The only light was the street lamp, a slighly bluish purple glow, lighting the up a small portion of the picnic area. Luna sat, tense and ready spring up at the slightest hint of danger.
When she saw who it was, she nearly let out a whimper.
Mark?! The transfer student? What is he doing way out here? And it’s way beyond “walking hours”, Luna’s head spun with questions.
He sat down on a bench and laid back on the table. His hair hung around his face, creating a curtain of shadow. Luna could feel her heart beating fast. She might as well have blushed if she was in her human form. Luna decided to creep away, so she stepped backwards. There was a sharp crack. Dammit! Luna swore to herself. She had stepped on a dry twig.
“Who’s there?” Mark had leaped to his feet, and was walking closer to the bushes every minute.
Luna crouched down.
The bushes parted.