MINE BEFORE THE BLOOD MOON
A strange ache stirred deep inside my chest, I ignored it.
Then came the feeling, not fear,not exactly,awareness. The uncomfortable certainty that I was no longer alone, someone was watching me. My pulse quickened,every instinct screamed that I should leave. Instead, I pushed deeper into the forest.
The moon hung above the treetops like a silver blade,thin,pale,incomplete,not full,not yet. Three nights remained, three nights until the Blood Moon. Three nights until the anniversary of my brother's death, three nights until I finally got answers.