<b>Luna, 5:25 PM</b><br/><br/>“It’s gone,” Luna said incredulously - not to anyone in particular. One moment, she’d been pinned beneath a giant wolf, about to be mated as if she were part of his pack, and the next... she’d destroyed it. She’d focused her aura into a fine point, and forced it all into him, where she’d just... let it go. It wasn’t really that difficult now that she’d done it, but it felt like the knowledge had just come to her. If Vergil was right, then the memories of her past life as a “guardian” were still slumbering inside of her. Was this her past self’s way of looking after her? It was a strange thought, but a comforting one. If she had more tricks like that hidden in her memories, then maybe she wasn’t destined to be raped dry by some demon.<br/><br/>“Vergil! You’re okay!” she said, smiling happily at the sight of the three-headed puppy. She pushed herself out of the chair and rushed over to him on unsteady legs, picking him up and hugging him close. “I guess your search wasn’t for nothing after all. I think I can use... whatever I did just there... again, if I have to. If I can help you look - find more guardians, I mean, and stop them from... having<i>that</i>happen - I’d like to.”<br/><br/>She looked up for the first time... and blinked. There was a figure standing between them and the exit - and it looked like he had a gun. She felt her cheeks burning as she wondered just how much she’d seen, and if he thought he was crazy. She couldn’t make out much about him other than that he had a gun, but that probably meant he couldn’t see her very well, either. Maybe he thought she was some kind of monster.<br/><br/><i>Wait...</i>She glanced toward where most of her clothes were lying in tatters, then down past Vergil, who was nestled comfortably against her breasts. Yep, she was practically naked, and to make things worse, she was pretty sure her panties were damp enough to be at least a little bit transparent. All in all, she decided that she was going to use Vergil as a shield for as long as she could get away with it.<br/><br/>“Hello?” she called softly. If he<i>hadn’t</i>seen anything, then she didn’t really have any way to explain to him what she was doing in a movie theatre in her underwear with a puppy.<i>Look on the bright side... no wolf rape.</i>Somehow, that thought didn’t really help.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>