BLOOD MOON PACT

len and red, hung low in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the treetops. Selene Cross tightened her

stitions, had warned her to be home before the Blood Moon rose. But Selene had always been st

wasn't

ks. Her pulse quickened. She turned, eyes scanning the

he whispered to herself,

ame. Low, guttura

chest. The stories her grandmother told her as a child came rushing back-tales of be

companied by the unmistakab

ene

path, her boots kicking up loose dirt. She didn't know wh

er peripheral visio

bled forward. The path was narrowing, t

a

lided with her, sending her sprawling to the ground. She barely had time to g

of something wild-earthy, metallic, and unmistakably predat

clawed at the dirt, desperate for something-anything-to use as a weapon. Bu

owed by the sharp cra

le. One was dark-furred, its eyes burning like molten gold. The other, slightly s

ng against each other's thick pelts. The air was thick wit

, but her body refused to obey. Her vision blurred as the pain

d faded