My Mate Is the Immortal Luna!

Zea's POV

My throat burned like a blazing fire as I sat down on a moldy bench in the middle of the forest. Exhausted, I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of the forest at night.

Almost every day, nightmares forced me to clear my head at night. So it often happened that after hours of jogging, I would fall asleep in strange places, dejected.

Then I noticed footsteps a few hundred meters further west, slowly approaching. I sat up attentively, trying to rely on my above-average hearing and block out everything else.

"Something's wrong here." The voice was like a barely perceptible singsong that dissolved in my head. But it was there.

"It feels good." A second voice, male, high-pitched. My body relaxed a little, I fell back onto the bench and tried to get my circulation back under control. A few young people probably shouldn't be serious opponents.

The footsteps now approached more quickly and I opened one eye to examine them. Two silhouettes could be seen at the end of the forest path, but I didn't worry about it.

"Hey, you there!" The young man came closer and his girlfriend followed him. In order not to be rude, I now opened both eyes and looked into the boy's face. In the gentle moonlight, his pale skin shimmered silver and his light blonde hair turned into a bathed in dazzling light.

He looked at me slightly unsettled and then looked at his girlfriend. When he turned his gaze back to me, I noticed his pupils dilated gradually until the brown in his eyes was barely visible.

Then the realization hit me. I had hit the wrong city. A city full of hideous creatures.

Werewolves.

***

“Welcome to Dellin College. May I see your ID?" I calmly dug my fake ID out of my handbag and handed it to the secretary, who looked at it briefly and then nodded.

According to my ID, I had just come of age. I couldn't tell that my age was approaching four figures. By the age of 20, my body had stopped changing, and now I had to live with light blonde hair and ice-blue eyes for over 800 years.

"Thank you, Mrs. Divina." Without looking at me, she gave me the ID back and I put it away again.

"Your timetable and your room key." She handed me a piece of paper and a key with a small 202 carved into it.

***

Just as I was about to pull out the key to unlock my room door, it was torn open from the inside and a slim body slammed into mine. Staggering slightly, I noticed a girl with dark red curls who immediately apologized profusely.

"Sorry, oh God, I'm so sorry," she murmured without looking me in the eyes and embarrassingly adjusted her black pleated skirt.

“Don’t worry, nothing will happen. What are you doing in my room?" I then asked, but she just scurried past me and left me standing in the doorway, puzzled. What was that now?

Shrugging, I went into my room and closed the door behind me. My instincts immediately went haywire when I saw a girl lying on the bed with her head buried in a black-covered book.

Werewolf. My alarm bells went off. This city was cursed, I knew that since I arrived here.

"Hey, I'm Zea." Somehow I managed to force a smile. The girl slowly lowered the book and stared at me expressionlessly through dark brown eyes. "Beautiful." She left it at that and picked up her book again.

Did I mention this city was weird? Not just the city, but also all the people here. No wonder America wasn't my favorite place to be, but anything further east would put my life in danger.

Without a word, I put my small suitcase in a compartment in the closet. "This is my closet," the girl's disapproving voice rang through the room. She had now lifted her upper body off the bed and was sitting upright.

"Then where should I put my things?" My patience was at an end. This girl was pretending to be the judge while I had survived for eight hundred years. Unlike me, she was still a baby unable to live.

"I do not care. "The closet is mine," she repeated. I growled softly. Since I didn't feel like arguing, I simply put my things on my bed and decided to look for a suitable place to store them tonight.

"And who are you?" I asked the girl after a while. She groaned, visibly annoyed, threw the book on the floor next to her, and glared at me.

“Shanice. Now fuck off, my boyfriend is coming and we want to be private," she hissed and stood up. I folded my arms.

“It won’t be a problem asking for your name. Or is this too much effort for the lady?" I grumbled. Shaken, Shanice tossed back her black, wavy hair, revealing the oversized tunnels that had expanded into her earlobes.

I couldn't even last a lifetime with that crap.

"Leave now, or you'll regret it bitterly." She also folded her arms and her eyes narrowed into slits under her thick lashes.

Well, you've got the nicest room partner. God probably meant something really good for you after your last college.

"I'm not going anywhere," I shot back. If I gave her the satisfaction of dancing to her tune now, she'd never treat me as anything other than a piece of trash.

Isn't that you?

"Do you want to watch me and Rider have sex?" she then laughed scornfully.

There was nothing more to say, so I grumbled grabbed the most important things from my suitcase, and disappeared out the door without a word. I would rather spend a day on the street than with this snake.

When I closed the door I almost bumped into someone again. I was only just able to avoid it and stumbled past the sturdy upper body. Today wasn't my lucky day.

"Always slowly," laughed a rough voice and I looked into the angular face of a young man who was looking at me with a slight grin. His black hair hung like a curtain in front of his face and revealed only a little of his green eyes.

"I'm Rider, who do I have the honor of?" With a flirtatious undertone, he leaned against the door frame and eyed me conspicuously.

Why was this entire city infested with werewolves?

“And I’m not a rider. It's nice to meet you," I growled, turned around, and walked obliviously in some direction.

I know you shouldn't judge living beings for who they are born to be and I don't either. Being a werewolf made him an inferior creature like millions of others, but associating with something like Shanice was the final straw.

So a short time later I pushed my way outside through a dense crowd of students and was glad that I didn't suffocate among all the people. I quickly dialed one of the only numbers I had saved on my phone.

“Zea, babe, how are things in Dellin? Did you arrive safely?" the voice of my best, and only, a friend came through the microphone.

"Oh yes, and how I arrived safely," I sneered ironically and sank on a park bench, next to a man who was intently reading the daily newspaper through his reading glasses. His eyes flicked to me briefly, he nodded politely and then straightened himself back to the newspaper.

"Oh no, that bad?" Cole laughed, he hadn't felt sorry for me in a long time.

“Yeah, yeah, just laugh. Someday I'll come to Dublin and spank your sweet bubble butt," I just grumbled. Cole laughed on the other end of the line.

“It would be an honor. But seriously, are they Amys too crazy again or why do you want to leave again before you've arrived?"

Sighing, I pressed the phone under my ear. “Werewolves. It's all full of rude scum."

Cole's laughter faded and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Take care of yourself Zea and don’t get caught. The last thing I want is a bloodbath like the one in New Orleans two years ago."

In shock, I dropped my cell phone on the gravel ground.

"Don't scream," a scratchy voice whispered in my ear as the man pressed his hand tighter over my mouth.