Luna

The moon hung low and bloated over the city skyline, a pale, judgmental eye watching the pavement below. Luna didn’t care for the view; she was too busy feeling the electric hum of the hunt beneath her skin. She blurred past the neon-drenched storefronts of downtown, the heavy soles of her boots striking the concrete with a rhythmic, predatory thud. Clad in a pair of shredded black jeans and a worn-in leather jacket that smelled faintly of ozone and wild pine, she was a stark, jagged silhouette against the urban sprawl. Her golden eyes caught the reflection of a shop window, glowing with an intensity that defied the dull glow of the streetlights. With a wicked, feral grin, she took a sharp turn into a crowded alleyway, scattering a group of startled commuters like panicked birds. She didn’t stop; she just let out a sharp, breathless laugh that sounded more like a growl, relishing the way the city shivered at her passing. Chaos was her favorite pastime, and as she leaped effortlessly onto a fire escape, her claws tearing shallow gouges into the rusted metal, she knew the night was only just beginning to unravel.