Daughter of the Moon blood

th the scent of pine, moss, and something metallic that didn't belong. Fog clung to the ground like a whisper of ghosts, twisting through the roots of

gainst the chilly morning air. The sun had not yet risen, and only a dull grey light filtered through the trees. She shouldn't have been o

the woods

he trees, crouching to touch the cold water. It should have brought her peace.

oo

mal. No. This was sharp, iron-r

sense suddenly alert. The birds were gone. The usu

prawled at the base of a cedar

d before her mind could stop them. Her boots crunched softly against the frost-co

belonged

ad been ripped open. Blood soaked the ground around him, glistening dark

d a hand ov

t-the snap of a

hammering. Nothing. J

dy again. Her mind raced. Should she call the police? Her phone

ack. Close

the mist, a s

, she thought it might be a bear, but then it stepped forward-

wo

didn't gr

ough, and it rippled with muscle beneath the thick coat. It stared

The wolf wasn't snarling. It di

h

owly. As if ac

vanishing into the tre

didn't know how long she stayed there before her fingers found

y," she said.

rned a

-

of the wolf. They questioned Aria, asked why she was out so early. She gave th

spers began

o its history like ivy on crumbling stone. People didn't spe

nings about the woods.

er skin as if she could wash away the image of the blood, the wo

ng at the ceiling, her mind racing, the f

ream, the wo

the forest, eyes glowing

rds, but

who you th

, heart racing, swea

avy in the sky, and somewhere

eam. A b

a Mmesoma Perpetual.