Luna Proxy #5 (Werewolf / Shifter Romance) by Flynn Mac

Author:Flynn, Mac
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mac Flynn
Published: 2016-05-17T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

I led the way into the living room. Nothing stirred in that space, and there was no sign of our host.

"Umbra?" Quill called.

Our host walked silently down the stairs and paused halfway down the steps. In one hand was a wet rag.

"Is something the matter?" he asked us.

"Aaaah!"

The terrible sound reverberated through the living room, but there was a muffled quality to the noise. Umbra whipped his head to the wall to our right. His face paled and the rag in his hand fell onto the stairs.

Vincent pointed at the closed deck doors. "It came from the deck!"

We rushed to the doors and I swung them open.

Umbra reached out to us. "Wait!"

I flung open the doors and we hurried onto the deck. Our feet pounded across the boards. We stopped halfway to the front railing and looked around.

The dense fog surrounded us on three sides. Its cold, pale features climbed up the exterior steps and slithered over the boards and bottom of the railing uprights. I held up the lamp and squinted. Nothing moved in the fog. There wasn't a soul around but us.

A shadow fell over us. We turned to the doorway. Umbra stood on the edge of the deck.

"You mustn't rush out into the fog. It isn't safe," he scolded us.

"We couldn't exact ignore a woman screaming for her life," Quill retorted.

Umbra frowned and shook his head. "No, but I wasn't meant to hear it."

Quill raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means the woman you heard was one of the poor souls who haunts the lake," he explained. "She contacted only those she wished to contact. That is why I heard nothing."

"Are you seriously giving us that ghost bullshit?" Quill questioned him.

"Hey, if there's werewolves then why can't there be ghosts?" Bram shot back.

"Because you're all crazy for believing that shit, and I haven't seen any evidence you can grow enough hair to shave, Pipsqueak, much less become a wolf," Quill returned.

"Stop calling me that!"

I ignored their bantering and walked to the edge of the deck. I leaned on the railing and looked into the abyss. The fog was so thick I couldn't see the ground.

That's when I felt the push. A hand shoved against the center of my back and pushed with a strength that forced me head-long over the railing. The railing gave a little and rocked me over its top.

"Leila!" Vincent yelled.

My feet tumbled over my head and pointed at the ground. I flailed wildly for something to grab and one of my hands caught the edge of the deck floor. The lamp crashed onto the hard ground below me. A faint glimmer of light shimmered before it was swallowed by the impenetrable fog.

I clapped my other hand onto the deck and gasped. My own weight and lack of strength threatened to pull me into the endless whiteness below me. I knew there was only five feet from my feet to the earth, but a foreboding feeling sank into me.

I didn't want to drop.

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