Semua Bab Blue Moon Rising: Bab 21 - Bab 30

The sound of Jacob’s feet on the cavern floor only dimly broke through her awareness as pain sliced through her body. She pushed until it seemed as if she might faint from lack of air before the urge eased slightly and she was able to gulp down a few desperate breaths of air.The instructions for the plants were already written in the book. She’d never known if she’d be able to prepare beforehand or if it would happen like this but she’d been ready just in case. She could already hear Jacob rustling through her backpack to find the mortar and pestle she had placed there days before and then the quick, almost furious sounds of plants being ground within the bowl.Gunfire off in the far distance grabbed both of their attention and for a moment they both froze, right up until Cara’s body was wracked with another contraction and that undeniable urge to push took her once more.Hours later a mournful howl drifted down through the valley from some miles away just as a mewling cry echoed thr

After a yard or two of some items, he had everything ready. A medium-sized basket which had once housed someone’s plants, a larger, thicker baby blanket from a clothesline and he was done. He folded the blanket up so that it would fit nicely and gently lay his daughter inside of it.He stared at the church and the matching little house where the old pastor and his wife lived. He’d known that church long ago when his mother used to take him there as a boy and the name on the mailbox told him that the same man still served as pastor. He’d been kind back then and he worked closely with the community. There were also people in the church. People that he knew he could trust to keep an eye on Amanda no matter where she was placed to live.A light flicked on somewhere inside the house and Jacob knew he had no more time. He leaned down and kissed his daughter’s downy head and then silently crept across the street. He placed the basket down beside the door and then pressed the doorbell insiste

Her fingers tightened on the stick in her hands and she tried to remain calm. She knew that animals could sense fear and if she turned and began to run like she wanted to, it would only mark her as prey and the animal would hunt her down and probably eat her.The large beast stalked closer still, close enough that she could make it out in the firelight. It was a wolf, but they weren’t supposed to be much larger than a large dog. This was closer to the size of a small pony. Amanda’s life flashed before her eyes.She’d been so close. She could feel it in her gut that she was close to something. Three years she’d searched for the bastards that had killed the only parents she had ever known and here she was about to be eaten by a giant mutant wolf. Fighting that thing with her stick would be like trying to fight Godzilla with a toothpick.The creature leaned down and picked Amanda’s backpack up in its mouth and continued to move closer to her. Its eyes were a strange mixture of brown and

Sara grinned slightly then. “Wuss.” She muttered playfully under her breath.“Hey! I am not a wuss. I am a proud, valuable, respected warrior of this pack!” Daniel said, puffing his chest out in an over-exaggerated manner that he knew would make Sara laugh.Sara fought the laughter, she fought so hard against it but the way he poked his chest out sort of made him almost waddle as he walked and she lost it. “Oh my God stop doing that.” She managed to say between bursts of giggles.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Amanda had spent three days putting in various applications in restaurants around town. She’d found that such places were the best places to work when seeking information. The number of conversations she would overhear within a single day was at times a little overwhelming. Some things people talked about over a meal were just scary.One place she had put in an application on the first day had already called and asked her to come in for an interview the next day. It took another two da

Cole Vasco sat at the bar in his favorite seat, sipping an ice-cold bottle of beer as he watched the boxing match that was being played on the flat screen above the bar. It was an old fight from a couple of years back, but he didn’t mind. It was keeping his attention for the moment at least. The bar was packed tonight, even for a Friday night. There were too many bodies in a too-small room. The scent of sweat, cigarettes, and beer was strong. Still, it was a combination that somehow added to the ambiance of the bar.He lifted his beer for another swig but his hand paused halfway to his mouth as a scent suddenly filled the room. He’d never smelled anything half as sweet or half as powerful as what flooded his nose at that moment. He nearly dropped his bottle as a nearby patron jostled against him drunkenly and he quickly put his bottle on the countertop as he stood from his seat and threw a few bills down before turning and pushing his way slowly through the crowd. He moved as if pulle