Jacob Michaels Is Trouble by Chase Connor

Author:Chase Connor [Connor, Chase]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-08-20T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

The horizon was that lazy red color that’s trying to decide how long it will be before it turns purple. Higher in the sky, the deep, nearly black, blue color was encroaching on the blood-like color pouring towards the ground. Somewhere between the two colors, a pale-yellow moon was climbing higher into the sky, watching the war between the two colors. Day and night fighting each other as the moon stayed out of the way and did what it was created to do. The sky could fight with itself as long as it kept out of the moon’s way, for it had to bring forth destiny.

Nearly a quarter of a million miles beneath the moon, a scream of agony cut through the woods as the man fell to all fours. Writhing and gnashing, the man screamed out as his bones shifted, and his skin crawled. Popping joints and stretching sinew, like being stabbed repeatedly with hot pokers, the man knew that the pain alone would be enough to kill him. The moon shone down, indifferent to the man’s suffering as he went through the transition—the first to ever experience a pain so unique…so exquisite. A pain that demanded to be felt, for reward was on the other side of that wall of agony.

Throwing himself back to his elongating knees, the man looked up at the moon, his eyes wide and yellow, lengthening and glistening as his mouth opened wide. Teeth, impossibly long, glistened with drool that fell to the ground in fat, viscous globs. His yellow eyes connected with the yellow light of the moon, and his soul learned a truth that had never been whispered to another soul. He was now part of the night—a part of the frightening uncertainty of darkness that forced the first people to walk on two legs to hide in caves when the God in the sky went to sleep each night.

As the first patch of fur split the skin on his back, the knobs of his spine spilling forth from that crevice, he understood everything. His eyes were drawn to the edge of the clearing, where a man in a black hooded cloak watched, his red eyes glowing out from the shadows of that hood.

Magic.

It was connected to everything.

His wish had been heard.

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