Read Online Moon Crossed (Werewolf Hunter Series): Season 1 (Episodes 1-6) (Crescent Hunter) by Bella Roccaforte - Free Book Online
Authors: Bella Roccaforte
Ads: Link
inside me. It's my choice at this point how this
evening goes and I consider carefully. “People living deeply
have no fear of death.”
“Anais Nin, well
played.” A satisfied smile bleeds across his features.
“It's true,
though, and our kind have no choice but to live deeply.” My
features soften.
“Somehow, I've
just always known I'll die bloody.” He nods with a hint of
sadness in his tone.
“Maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll find a beautiful she-wolf, have lots of little cubs and
get old watching your grandchildren grow.” I'm surprised how it
stings when I say the words, knowing I could never have that with
him, and there's a slight pang of...something, making that
realization. “Which is why you should go to college. You don't
want to have to feed a family working in a lumber yard for the rest
of your life.”
“How do you know
I work in a lumber yard?” he questions.
“First, because
you smell like cut wood, and second, because you mentioned it last
night when you were telling a story of how you cut your thumb off and
had to pretend to go to the emergency room,” I remind him.
“Oh yeah, it's a
pain in the ass. Every time I get hurt I have to take time off work,
even though I'm fine. I had to basically run off the job site when I
cut my thumb off. I couldn't let them see the sucker growing back.”
His eyes dance on the smile in them.
Giggles erupt from me,
imagining him trying to explain that. “Yeah, I can see how that
would be a problem.”
The conversation
continues well into the night, ranging from serious to funny stories
I've never heard about Trevor and the boys. He fills my drink one
more time. I'm still well within my limit of good decision-making.
That was the goal.
I'm a little ashamed
that I let my initial judgment of him cloud my opinion. He is not
just intelligent, he's intellectual. Having read some of the classics
that I haven't even read. We share so many of the same life views,
although I candy coat mine a bit from time to time to keep things
from getting too dark.
The conversation comes
back around to serious again. I look up at the larger sliver of moon
looming in the sky. Each night for the next two weeks it will get
bigger and bigger. A slow menacing reminder of what's to come.
“So what are your
plans for the full moon?” I run my finger around the lip of my
glass.
“Go runnin' wild
in the woods.” His eyes light up and he quirks his brow. “Can't
hold in the wolf.”
“Aren't you
afraid you'll become moon-touched?” This concerns me.
“I've never been
worried before, why should I now?” It comes out as almost a
challenge.
My desire to save him
takes over and I struggle with not wanting to say what he wants to
hear. I don't want to, but say it anyway. “Because it would
make me sad.”
He fires off the
question fast. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
I answer quickly, before the words turn to sand in my mouth.
“Is it because
you would kill me?” he asks waspishly.
“I wouldn't like
to, but if you become moon-touched, I have no choice.” My voice
feels hollow and I want to change the subject. I don't like this line
of the conversation.
“But you would
still do it?” He squints his eyes, watching for my expression
to waiver.
“Yes.”
“Would you kill
Trevor, Rabbit, or Locke?” There's an edge of the hunter/wolf
rivalry in his voice.
“If I have to, yes .” I match his challenging tone. “But I'd
rather not.”
“Then don't.”
His nostrils flare, but he's trying to hide his irritation.
“It's not that
simple.” My voice waivers only a little.
“It is.”
“No, it isn't and
that's why I'm working on a way to keep it from happening.” I
shake my head to lose the frustration. I want to get back to the way
we were five minutes ago. “You should come for the full moon,
we have a big LAN party in the basement to keep everyone safe.”
He puffs out his chest.
“You really think you've got a cage that can hold me?”
“I do.”
evening goes and I consider carefully. “People living deeply
have no fear of death.”
“Anais Nin, well
played.” A satisfied smile bleeds across his features.
“It's true,
though, and our kind have no choice but to live deeply.” My
features soften.
“Somehow, I've
just always known I'll die bloody.” He nods with a hint of
sadness in his tone.
“Maybe you won't.
Maybe you'll find a beautiful she-wolf, have lots of little cubs and
get old watching your grandchildren grow.” I'm surprised how it
stings when I say the words, knowing I could never have that with
him, and there's a slight pang of...something, making that
realization. “Which is why you should go to college. You don't
want to have to feed a family working in a lumber yard for the rest
of your life.”
“How do you know
I work in a lumber yard?” he questions.
“First, because
you smell like cut wood, and second, because you mentioned it last
night when you were telling a story of how you cut your thumb off and
had to pretend to go to the emergency room,” I remind him.
“Oh yeah, it's a
pain in the ass. Every time I get hurt I have to take time off work,
even though I'm fine. I had to basically run off the job site when I
cut my thumb off. I couldn't let them see the sucker growing back.”
His eyes dance on the smile in them.
Giggles erupt from me,
imagining him trying to explain that. “Yeah, I can see how that
would be a problem.”
The conversation
continues well into the night, ranging from serious to funny stories
I've never heard about Trevor and the boys. He fills my drink one
more time. I'm still well within my limit of good decision-making.
That was the goal.
I'm a little ashamed
that I let my initial judgment of him cloud my opinion. He is not
just intelligent, he's intellectual. Having read some of the classics
that I haven't even read. We share so many of the same life views,
although I candy coat mine a bit from time to time to keep things
from getting too dark.
The conversation comes
back around to serious again. I look up at the larger sliver of moon
looming in the sky. Each night for the next two weeks it will get
bigger and bigger. A slow menacing reminder of what's to come.
“So what are your
plans for the full moon?” I run my finger around the lip of my
glass.
“Go runnin' wild
in the woods.” His eyes light up and he quirks his brow. “Can't
hold in the wolf.”
“Aren't you
afraid you'll become moon-touched?” This concerns me.
“I've never been
worried before, why should I now?” It comes out as almost a
challenge.
My desire to save him
takes over and I struggle with not wanting to say what he wants to
hear. I don't want to, but say it anyway. “Because it would
make me sad.”
He fires off the
question fast. “Really?”
“Yes, really.”
I answer quickly, before the words turn to sand in my mouth.
“Is it because
you would kill me?” he asks waspishly.
“I wouldn't like
to, but if you become moon-touched, I have no choice.” My voice
feels hollow and I want to change the subject. I don't like this line
of the conversation.
“But you would
still do it?” He squints his eyes, watching for my expression
to waiver.
“Yes.”
“Would you kill
Trevor, Rabbit, or Locke?” There's an edge of the hunter/wolf
rivalry in his voice.
“If I have to, yes .” I match his challenging tone. “But I'd
rather not.”
“Then don't.”
His nostrils flare, but he's trying to hide his irritation.
“It's not that
simple.” My voice waivers only a little.
“It is.”
“No, it isn't and
that's why I'm working on a way to keep it from happening.” I
shake my head to lose the frustration. I want to get back to the way
we were five minutes ago. “You should come for the full moon,
we have a big LAN party in the basement to keep everyone safe.”
He puffs out his chest.
“You really think you've got a cage that can hold me?”
“I do.”
Similar Books
