The Moon's Son: Chp 8Chapter Eight
Nick was playing Fable 5 when it happened. He’d just taken down some type of giant bear when the sound of a car pulling into the driveway drew his attention. He stood and made his way to his door, his brow furrowing in confusion. Macey had said the dance didn’t even start until eight, which meant she’d only been at the dance itself for a half hour. Was the food beforehand that bad? he wondered, secretly hoping that Jared had been terrible and Macey had decided to call the whole thing off.
He was stepping down to the main floor, turning his head to look around the house for some sign of the other occupants of his home when he heard Lilly yell. She came running out of Macey’s parent’s bedroom, her eyes wide with fear as she moved faster than he had ever seen her move before.
“Run!” she shouted, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him towards the back door. He didn’t have time to ask her questions as he let her dr
The Moon's Son: Chpt 7
Nick watched as both Lilly and Macey ran around the house, darting up the stairs to Macey’s bathroom, down the stairs to the kitchen to check on the food, upstairs to Macey’s room to get jewelry, and finally, right back down the stairs to the master bathroom in Macey’s parent’s bedroom. He didn’t understand why they were running around the house like it was the end of the world, and that just made him more dizzy as he watched them from his position by the vestibule window.
“I never understood why girls freak out about dancing,” Luke said from his spot against the front door. He was watching the girls scurry too, though there was humor in his eyes. Nick felt a blanket of peace lay timidly between them as they were entertained by the females of their household—it was one of the rare times they weren’t at each other’s throats.
“You’re the one making her go,” Nick pointed out. H
The Moon's Son: Ch. 6Chapter Six
Nick sighed roughly and kicked at the blankets before rolling to his side so his back was to his bedroom door. Instead of looking at the enormous TV Macey had put in for him or the door that lead to the hallway that lead to her room, he came face to face with the stack of videogames she had bought him. He’d forgotten he’d put them there after he’d opened each one and admired the little discs inside. The guilt that had been raking his stomach intensified and he shot up to a sitting position with a frustrated growl.
He couldn’t get the image of her watery eyes out of his head, nor the scent of her salty tears from his nose. He couldn’t ignore the flush of red that had stained her cheeks as he embarrassed her and made her feel like a terrible person. Most of all, he couldn’t forget that she’d let the other werewolf, the free one, embrace her—and it was a loving and kind embrace. That bothered him the most because she
The Moon's Son Ch. 5Chapter Five
Nick sat on the back patio, his feet dangling in the pool as he enjoyed the high-noon sun. It was going to start getting cold soon, the trees were beginning to hibernate for the winter—the brown, gold, and red leaves were a beautiful indicator—and there was a brisk chill in the air.
It had been four days since they had gone to the mall, and a whole week since Nick had come to live with Macey and the vampire. During that time he had come to accept his fate, that he was a pet to a human, a creature with a false will and no real future. He was angry about it, more often than not, but he found that he could no longer direct his anger at the girl.
Ever since the mall incident he had been unable to be angry with her, no matter how childish or ridiculous her antics could be. When he found her and Lilly singing along to a movie of talking lions and then crying at one
The Moon's Son Chp 4Chapter Four
Nick didn’t like being in the car. It wasn’t the small space or even the strange smell coming from the compartment between the two front seats. It was the speed. He could see their speed on the car dash as they drove down what Macey called the “highway,” and they were going faster than he could have ever imagined going. It didn’t help that she had a “led foot”—her words—and kept shooting past the speed limit.
He couldn’t slow down his heart beat and he felt a sheen of sweat upon his brow. He’d managed to keep his fingers on his lap instead of gripping the edge of the seat, but he could only imagine how ridiculous he looked with his eyes as wide as they could possibly go. He was only thankful they had moved th