast curled his lip up in a disturbing grin as his yellow eyes turn Crimson blowing like the fires of hell. Energy fizzed through his body in the storm cloud covered his heart.

The werewolf rose on his back legs and turned his Scarlet gaze to the Moon. A howl emerged from his throat and echoed through the forest louder than the fading howls of the pack.

A thought grew in his mind as the once sweet wolf howled to the blood red moon The reign of the werewolf has begun...



Nioma's began to fade in unison with her packmates as all the Wolves fell silent a piercing how cut through the air it was deep and raspier than the howl of a normal wolf. It dripped with malice and Nioma's fur began to prick.

Much to her relief it stopped. "What was that?" Strabilla her young daughter asked tilting her snow white head." I'm not sure but it was probably at Lone Wolf passing by." Her voice was calming like a Beta's should be. Nioma was third on the pack's hierchy. Third only to both the male and female Alphas.

Strabilla twitched her ear doubtfully but offered no argumenty.Murmurs rippled through the pack until Albus the alpha male let out of commanding bark. The pack fell silent "I'm sure whoever or whatever that was, its long on now." He said calmly.

Nioma's ears twitched and she heard Loud pants and crashes before she could say a thing as monsterous Beast erupted into the clearing.

Nioma stared at it wide eye. It was massive with savage claws and teeth. Muscles rippled under its pitch black fur and its eyes looked like the Scarlet Moon.

Time seemed to slow down as it barreled into Albus killing him instantly.The packs Alpha female Nila attacked it followed by almost every other member of the pack. It Claude and bit at the Wolves leaving most of them to bleed to death if they weren't already dead.

Nioma regaining herself saw the immense danger and let out a howl. "Retreat!"

The surviving wolves scattered instantly. Nioma glanced around frantically. She almost let out a releived sigh when she saw strabilla.

The Beast let out deep growls and she suddenly remembered the danger. Nioma darted under the bushed surrounding the camp heading in the same direction as Strabilla.

Nioma assumed the wolf-like creature wasn't interested in the remaining wolves by how silent is had become.She caught up with Strabilla and checked her for any sighn of injuries. "Mom." She whined squirming. Nioma ignored her daughter's protest and kept sniffing for any trace of blood. When she was satisfied she licked her daughter on the ear."We should probably figure out where the others are." Nioma murmured half to herself.

"They're most likely at White-Willow Creek." Strabilla woofed.

''White-Willow Creek! Of course!'' White-Willow Creek was the second best place in the pack territory beaten only by the pack's current camp.

Nioma took the lead and they got there in a matter of minutes. Strabilla westbound correct when out of the nineteen original wolves only seven were there excluding Nioma and Strabilla.

As the two and entered the area of moss covered or the survivors crowded them. Nioma looked at them crushed with releif when she saw none of them had many injuries.

"What do we do?!" Basi a young dark brown wolf asked staring at the Beta with wide eyes.

"I'm not exactly sure yet." Nioma admitted.

"Do you at least know what that thing is?!" Ampa asked her silver fur rippling along her spine.

Nioma let out a weary sigh. "I believe it's a werewolf. They are said to only be created on the night of Scarlet Moon."

"How do we get rid of it though?" Talis growled his scarred yellow ears pinned back.

Nioma gazed at her remaining packmates. At that moment she came to a decision. "I'll go kill it."

"What?! No! Th-thats suicide!" Strabilla bursted out. The other wolves nodded agreement.

Nioma let out a annoyed puff. "Fine. Your right. What if I just investigated." They looked at each other before nodding very reluctant.

Satisfied Nioma turned around to go but then looked back and met their gazes sharply."No one is to follow me."

Strabilla opened her snout but then snapped it shut when she saw the look on her mother's face. She nodded sullenly.

Good. Nioma turned her head in the direction of the forest. She trotted through the pines. Soft beds of needles made her move efficiently.

Blotched of red seeped through the canopy of the tall narrow trees dotting the land around her. As she neered Nioma moved more cautiously.Her heart rate doubled as she nosed gently through the bushed and entered the pack's camp clearing.

The air was thick with the metallic smell of blood mixed with the eye watering stench of death. Nioma rinckled her nose as she gazed at the dead wolves strew across the camp.

Glancing around she saw a carcass only a few wolf-lengths away from her. Her eyes darted across the clearing for any sign of the werewolf.The air was still and no movement caught her eye.

Taking her chances she padded lightly toward her packmates body. Clumps of white fur were missing she saw as she got closer. Igti. She thought with a pang of heart wrenching grief.

Igti was staring at the sky his one eye glazed and sightless. Blood still trickled from his lip and a permanent snarl was etched in his face. But what made Nioma want to reach was the hole torn in his chest. The only thing the werewolf did was rip out his heart. That could have been me. She thought not able to surpress a shruddered.

Suddenly a thunder of steps echoed toward her. "Mom! Watch out!" Stabilla?! She thought as a large creature slammed into her and knocked the air out of her.

Nioma's muzzle was shoved into the Earth but the werewolf's scent still touched her nose. It reeked of death.

"No! Mom!" Strabilla's cry fadded as the werewolf reached down and tore out Nioma's throat. It is me. was her last thought before black swamped over her...



I'm not finished with it yet. Also please only fix Grammer mistakes thank you.