Semua Bab Lovers For The Blood Moon: Bab 31 - Bab 40

A Different Approach "I don't follow," David Holt said, and he didn't even give any indication that he was joking or bluffing.Clint sat there and looked at the man for a couple of moments, with eyes he wished could see through one's soul, or conscience rather.But he couldn't. All he saw was a man who looked ragged and worn out. Why? Because he spent most of his time trying to find out why things happened the way they did. Clint was even sure that the man hadn't made love to a woman in the last couple of years. Hadn't had the chance to give in to womanly care. All that worried him was the probability that he might be wrong at something.Clint looked away for some seconds, allowed his eyes to rest on some things in the house. Then he decided to change the subject. Maybe try another approach to the matter. If the doctor was pretending not to know what the hell he was talking about, then David Holt was a very good actor."So, doctor David Holt, what exactly is it that you do here?" "H

Betrayal in the BloodThe sound came again. Closer nowSarah ran faster than she ever had in her lifeJohn didn’t speak. His breathing was steady even as the trees blurred past himThe thing behind them wasn’t chasing, it was hunting. And it was enjoying itThey reached a break in the woods. A narrow path. John grabbed her arm and pulled her leftShe stumbled but didn’t fall“What is it?” she askedHe didn’t answerThey stopped only when the forest closed behind them. SilenceSarah turned around slowlyThere was nothing thereBut John wasn’t relaxed. His hands curled. Shoulders high. His eyes flicked between shadows“I don’t smell it anymore” he said“Is that good?”“No”They waitedSomething moved above. A branch. Just oneJohn stepped under it. Looked upIt was goneHe turned to Sarah “It’s not chasing us anymore. It’s watching”She stepped back “Why?”“Because it’s not after us. Not yet”Evelyn sat by candlelight with the old book open in front of her. Her fingers traced the lines

The Gathering StormDavid moved firstHe placed the map on the wooden table and traced a finger along the edge of Black Hollow’s northern ridge. “This is where Clint’s been holding the marked. The ones they don’t kill. They call it The Chapel but it’s not a church”John leaned over the table. His eyes followed the same path. “How many guards?”“Two outside. At least three inside. Armed. But the outer security is weak. They don’t expect anyone to attack it”Daniel stood at the window. His voice low “Because no one ever has”Sarah didn’t say anything. She stared at the mark on her wrist. It had started to itch again. That always happened when the moon got close.David looked at her “Are you still in?”She looked up “You’re the one who walked into the dark to ask for help. Don’t forget that”A silence settled between themJohn broke it “We hit them before they expect it. Free whoever’s left. Burn the files. Destroy the circle they’ve drawn for the ritual. We do that, we cut their power

The TrapDavid stood in the center of the old barn, stripped to the waist. The spiral mark burned faintly on his shoulder now Evelyn’s blood magic had done something to wake itSarah tightened the circle around him with salt and ash. John held the bloodroot bundle tightly, keeping it from touching the floorDaniel moved slowly, carefully placing the false totems. “We’ve got one shot at this. If the energy spike hits the wrong tether, it’ll turn on us”Evelyn lit the candles, her voice cold and steady. “It has to feel real. Clint has to believe you’ve given yourself up, David. That you're the final vessel”David didn’t flinch. “What if he sees through it?”“Then we all die,” John saidNo one laughedClint read the letter by firelightThe red seal broken. The message short*“The boy offers himself. Come before moonrise.”*The woman in the red cloak stood at his side, her hand resting lightly on the beast’s shoulder.The creature stepped over David, who lay gasping and twitchingThen it

Break the CycleLena stood at the edge of the altar, barefoot, eyes glowing faint blue. The forest had gone silent againJohn stepped forward, but Sarah caught his arm. “That’s not her”The girl tilted her head. “You think I’m gone?” she whispered. “He never left me. I’m just… what’s left behind”The wind shifted and the altar cracked furtherBeneath Lena’s feet, something pulsed dark and ancient. Not the beast. Not the woman. Something olderEvelyn hadn’t been the true and she had been a distractionDaniel moved into position behind the stones, blade raised. David circled wide, flint in hand. This time, no magic. Just instinctJohn stepped into the altar’s circle again. “What are you?”Lena’s eyes flickered “A door. One you left open”The roots beneath the altar split apartA second shape rose from below. It wore John’s face twisted, wrong.A shadow of him snarling, half-shifted, blood trailing from its mouthDavid hissed “The curse didn’t die… it *multiplied*”The shadow lungedJohn