Blood Moon Harvest (Seasons of the Moon) Read Online Free PDF

hose.”
    “I don’t think we can stop this fire,” Yasir said.
    “No, but we can stop it from spreading. Come on. We have to move fast.”
    Seth abandoned the hunt for Pagan and rushed to save what little of the barn he could.
    Rylie ran, and Abel chased.
    She flew through the long grass, her feet thudded against the soil, and the nighttime wind blasted hair back from her face. Her chest heaved as her arms pumped. Her legs burned.
    And behind her, the wolf was growling.
    She could run for hours, if she had to—but Abel was faster. She could hear him gaining.
    Rylie needed somewhere safe to transform so she could stand a chance against him. But he was snapping at her heels.
    A wolf scurried past in the corner of her vision. He was dark brown with streaks of gold.
    “Vanthe!” she yelled, and the word was whipped away on the wind. “Help!”
    He wheeled around, looping wide through the hills. Rylie jumped behind a tree to put the trunk between her and the sleek black monster that was Abel.
    The werewolves crashed together.
    A yelp.
    She glanced around the tree long enough to see that Abel had raked his long, silver claws down Vanthe’s side. He wasn’t slowed by the other wolf—not for long.
    Rylie shut her eyes and began to change.
    It was hard to focus with her heart beating a panicked tattoo against her ribs. She focused on fur and claws, and heat swept over her skin.
    Too slow.
    Another howl, and paws were pounding on the ground again. Abel rounded the tree.
    “Oh no,” Rylie whispered.
    She turned to run again. But her legs were reversing, her bones were growing, and her coordination was shot.
    Abel plowed into her back, knocking them both to the ground.
    She threw up an arm to protect her face, even as it blossomed with fur. Abel’s teeth clamped on her skin, snapping just inches from her face. Blood splattered onto her chest.
    “No!” she cried. “Abel!”
    He twisted his head back and forth, nearly wrenching the arm from its socket. It felt like her arm was being crushed under a car.
    Her spine popped and twisted. Her muzzle grew, blurry in the bottom edge of her vision.
    Rylie brought her mutating legs between them and shoved her feet into Abel’s chest, launching him off of her body.
    He flew into the air. Hit the tree with a yelp.
    She flipped onto all fours and finished the change as quickly as she could. Rylie took a short inventory of her body—paws, tail, fur in all the right places—and faced Abel as he got to his feet.
    Drool hung from his bottom jaw, which was half-scarred, just like his human face. But his sharp eyes focused on her.
    She issued a growl, trying to warn him: I am Alpha, Do not fight me.
    He stepped forward anyway.
    There was no play-bowing or impudent wriggling in the dirt. Abel was completely serious and completely out of his mind. There was no man in him. Only beast and raw instinct.
    A real werewolf.
    “Abel! Rylie!”
    A human voice echoing over the hills— Seth’s voice.
    Rylie’s head snapped up, and she searched the horizon for her boyfriend. He was by the ranch house. What was he doing out of the cellar? Did that mean Pagan had changed?
    She didn’t have long to consider the implications. Abel heard Seth’s voice too, and he growled.
    Sibling rivalry could get awfully ugly when one of them was a monster.
    Rylie snapped at his side, drawing his attention back to her.
    He struck. Her vision blurred and doubled, and they rolled down the hill together. Rylie twisted her head around, searching for any part of Abel to bite, trying to restrain him.
    His teeth snapped on the ruff of fur at her neck. Her paws. Her muzzle.
    The pressure of his jaws on her limbs drew forth the mind of Rylie’s wolf. She surrendered to it, letting instinct carry her away.
    The wolf was a calming force—raw logic and cold anger.
    And it could fight.
    They bounced over rocks and slid to the shore of the pond. She flipped him over and bit his muzzle. The taste of blood flooded her