Luna's Point of View
Smoke curled from my nostrils.
The scent of burnt flesh and ash clung to my tongue, sharp and bitter, but I didn't care. I stood over the scorched remains of what once dared to breathe the same air as my mate, chest rising and falling in slow, heavy beats. My claws were coated in blood. My heart thundered like a war drum in my chest.
And I was still angry.
Not because she ran. Not because she begged. Not even because she dared fight.
No.
Because she offered herself to him.
That thing—that filth—offered her body to Hiccup. My Hiccup. My future mate.
As if she could satisfy him. As if he would want her.
I growled low in my throat, the fury surging all over again. I could still hear her voice—those pathetic words, soft and trembling, but soaked in that revolting tone. She spoke like she meant it. Like it was a gift.
It wasn't.
It was poison.
She tried to taint him.
I snarled and struck the ground with my tail, sending a spray of dirt over the still-glowing embers where her head used to be. Not even ashes remained. Good. She didn't deserve to.
My wings flared once before folding tight to my back again. I paced, claws raking the blood-soaked earth, leaving deep gouges in the dirt. I wanted to scream, to fly, to tear something else apart—but there was nothing left. No more targets. No more excuses.
Only this gnawing, clawing heat inside me.
She tried to touch him.
I would have let her die slowly. I would have let him end her.
But the moment she opened her mouth and said that, I snapped.
I wanted her gone. Erased.
No one offers themselves to him. No one dares.
He is not for them.
He is for me.
He is mine.
I shook myself hard, trying to calm the shivers in my limbs. My breathing finally began to slow, the haze lifting like mist after a storm.
But the rage lingered beneath my skin like fire under scales.
I turned slowly to look at him—my mate. He stood a short distance away, arms crossed, his terrible little dragon perched on his shoulder, still watching me like I was an unpredictable storm.
He looked…
Amused.
That crooked smile was back on his face. Not mocking. Not judging. Just… entertained.
He tilted his head. "Had your fill of fun?"
The words were light, teasing. But they hit me like a slap.
My eyes widened for half a second before I let out a sharp huff and looked away, ears flattening to my skull. Heat flushed through me—not from rage this time, but from something far more annoying.
Embarrassment.
Why did I do that?
Why did I go feral over some useless, dying rat of a human?
Because she offered herself to him.
Because she dared.
Because I couldn't bear the thought of anyone else even suggesting it.
I sat down hard, tail curling tightly around my feet as I stared stubbornly at the charred ground.
I heard him chuckle.
And I hated how much I liked the sound.