Chasing the Moon by C D Gorri

Author:C D Gorri [Gorri, C D]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 7

Dristan’s voice interrupted our kiss and I felt my cheeks burn. I forgot he was there for a moment. Whoops!

Ronan and I turned our heads as the car rolled to a stop. He parked on the shoulder of the nearly empty highway. He turned off the car and, thereby, the headlights, throwing us into darkness. But that didn’t bother me, my night vision sharpened.

Flanking us on one side were seven figures. I picked out four male and three female judging from their silhouettes. They ranged in height and weight, but for the most part they were thin. Thinner than any Werewolves should be. And they were Werewolves. Of that, I was certain. I could smell it on them and see it too. It was in the way their eyes reflected the darkness.

“That’s her then? The chosen one? She don’t look like much,” the shortest female spoke in a voice that boasted more bravado than bravery. Hmm, not quite Wolf, but soon, I thought as I breathed in her scent.

She was on the cusp of the Change. Smallish at about five-foot three inches tall, but she was the only one who spoke so what she lacked in height she made up for with her mouth. She was just a kid. Thirteen or fourteen at most.

“Hello there! What are you seven young Werewolves doing on the side of the road at this time of night? Hm?” Dristan spoke with a soft drawl that wasn’t his own and an easy-going cadence that belied his true nature. His natural dominance was obvious. But he chose to dampen the effects in front of these strangers.

“We want to talk to her, not you,” one of the teens spoke out defiantly. Brave or simply unaware of the danger in front of her, I couldn’t be sure. Whatever was going on this group had very little idea about the Wolves in this car.

Dristan rumbled deep in his chest and I could feel his Wolf’s annoyance at the sheer lack of respect. I had to remind myself sometimes that SilverWolf, or Dristan, was not entirely sane. His long life had been full of loss, suffering, and pain. He had lived too long for anyone, Wolf or normal, to be completely whole.

I tried to get the focus back on me by clearing my throat loudly. Dristan was probably the oldest and strongest Werewolf I had ever heard of. He didn’t serve an Alpha and wasn’t a permanent part of any Pack. I was grateful for his help and his friendship. Still, I didn’t know how far he could be pushed and I didn’t really want to know. Now, whether these seven Werewolves, young or not, could beat the three of us, broken and worn as I was, I couldn’t be sure.

I reached out to my Wolf and allowed her to test the atmosphere from within me. When I opened my eyes, though only a second had passed, I knew these people were not a threat. There was an anxiety surrounding them.

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