his eyes slightly. “Who’s Pierre? Your boyfriend?”
Luna nodded. “We’ve been dating for a few months. Nothing serious. He’s nice”.
Chase snorted and laughed all at once. “Nice, huh? He must be boring you then”.
“What do you mean by that?”
“When a woman says her boyfriend is ‘nice’ it means that he bores them out of their skulls”.
Her green eyes narrowed as she looked at her brother’s friend. “Hmmm. No one has ever called you nice then, Chase?”
A smirk rolled over his mouth. “Not once, princess”, he replied.
Luna looked him straight into his chocolate-coloured eyes and with a flick of her pale golden hair told him, “I can believe that”, and waltzed out of the kitchen, leaving Chase standing there, watching her walking away, his eyes twinkling in amusement.
Five
Between the severed paw, the bloody porch and the stress of her parent’s deaths, Luna thought she would suffer bad dreams that night, but surprisingly she quickly fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. The silence of the woods was a little strange to listen to compared to the hustle and bustle of busy Parisian streets, but jet lag consumed her completely.
The pale pink walls were drenched in blackness, the only light seeping into the bedroom from a few twinkling stars and an almost full moon. A heavy stillness hung in the air and the tangled sheets around Luna’s legs felt claustrophobic. Grabbling for her phone, the screen told it her it was a little after two a.m.
Kicking the sheets away, Luna lay there in the dark, peering through the darkness. Even in the dead of night, lights would find their way into her apartment. Here it was different. The dark was deep, complete.
A faint scratching sound emanated through the darkness. Is that a mouse? She thought, straining to hear the noise. Sitting up, Luna brushed her blonde tresses out of her face and tried to determine where the noise was coming from.
The scratching was getting louder. It seemed to be coming from the window. Reluctantly, Luna forced her aching body to stand up, then made her way over to the window.
Stars twinkled in the velvet darkness of the night sky, the moon shining brightly. Luna’s bedroom was positioned just to the right of the front door, giving her beautiful views over the driveway and the porch.
A slight breeze caused the trees to sway from side to side. The scratching noise was getting louder but Luna couldn’t determine what it was. It sounded as though someone was scratching the windowsill, but there was nothing there.
Since she couldn’t see anything but stars and trees, Luna started to turn away from the window and towards her bed.
Without warning, something struck the window, causing her heart to jump into her throat. It was only when her eyes adjusted to what she was seeing that her brain tried to determine what it was exactly. A creature of some sort, one she had never seen before, its body twisted, its mouth open wide showing incredibly sharp discoloured teeth. Letting out a piercing screech, Luna jumped back in horror. Her own screams sliced through the air as the horrific creature scratched his nails down the glass. The nails were almost as long as her own fingers, stained in inky shadows, the creature’s eyes dark and fixating on her face. What on earth is this thing?” Luna thought, unsure of whether this grey, hairless creature was real or just a figment of an overactive, exhausted imagination.
Her bedroom door flung open, banging against the wall. Chase stood there, dressed only in a pair of boxers, looking all around the room. Was he sniffing again?
“Chase!” Luna cried, rushing over to him. She stopped herself from touching him, or hiding behind his body. That would be too pathetic. She had never played the damsel in distress before and she wouldn’t start now. But it was comforting to be beside someone just then.
Chase’s dark eyes narrowed, trying to detect what the threat was. His eyes finally located