Taken by Nightfall: Book 1 of The Midnight Valley Saga by Sierra Storm

Author:Sierra Storm [Storm, Sierra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal, werewolf
Publisher: Amanda Clemmer
Published: 2019-08-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

I don't realize what a blur the night has become until I find myself lying in bed, hot and agitated in my long blue nightgown and trying to make sense of the evening to myself. I think about brainwashing. I think about mass hysteria, about cults and mob rule and people deluding themselves. I think about the Salem Witch Trials and how innocent people were called forth and accused as witches, condemned and hung and killed. I think about my brother Jordan in college, how he mentioned to me earlier that some professors aren’t all right with any opinion that differs from their own. He said I should just go to cosmetology school or culinary arts school and not bother with college unless I had a specific career in mind.

I miss Jordan right now. My parents offered to let me go out with them to see him. Maybe I should have tagged along. It wouldn’t have helped either way. I would have had no spare time to talk to him or get things figured out.

Tonight I’m on my own. I need to be objective here. I’ll be alone all day tomorrow. My parents aren’t going to return until Monday morning, so I have a bit of time to myself to act. I know where they are, and I know where Vince is. And I know—well, all right, I think—that not everyone in that group is against me. The werewolf was nice. Well, assuming it was a werewolf. Vince, as they had called him, had never given me any clear sign that he was anything other than an extremely intelligent and domesticated canine, but his responses toward me were believably human. I even asked him if he was a werewolf when he dropped me off at my house, but all he did was drop his mouth open and pant. I tossed him a stick of beef jerky as a way of saying thanks, and he seemed to appreciate it well enough. All right, then. The dog’s on my side, and that has to count for something. People like their dogs.

Vince might still be out there, actually. It's too dark to tell, but the last I saw he was walking down the driveway with his tail low and wagging casually. I roll over in my bed to find a cooler position and stare out the window at the shining face of the moon. I love the way it hangs there in the sky, high and confident like a Christmas ornament without a tree.

The next morning I wake up well rested, but dazed and confused. The varied and exotic scenes from last night play out like a discordant B horror movie in the back of my skull, and I wonder for a second if this is what a hangover feels like. I pull out my phone. 10:45. I slept for thirteen hours last night, and I still feel groggy!

I just need breakfast. I slide out of bed and slip on shorts and a wide-sleeved T from my dirty clothes pile in the closet.

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