As if pulled by some unknown force, Coro and I lunge towards each other. His sharp canines are directed to my throat and I suppress a chuckle. How predictable of him to go right for the kill. With quick footwork, I twist my body around to his left side and drag my claws along his flank. He howls with pain, turning to snap at my hind leg but I leap out of the way and retreat to a safe distance. I am surprised to see black blood dripping from his wound, droplets falling onto the snow-white flowers causing them to instantly wither and die.
His blood must be the answer to the Soulless crisis.
Coro lets out a loud snarl, his sky-blue eyes slowly turning a bright red like the Soulless as anger radiates off of him. He is not happy with being injured by me. Too bad, though, because I plan to kill this bastard.
Without warning, I push off the ground and into the air, my claws outstretched and aiming for his neck. He retreats just in time for me to miss my mark but what he doesn't know is how quick I can be.
With a smirk, I land long enough to lunge forward, my jaw clamping onto his cheek and tearing away flesh. Blood oozes out of his wound as his blood-red eyes glow. He meets me head on, though, and soon claws tear apart my right ear in seconds. Then I feel his teeth sink into my shoulder, ripping away the flesh as I jump away just in time to avoid a broken shoulder.
My blood trickles from the wounds inflicted on me, the bright red blending into my white fur. I need to finish him off, and soon. The two of us soon become a blur of black and white, our teeth ripping into our skin, claws tearing apart any place we can sink into each other, and snarls of anger and dominance forcing the wolves battling around us to stop their fight to watch and see who will come up the winner. Coro manages to catch me off guard, his teeth grabbing the scruff of my neck and throw me five feet across our battleground. My body lands on the hard ground, the air forced from my lungs as the scent of moonflowers fill my nose.
Climbing to my feet, the sounds of bones shifting and rearranging catch my attention and I turn to see Coro standing in front of me.
"Shift, Little Sister. This fight isn't over." He yells out racing towards me. I growl, dodging to the right to avoid his punch and shift. He turns on his feet fast using the momentum of his turn to land a kick but I quickly drop to the ground, my legs swiping his out from under him. His face holds a look of shock as he crashes to the ground with a loud thud and I smirk. He may be taller than me, but being small means I am faster.
Before I let Coro regain his bearings, I climb on top of him, landing punch after punch to his body. The satisfying crunch of bones against my next punch makes me happy. Suddenly, claws dig into my hip making me wince from the pain and missing a punch.
My mistake is fatal as I am thrown off of Coro and hit the ground on my back hard, the air once again being force from my lungs. Coro is quick to climb on top of me, His hands wrapping around my throat before I can take a breath of air.
"This it the end for you, Little Sister." His voice is filled with triumph as his grip tightens and black dots fill my vision. I know both of us are on our last stand. With determination, one hand grasps Coro’s neck while the other reaches towards his chest as I dig my claws into him. I hear his pained gasps as he tries his best to strangle me.
With my body deprived of the precious oxygen that I need, I dig and search for his heart, surprised to know it is still beating.
My clawed hand clasps the organ tightly, feeling the heart beating against my skin. He growls, wincing while tightening his hold on me. My vision starts to fade, my strength leaving with it. With the last ounce of power inside me I have left, I pull my hand back and as darkness takes over my vision I pray to the Moon Goddess that I have finally killed Coro.
Bright light forces the darkness to fade, and I find myself standing in the field of moonflowers I had just fought in. There is no signs of war before me, and I wonder if what happened was a dream.
“I see you are awake.” A voice I have longed to hear once more calls out. Turning around, I find my father leaning against a tree, his eyes filled with warmth. I rush to his side, my father pushing off from the tree to catch me in his arms as he hugs me tightly to him. The scent of the moon is on him and I smile, feeling the comforting embrace of a parent calm me.
“You did good, my pup. I am proud of you.” He whispers, stroking my hair. All I can do is nod, my voice constricted as I allow the tears to flow down my face.
“Am I dead?” I finally am able to ask after some time has passed.
“No. You are just in the dream-scape right now as your body heals. Now you have some people that want to meet you.” My father answers, pulling away from me. The scene changes in a blur and I look around watching the trees shift from coniferous trees to deciduous. The blurry scene soon becomes clear and I am no longer in the moonflower meadow.