(Moon 2) - Edge of the Moon by Rebecca York

Author:Rebecca York
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-08-25T11:54:55+00:00

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

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THEY CHECKED IN at the park gate and got a combination that would unlock the chain across the road after hours. Then Jack drove to the East View parking area, where there were still a few cars.

After climbing out and stretching, he looked toward the hill above the parking lot. It was broader than he'd pictured. "More ground to cover than I remembered."

"Let's walk around up there a little," Ross suggested. "I don't think someone would bury a body within fifty yards of the parking area. So we can start above that level."

"Yeah. Kathryn entered the scene near the path," he said. "She wasn't sure how far she walked. But she knew it was to the left."

They started walking back and forth, their eyes on the ground. After half an hour, Jack began to think that he'd been overoptimistic about discovering anything. But he kept going, because he'd brought Ross all the way out here—and he wasn't going to give up until his friend called it quits.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and the sun began to set. Jack's hopes were almost extinguished. Talk about looking for a needle in a haystack.

When he opened his mouth to speak, he saw that Ross had stopped and was sniffing the air. Then he moved toward a patch of ground that didn't look much different from the rest of the area. "Here," he said.

"A body?"

"Something dead. Underground. I can tell you better after it gets dark."

"You're going to change?"

"Yeah. But I prefer to do it in private." He hesitated a beat. "You're not going to freak out on me, are you?"

"I think I can keep it together," Jack answered, with more bravado than he was feeling.

"We won't be able to talk, of course."

Jack nodded. Of course the wolf couldn't talk.

He thrust his hands into his pockets, feeling a chill travel over his skin as he watched his friend disappear into the woods. He'd established a bond of trust with Ross, a bond that went deeper than he'd realized.

He wasn't sure how long he waited. He only knew that the light was almost gone when a gray wolf stepped carefully from behind a tree.

He was a magnificent animal. Large and proud and beautifully marked. Still, Jack felt the hairs on the back of his neck tingle as keen yellow eyes regarded him. It was one thing to know that Ross Marshall was a werewolf. It was quite another thing to stand face to face in the woods with an animal that could tear him to shreds.

"So, let's go hunting," he said.

It was eerie to see the wolf nod, then move forward to sniff the ground where Ross had said a grave was located.

Jack switched on the large flashlight he'd brought, watching the animal paw up some of the leaves.

Picking up a stick in his mouth, he turned his head and jabbed it at the dirt.

Jack came forward to anchor the marker more firmly in the soil—which was loose and easy to probe, as though it had been turned recently.

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