All Chapters of MARKED BY MOONLIGHT : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

~ CAIN ~ I scan the bar with narrowed eyes, tracking every supernatural patron lounging at the booths or hunched over the counters. I’m in The Grit—the only place in Ashridge Hollow where all supernaturals dare to mingle and conduct business without starting a war. It’s in the grittier part of town, the kind of place humans steer clear of. The ones who do show up know better than to act out. Everyone fears Draven, the owner of the joint. One wrong move, and you’re walking out in a body bag—if you’re lucky. They don’t call it The Grit for nothing. I sigh as I look around the bar. The longer I wait, the darker my mood grows. Each second drags a slow itch under my skin, and I almost can't take it anymore. I keep my eyes on the entrance, the single door that separates me from the bastard I’ve been sent here to meet. It's still cl

~ CAIN ~ "I won’t kill a female for your Master." The words fall flat between us. I don’t flinch. Don’t blink. I just watch West across the table as his face twists like I slapped him. "Then don’t," he sneers, the corner of his mouth curling like he’s chewing on something sour. "Leave her breathing if you must. We only need her to understand the position she places herself in by killing off our kind. We’ll appreciate a hard lesson learned just as much as a loss of life or limb." His casual cruelty is suffocating, but I keep my expression blank. A female killing off leeches can’t be that bad, I think to myself. Still, something itches at the back of my neck. “She’s killing vampires?” I ask, unable to hide the flicker of interest in my tone. The idea alone is enough to stir somethin

~ CAIN ~ At noticing my change, West stops sneering and tries to back away—but he isn’t fast enough. My fist connects with his nose, the bones beneath my knuckles cracking with a sharp, satisfying crunch. His pitiful cry is muffled by the hand he slaps over his injury, blood trickling through his fingers. “You’re right. We’re an obstacle your master doesn’t need. But don’t threaten me or my pack. You might get what you want, but you won’t leave happy.” I turn, eyes shifting just in time to catch a vampire edging closer to his opponent. The female sees the opening and takes it—shoving into his body with her smaller frame. Her fingers grip his jaw and force his head back. The dagger in her hand slices through tissue and muscle like butter, nearly taking his head clean off. She releases him and turns, already back in motion. The two remaining vampires dive for the guns hidden under t

~ CAIN ~ West wheezes beside me, blood crusting under his nose, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. "Look, apart from the fact that she's a thorn in our flesh, there is nothing special about her," he says hoarsely. "Moreover, she’s nothing to you. Just a half-vampire, half-wolf with no past and no future. No one will miss her. Do the world a favor and destroy what was never intended to exist in the first place." West wheezes beside me, blood crusting under his nose, forcing him to breathe through his mouth. "Look, apart from the fact that she's a thorn in our flesh, there's nothing special about her," he rasps. "She’s nothing to you—a half-vampire, half-wolf with no past and no future. No one will miss her. Do the world a favor. Destroy what was never intended to exist in the first place." I glare at him, every muscle in my body tightening. He says it like she’s a dise

~ CATHERINE ~ Something incredibly soft brushes the tip of my nose. I shift on the warm, lumpy pillow beneath my head as I try to avoid the annoying contact. When it sweeps across my face a second time, I slide off the pillow and roll away from the disturbance pulling me from sleep. But then a deliciously woodsy scent floods my senses as I land against something warm. The scent is so heady and potent that it burns the back of my throat. My hunger stirs instantly, roaring to life, sharpening the ache gnawing at my belly and worsening the cotton dryness coating my mouth. How long has it been since I fed? I try to remember how long it’s been since I fed, but logic slips through my fingers like smoke. Time doesn’t exist. Only the unbearable ache in my fangs and the intoxicating scent filling my senses do right now. The