Moon Crossed (Werewolf Hunter Series): Season 1 (Episodes 1-6) (Crescent Hunter) Read Online Free PDF Page A

the
breakfast bar.
    “We went out a
couple of times, but he kept trying to get me drunk and he was way
too aggressive. He thought his dick was made of candy and that if he
whipped it out I would magically end up wanting it.” I shake my
head, taking a bite of a carrot stick. “So gross.”
    “Did he know you
were a virgin?” she asks in a scandalous whisper.
    “Yeah, told him I
was interested in staying that way, too.” I go to the fridge
and notice the calendar counting down the days until the next full
moon. My mood makes a thud as it drops through the floor.
    “What's up with
you tonight?” Lili asks.
    “I'm just tired,
I guess. A lot on my mind.” I pop open a soda and take a sip.
“I'm going to get away from the noise for a minute. I'll be out
back.”
    “Sure thing,
babe. Let me know if you need anything,” she says, heading
toward the parlor. One thing I love about Lili is that she knows me
well enough to pick up on when I need some time to myself and when I
don't want to talk.
    “Will do.”
I do a quick once over through all the rooms, saying hello before I
get out the back door and onto the porch. I sit in my rocking chair,
prop my boots on the railing, just look up at the stars, and listen
to the energy in the house.
    I'm always on edge,
looking for something. It revolves around what I am. If only I could
reach into my past and just be normal. I seek forgiveness for the
lives I've had to take, for the ones I couldn't save. A cure for the
touch, some sort of approval from my dad for my lifestyle. Even
though I know he would never approve. His last words ring in my head:
“Stay away from wolves.” And here I am, living with four
of them. He doesn't approve and I'm sure my mother doesn't either.
    Sometimes I feel like
my whole life is one big disappointment to anyone who's ever loved
me.
    My life is dedicated to
finding a cure. Making the madness stop, and maybe we can all live
together and stop the killing.
    The chain of crescent
moons tattooed on my wrist burn when I think of it. One for every
kill. It has to stop before I run out of arm. I shake my head.
    A bolt of something
inexplicable runs through me, yanking me out of my pity party. A new
wolf has just arrived, one I'm unfamiliar with. I sniff the air
trying to identify him. With all the people around I can't smell much
of anything but booze, Listerine, and BO. No wonder I don't date.
    My stomach lurches with
a peculiar nervousness I've never felt. The scar on my arm burns and
my tattoos tingle and itch. I run my fingers over the symbols, blow
out a breath, and look back up at the sky.
    A deep resonant voice
from the doorway brings me out of my trance. “Anything new up
there?”
    I turn toward him,
somewhat bewildered. He's leaning in the doorway holding a glass -
not a solo cup - of bourbon, if I'm smelling it correctly. I'm
captivated by his light blue eyes that flash from narrowed lids. I
say nothing for what seems to go on forever; we're both trapped in a
never ending gaze.
    Trevor comes running
through the door, knocking the man out of the way, “Hey!”
He's winded and takes a minute to catch his breath while he rests his
hands on the stranger's shoulder.
    “Trevor? You
okay?” I ask with a chuckle.
    “Yeah,” He
gulps a breath. “I just wanted to introduce you.”
    “Okay?” I
question. This is out of character for Trevor.
    The man puts his hand
on Trevor's back. “It's okay dude, take a moment.” He
looks at me, flashing a cool smile. I return a shrug and bewildered
head shake.
    Trevor rights himself.
“Okay, sorry. Claire this is Cole; Cole, Claire.”
    Cole offers his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Claire.” His southern drawl rolls over
me like caramel.
    I take his hand,
noticing how big it is, how big he is. Tall and broad, he takes up
most of the doorway. His hand is rough and worn. It makes me wonder
how old he really is, even though he only looks to be about twenty.
“Likewise.”
    “ This is
my sister.” Trevor brims