The Start Of Diana Collecting The Blood Debts

Luna Riza shifted in the small room, snarling and clawing as she charged straight to Diana before the latter could even move a muscle.

Diana did not budge. She remained seated while she calmly twirled the pendant of the Moon’s Tears.

With two strides of the light brown wolf, it immediately reached Diana. Raising its clawed front paw, it snarled viciously at Diana with every intention to kill the latter.

Two inches from Diana’s face, a bright light emitted from the Moon’s Tears. Rays of light escaped the cracks of the room’s closed door and windows.

The wolf slammed into the farthest wall.

The light did not vanish even when Luna Riza was partially rendered immobile. The latter, who reverted to her human form, shakily stood up with the support of the wall. Wiping the blood trickling down her lips, the Luna eyed the necklace with wonder, awe, envy, and greed.

Luna Riza wanted it for herself and Diana saw it.

‘It really runs in the blood, huh.’ Diana thought.

“The power of the Moon’s Tear