Lovers For The Blood Moon
“And they saw me, they didn’t attack, they’re waiting, just like me.”
Reverend Mikal stepped forward. “If we’re doing this, we do it together.”
John nodded. “Then we hold the chapel. That’s our stronghold.”
Everyone moved with urgency. Traps, weapons, symbols drawn in ash and blood. Sarah stayed near John, never speaking, only watching.
When dusk fell, the first howl split the silence.
Then another, and another.
Dozens, hundreds, the trees shifted.
Then came the monsters, not beasts, not men, somewhere in between.
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