The Chronicles of Moon

Don’t leave Me

Farrell drops to the floor as the bullet rips into his shoulder, howling again in pain, the sound ringing through the room. He starts to shift back involuntarily. The bullet is silver, and he can’t maintain his wolf form with the bullet lodged in his muscle and bone.

“Oh, I was never a very good shot, was I? I guess I will just have to keep trying but killing you slowly is more fun anyway.” Caleb laughs, his amusement dancing in his eyes. “I was rather bored today, and this is far more fun than anything else I can think of. Well maybe not. I will be having some fun later as well, so I guess it is my lucky day. I get to kill you slowly, and I have a new pet. What could be better?” Caleb takes aim again, shooting Colin in the thigh.

Colin screams in pain but fights to get to his feet. He glances at the journal on the floor. Moon’s gold necklace sparkles in the sun lying on the dingy yellow page. Colin closes his eyes and is sure that he will die and that he failed her.

***

The howl from the house can be heard even as the SUV speeds down the driveway.

“We need to hurry the hell up.” Jake hisses to the driver.

“What’s the hurry? That mutt is good as dead Alpha will see to that.” The driver nearly laughs.

“He’s not the one I am worried about,” Jake murmurs, and as soon as he does, Moon’s eyes shoot open. Her ice-blue eyes lock on him.

“I thought you tranked her?” The driver yells, panicking.

“I fucking did.” Jake just has time to spit the words out, as Moon lunges for him. Grabbing his throat. Her body has started shifting, and her claws extend. The car full of men panic reaching for another tranquilizer.

“YOU CAN’T STOP ME!” Kiara’s thunderous words rattle the windows, and the wolves must fight to not submit to her. The aura of power radiating off her makes their wolves cower, wanting to submit to her instantly. Kiara is in control now, and mercy is not something she has in mind. The bones in Jake’s neck pop and snap like dry twigs as she squeezes.

The men are shouting, but it is too late. The SUV careens off the road as she dispatches the driver and passenger. The vehicle flips and rolls off the road smashing into a tree. The second shot and scream from Colin have Kiara’s ears flattening to her head. She smashes her body into the door running from the wreckage.

She races faster and faster to the packhouse flying through the door. She leaps at the man standing over her mate when she reaches the office. Knocking the gun from his hand and pinning him to the ground. She is about to rip his throat out too. Her teeth graze his neck as a body slams into her sending her into the desk they both go sliding into the wall.

Even though she is quick to get to her feet, they are faster. The man she can only assume is Caleb looks at her with a mix of awe, terror, and anger. She goes to lunge at him again, and the wolf leaps in front of her sinking his teeth into her throat and clamping down.

The ring of the shot makes Kiara pause, trying to see if Caleb has the weapon again. Colin is standing there, the smoking revolver in his shaky grip, blood running from his shoulder and leg. The wolf holding her throat in its jaws goes limp and slowly shifts to his human form, the blood pooling from the wound on his chest.

Caleb Looks like he might pee his pants before shifting. He leaps from the broken window, and Kiara is about to make chase as Colin hits the floor with a heavy thud. She rushes to him as he reaches his hand out, caressing the soft white fur.

“You are beautiful.” His voice is shaky and no more than a whisper.

Kiara wines as she gives control back to Moon. “Shit, don’t you die on me now, damn it.” Moon sternly says as she races to her grandfather’s room. She knows he kept a first aid box there. She grabs it from the dresser drawer and rips back the comforter pulling the sheet off the bed.

Colin is lying on the floor, his eyes closed and breathing labored. “I said don’t die on me.” She orders again.

“Now look who’s bossy.” Colin struggles to get the words out as he winces in pain.

Moon rips the sheet and makes a tourniquet for his leg. The bullet passed through it cleanly.

“If you can get the bullet out of my shoulder, Farrell will be able to surface again.” Colin’s raspy words and shallow breathing have Moon moving faster as she opens the first aid box.

“I’m no surgeon,” she says as she grabs the forceps looking a little pale.

“You don’t have to be. Just get the bullet out of my shoulder.” Colin looks her dead in the eyes, and his calm tone and gentle expression gives her back some of her nerve.

Before he bleeds out would be nice. Kiara whimpers. I can’t feel Farrell, and I don’t like it.

Do you want to take over? Moon snaps back at the wolf silencing her.

Colin’s eyes are getting heavy as he struggles to hold on. Moon can’t wait any longer and steadies her breathing. She unwraps the forceps and moves to his shoulder. He grits his teeth and sucks in a breath through them, as Moon maneuvers the forceps into the wound. Moon thinks she can feel the bullet and clamps the tool down on it, praying to the Goddess the entire time. As she pulls them back out, she is relieved to see the bullet clamped at the end of the instrument.

Colin passes out soon after she drops the forceps grabbing the gauze and bandages. She finishes dressing his wounds and goes to a spare room to find a blanket. She gently shifts Colin onto it and pulls him into her old room. The SUVs are gone, and her phone is lost in the wreck on the side of the road.

At least she can try and find his phone, she thinks. She searches the office to see his cell phone was stepped on at some point. Moon collects a few more blankets and even finds one of Ben’s old tee shirts, slipping it on. Her mind is racing, and she’s trying to wrap her mind around everything that has happened. Jake was the one all along. Jake had a plan for her. He was pressuring Gramps to keep her wolf at bay until she was older, not for her protection. He wanted to form an alliance with Maddox, and she was the bargaining chip he was using. Gramps disagreed with him and thought Maddox and his sons were something to avoid at all costs.

Moon sighs as she collects the journal and her neckless. She places them in the box and brings them to her room with her. Colin is breathing steadily, and the bleeding seems to have slowed.

Moon curls up next to him and breathes him in. “Just don’t leave me too.” She murmurs, watching the rise and fall of his chest.