MOONBOUND
He gulps the last of his water, crushes the empty bottle in his hand until it scrunches into a ball, then hurls the fisted plastic into the farthest depth of the forests beyond us at inhuman speed.
The baritone in his voice drops a notch below. “We’ll end him.”
I'm about to ask what the plan will be in detail, when my mind drifts to the date of the next full moon. Only a few days away now, the date coincides with… the night of the School's Winter Formal.
Shane balls both his hands into fists, inhaling, then stares up at the reddening sky.
“Dreadborn will fall on the next full moon. I'll make damn certain of it.”
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