All Chapters of A LUNA'S REVENGE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Carl’s Coffee Café was the last place Rebekah wanted to be. She drummed her sweaty palm against her thigh hoping to quell the nervousness that had knotted in her stomach. What could be so difficult in ordering a cup of coffee? “I wouldn’t want any sweetener or milk” the man in front of her spoke again. She felt the knot in her stomach tighten. His voice sounded so divine - and blatantly British! A baritone as deep as a lazy growl, yet it was light enough to make her feel this giddy and awkward. "So, black then?” Carl, with his trademark chubby cheeks replied. “Not quite” the man with the beautiful voice spoke again, “Could you do something else, anything other than the regular sweeteners and stuff?” Relax Rebekah! "Good Lord" she exhaled. The nausea she felt in her stomach could easily be mistaken for butterflies, but she knew better - or so she hoped. “You really have to decide, Sir.” Carl replied coolly, “Unless you'd have whatever I whip up for you. No rejects, no refu

Brown paced around in his sparsely furnished cabin; a bar at one end, two chairs and several empty bottles lying about. He wrapped his hand around the neck of a bottle of whisky. It was already past midnight yet he felt neither drowsy nor tired. Everything was going south. He took another generous swig of his whisky, grateful as it heated its way down his throat. Since he couldn’t get drunk, he had to settle for the temporary relief the bottle offered.He hadn’t expected to meet Jeff at Norton. The last he had heard of Jeff, he had been somewhere in New York, being a complete corporate dickhead as usual. That’s the reason he had chosen to come down to Clydentown instead; that and his uncle Gordon.For two people who claimed to hate themselves so much, they were so similar – Jeff and father. Loose. Impulsive. Wild. Angry. So many adjectives yet he felt they all didn’t do justice to the expression he desired.He remembered the way father would beat Jeff when they had been little. How

There was no number to Jeff’s office, if you still chose to call it an office.The entire floor was one big fancy loft. There was a long wooden meeting table with a mini throne at the head of the table. Brown chuckled. Jeff really did fancy himself King around here.Brown walked towards the table. The loft looked was even bigger once he stepped inside; a snooker table with already arranged balls, two sofas, a mini dining table, one large refrigerator. Jeff must be living here.“I see you’re in awe” Jeff called from behind him. He sure loved dramatic entrances.“It’s not bad”“No need to be modest, Brown. Feel free to bask in my glow”“You sent for me, Jeff”“That’s boss to you.” Brown nodded. “Yes Sir” He knew Jeff was baiting him and he was not going to fall for it.Jeff walked over to the throne at the head of the wooden table. Brown observed that Jeff was dressed all I white. Suit and all!He ran his hand over the two wolves carved on the edges of the throne. They were facing oppo

“I never know you owned a jeep.” Rebecca strapped a seatbelt in place. They were done with the date and she still felt all giddy.Brown chuckled and turned on the ignition and the jeep roared to life. He hoped he could concentrate with her sitting right next to him.“You live close by milady?” he asked. He didn’t want to stay long behind the wheel fighting a war to keep his eyes from her face. A war he knew he had already lost.“Just a few blocks away,” “Thank God,” he muttered under his breath.As he eased out of the Norton parking lot, he could feel her eyes boring holes on his face. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him too, or maybe he was seeing things more than what actually were. He grabbed the steering wheel tight with both hands and guided the vehicle out of the lot.For a parking lot this well designed, it would appear that most of the Norton employee really preferred ordering an Uber to work. Just like the rest of the multi-floored building, the parking lot was tastefully des

Brown knew his hunches were never far from truth. His werewolf senses had never been wrong, so far. The little boy had disappeared after a bend, but his scent was still thick in the air. Brown followed it down the alley, taking a let once the scent got stronger down the bend.“Brown?” Rebekah called behind him. He needed to have a believable lie if he was to get away with this stunt he had just pulled. He couldn’t tell her that the ice cream had been laced with trace amounts of wolfsbane. Not enough to kill a werewolf, but enough to render him weak for a few days.“Jeff” he muttered under his breath. Only his step brother would go as far as using a little boy to achieve his sinister goals. He increased his pace and bolted into a half run till he got to a dumpster with two teenagers standing next to it. They shook hands suspiciously and ran away as Brown approached. Brown didn’t care. The boy couldn’t have gone far. He approached the dumpster by the corner and the boy’s scent grew eve