Harvest Moon Claire Novels & Stories

Cal moved three times as much as anyone else and said nothing. By evening the rooms were settled enough. Claire put her books on the windowsill shelf — three healer manuals, two she had bought at a shop on the way through town, one she had found in the pack house library and asked Rowan if she could borrow. She hung one photograph on the wall above the desk. Her parents, her father's arm around her mother's shoulder, both of them squinting into summer sun. Her mother young in it, twenty-something, before Claire was born, in a field that Claire now suspected was North Ridge land.

I replied hugging her back. "Wow, Snow-white is here," Leah said bowing playfully. Claire giggled happily and spread her hands wanting to be carried, Leah carried her immediately. "Liv we have a problem, Aunt and Uncle are coming back today," She said and I was paralyzed with shock. "I called her this morning, Today we will be having dinner with Claudia Moonstone" Leah added and I was speechless, I was not on good terms with Claudia. "What will I do?" I said looking at Claire who is sucking her thumb while looking at the basket of sweets longingly.

Claire said with a defeated sigh. Claire's thoughts strayed to the dreaded day. She has two days left to figure out how she would sneak into the woods without being caught. The full moon will be out in two days and she could already feel her beast's bloodthirst. She doesn't like this side of her, because when it's not giving what he wants, it makes her do things that she wasn't proud of.

Claire yawned as she walked into the living room, rubbing her eyes and plopping down on the sofa. "Hi Claire, do you feel better now?” Lucas asked, looking up from his chopping. Claire stretched and nodded. "A bit, yeah. Thanks for letting me rest." Darren waved a spatula in greeting. "How's it going, BBG?" he said with a playful grin. Claire chuckled. "It's going smooth, Darren. Thanks for being here too." Claire rolled her shirt and tied the back to make a crop top, revealing her stomach. "Guys, take a look at this," she said, pointing to her head to her stomach.

Today is like any other day of school, except it's Friday, so it's, thank goodness, the weekend starting tomorrow. “Guess what's coming up!” Claire bounded down the hall towards me at lunchtime and linked her arm with mine. “The weekend!” I answered, trying to match her enthusiasm. “Okay, let's try this again. What is going on this weekend?” I raked my brain, trying to figure out if it was a celebrity's birthday, holiday, or any party that might be happening, but I came up blank. Claire must have taken my blank stare as her answer because she continued. “The full moon is on Sunday!”

Justin shot back. A flicker of annoyance crossed Claire’s face. Then it smoothed back into something calculating. Her eyes slid from him to me again. “Fine,” she said. “Maybe it’s not her. Maybe it’s just the moon.” The word landed between us like a dropped glass. My breath caught. “Moonchild,” Claire added softly. “Interesting word, isn’t it?” I went cold all over. Wait. Did she truly know something? How does she know that word? Justin glanced at me, then back to her, eyes narrowing. “Claire,” he warned.

I turn away from the mirror, crossing my arms tightly over my chest as I pace back toward the center of the room, my tone darkening with every word. "The moment that diary was dragged out into the light, Clara’s name became synonymous with filth in the mouth of every Harvest Moon pack member.” “They called her a shameless, wicked woman. A villainess without a shred of pack duty or sisterly affection. To them, she was a pathetic, scheming shadow who couldn't bear her sister's happiness.” A woman who spent her youth trying to steal her sister’s husband, and when that failed, ended up stealing her sister’s newborn child instead.

“Would’ve saved me the hassle of sending my precious Pattie to seduce your husband.” I narrowed my eyes. “At least she managed to bleed him dry for a good while,” I fired back, voice sharp as a blade. “And he was stupid enough to bankroll her little modeling career while he was at it.” Liam raised a single brow, intrigued. “I see you’ve done your thorough digging on her.” I let out a short, humorless scoff. “How the hell do you think I found you in the first place?” He smiled, slow, dangerous, and far too pleased. “Interesting, Mrs. Claire. You’re one smart woman. Now I’m starting to think I should be very careful how I deal with you from here on out.”

She was missing out on a lot. She allowed the tears to flow freely as she reached her hand over to touch the moon globe. The moon slowly illuminated from the center, growing with intensity. Her fingers slowly dropped to the surface of the nightstand when a blue light caught her attention. Pops. Even when they are miles apart, he’s always there when she needs him. She couldn’t ask for a better man to have raised her. Even though he had shitty taste in friends. Forcing her own hand, Claire grabbed the present and opened it. Her mouth gaped open in awe. She slowly lifted two tear drop shaped silver opal earrings.

Bernadette interjected, her voice tinged with a hint of exasperation. A faint smile touched the woman's lips. "My father, Jasper McCain, is part of your circle. I'm Claire McCain." The name triggered a recognition deep within me. Her father, a trusted associate, managed my affairs alongside Michael. After a hesitant nod, Claire proceeded to approach the bed, settling herself beside Rebecca. Gently, she unfolded the towel, revealing the round swell of Rebecca's stomach. As she placed her hand upon it, my eyelids fluttered shut, deliberately shutting out the scene before me.