Chased by Moonlight by Nancy Gideon

Author:Nancy Gideon [Gideon, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2010-12-23T23:48:30.006000+00:00

Sleek, dark shapes skimming the shadows like clouds over the swollen moon.

Silent, deadly predators seeking what they might devour. Eyes gleaming, nostrils damp

and flaring wide at the scent of prey. Working together with a deadly pack instinct to

flank and distract and to lunge. Facing off with hackles high and fangs bared, snarling to

establish dominance. Then Rollo took a stiff-legged step back, watching his son claim the

kill with a savage amusement.

Glorious madness. Tearing through warm hide, feeling the sudden hot spurt of

blood on his face, tasting it, thick and potent in his mouth, letting its intoxicating heat

rush down his throat.

Max sat back on his haunches, eyes closed, misshapen features lifting toward the

stars to howl. The melancholy sound was filled with power and conquest, with the wild

sense of freedom.

Crouched on the other side of the gutted animal, Rollo smiled. "This is what you

are, Max."

93

The rest of the evening was a blur, a frenzy of drinking and reckless behavior.

Foolish, dangerous animal behavior Max would never in a million years have considered

had it been any other night. He followed Rollo along the river, chasing down and ripping

apart any creature that frantically tried to outrun them. Tangling with a pack of gaunt,

vicious dogs over territory consisting of back alleys and garbage bins. Frightening

tourists into racing for their cars so they could root through their abandoned packages in

search of anything interesting. Letting their eyes blaze like hellhounds to scare winos into

dropping their paper sacks, then lapping up the sour spoils. When one produced a blade

and managed to send Max yelping away with a few quick slashes, Rollo was on the

derelict with malicious fury, gutting him while Max crouched in the shadows licking his

wounds.

But killing the old rummy wasn't enough for Rollo.

Max was a firm believer in justice and retribution and he meted both out with

swift, unflinching efficiency. It was something he had to do, not something he

particularly enjoyed. And never something he relished with the unholy amusement he

saw shining in his father's eyes. A terrible sense of sickness and horror cut through the

fog of his conscience as he helplessly watched Rollo toying with the human as he was

dying, clipping tendons as he tried to stagger down the alley, stalking him as he crawled,

his insides trailing behind. Finally Rollo shifted into the huge man/beast form that had the

poor drunkard shrieking as Rollo finally went for his throat.

Chuckling darkly, Rollo wiped the blood off his chin, turning to share the joke

with Max--only to find him gone.

IT WAS LATE. Tina Babineau had called three times for an ETA, but Alain was

still reluctant to head home. Which only made Cee Cee feel worse. He was feeling sorry

for her in her miserable state of heartache.

She wasn't foolish enough to invite him up, nor he foolish enough to suggest it, so

they sat on the steps outside her apartment and talked. About work, mostly, because it

was the safest topic. She brought out a cold six-pack and they were just finishing it up.

She was about to kick Babineau off her stairway and send him back to his wife when a

deep rumbling growl made them both freeze.

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