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BLUE MOON 124
“Where are they? Can you sense them like you do intruders?” I inquire mutedly after walking for a few minutes. The words barely leave my lips, if they are close I don’t want to give away our location. “No, there’s nothing, but they are here” his voice comes low, “Marc and Eli have been tracking them for about an hour now” Heart in my throat, we walk for twenty more minutes before I see Marc and Oliver where they have taken cover behind a large tree. Zayne makes a hand motion, Marc raises two fingers in reply. I move forward trying to get a sense of my surrounding. Eerie silence surrounds us, not even the wind blows, but I sense familiar pack members in the woods, where they’ve taken position. Zayne’s hand finds mine in the darkness, his fingers threading through mine, and I hear them a second later, boots shifting against the grass. They’re here. I will my heart to maintain a steady pace, holding my breath. I look to Zayne for the plan of action, only now remembering I was out
BLUE MOON 125
“Can we kill him now?” Zayne drawls, appearing from the trees, he always did love to make an entrance, “I despise pointless monologues” He looks at me, completely ignoring Kieran as though he was beneath his notice. Kieran Blackwell enjoys playing games, it doesn’t hurt to play a game of our own, from his little speech, he wants to be recognized, that’s why he created the serum, to feel powerful. What better revenge than to deprive him of that? “You’re so violent” I sighed oozing disappointment, though I fight the smile on my lips. As I expected, Kieran frowns, his lips turning down.Zayne shrugs his large shoulders like he couldn’t care less. “It has served me well” A short laugh escapes me, we already got the answer we wanted, Zayne said we had to find out if there was more of the serum laying around somewhere, not wanting to make the same mistake as last time. “True." In our world, sometimes, violence is always the answer. "Okay, he can die now. Turns out he wasn’t as impressi
BLUE MOON 126
I'm still screaming like when I jump on Kieran’s back, my hands on his face, my claws stabbing into any vulnerable flesh, tearing at his jaw, but he doesn't feel any of it in his haze of bloodlust. He howls as I press my claws into his sockets with all my might taking away one of his senses. I keep digging until I’m sure his brain is licking down his eyes. fire stabs into my thighs, a fist tightens around my hair and I go flying over his head. I cough as pain spreads over every inch of my body. “Fucking bitch! Fuck Fuck!” his hands smacks at his face blindly in the air. Willing whatever strength is left in my battered body roll over unto my front, grimacing at the stabbing sensation in my chest I crawl over to where Zayne is laying still on the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kieran disappear into the forest. I pay him no mind, my attention on my fallen mate. My mate is down, the strongest male I’ve ever known, down and it was all my fault. Why can’t I ever do anyth
BLUE MOON 127
The past week has been hard, even though we won, war takes its toll. In the end, we were all nursing broken bodies and an equally broken heart, and Zayne… I just miss him. A whole week has gone by and whenever I think about that night, I want to break down into tears, sometimes, I do cry. At the fight and what went down after. The girls come to visit me every day, and Oliver and the guys also swing by after training. Sometimes, Emma is also here, and we make food together. But at night, I get so lonely, the bed so empty without him. But I can't bare to sleep anywhere else. At least here, I’m covered in his scent.Right now, we gather in the meeting room, I try not to pace as I wait, the time counting down with each passing second, smoothing a hand over my leather jacket, I draw in a deep breath. I don’t know which has me more nervous. Finally talking to them or- almost immediately a short beep sounds and I hear the door push open. Every other thought forgotten I cover the distance
BLUE MOON EPILOGUE
I sit in Zayne’s chair once again, his computer screen in front of me displaying four other males. The large screen in front of me connected to the computer displays the same for the others to see.“And you are?” the voice is gruff. You’d think they’d know who I am with the number of hunters they’ve sent after me. I look at each of them, an older male, who looks to be around his late sixties in human age, sits at the top right screen. beside him is a light-haired male, younger. at the bottom left is a middle-aged male with a bald head and black eyes, and the last is a dark-haired male also young. As it has for nearly eight years now, the fifth council seat remains unoccupied. I fight a smirk pulling at my lip when I say “Alina, you probably know me as the Sliver one”Two of them gasped loudly, the bald-headed one remains quiet, not an ounce of expression on his face. I let that sit for a moment. I see them looking at my hair then my eyes, the technology, no matter how advanced mutes
BLUE MOON Bonus Content-
I wake up slowly. Heat swooping up my belly, lingering in my core as a hand smooths down my leg, over my calf to my ankle. Moisture pools in my center as the scent of my musk fills the room. I don’t know how I can still take any more after what went down last night. But I always want more with him. “Zayne…” I try to bring my left leg to my right to relieve some of the tension between my things but it doesn’t budge. Hm? My forehead wrinkles but I am distracted by a light nibbling on my big toe. His fingers trail over the bottom of my foot tickling me, as a light sleepy giggle escapes me, he spreads me even wider, I expect him to roll me over unto my back, throw my leg over his shoulder or settle himself between my thighs but something tightens around my ankle pulling taut. Once again, confusion rises. Then he leaves me completely, I pull on my leg, but it doesn’t budge, why can't I move my leg? Neither can my arms. "What the..?" “Zayne?” Am I tied up? “Why am I tied up?” is th
BLUE MOON 1
*** All is fair in love and war, a great many stories have been told about love, in the mortal world, in vampire tales, and even amongst the Olympian gods of old. Even we are not left out of it, the werewolves. Everybody loves, though it is most often followed by tragedy. It is often said that our line started with those three, the three big L's: Life, love, and loss. Not necessarily in that order, many, many years ago, when my ancestors were still mortals that serve the hunt Goddess, Blessed Selena, the moon. A man loved, lost and after much prayer, his sincerity touched the cold heart of our Goddess and his beloved lived again. But like all stories about cheating death and rebirth, there was a price, she became possessed by one of the fierce creatures that are spell bounded by the moon. The soul of a new being merged with hers, there was no way to tell their difference or separate them. Her eyes and hair turned silver like the moon. Thus, making her the first werewol
BLUE MOON 2
*** Light grey eyes stare back at me through the mirror, that’s if you can even call them grey. I add another coat of mascara and then return the wand to its tube, I pinch my cheeks a few times, hoping to give some spark of life into my appearance, I’ve always been pale, and no, not just my skin, I mean all of me, my hair is white, not platinum blond or grey, I mean snow white, on sunny days you can see some highlights of blue and hints of silver in it. My eyes are a very light grey on a good day, when I'm feeling emotional you can see flecks of silver like someone sprinkled broken chips of the full moon on my pupils. The freakiest thing I tell you. At least the hair on my eyebrows is a few shades darker than that on my hair, thank the Goddess, I would probably look like a clown with white eyebrows. The old healer in the pack called me blessed child once when I fell and broke my arm and had to go to the clinic for treatment. I didn’t think much of it, probably bec
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