BLOOD MOON BY: CAMERON JACKSON
A brown-skinned woman runs through the woods in a tatty oversized men’s jacket, holding a torch. Branches and leaves whip at her face. Overhead the glow of a blood moon seeps through the dense tree canopy. In the distance, something starts moving toward her. She looks back and sees a large pair of animal-like eyes approaching her. The creature grows closer, panting and crunching debris along the way. She turns and continues toward the clearing. The woman reaches the edge of the clearing. She dives headfirst as the beast is nearly on her. It too exits into the clearing revealing a large wolf-like exterior. It’s almost the size of a bear. The woman flips over as the creature leaps at her. She holds up two pistols, firing one at its head and the other at its heart. It lands on her, nearly crushing her before going motionless. She rolls the creature off and picks up her nearby extinguished torch. She lights again. Her gaze rests on the big house of a plantation ahead. A window at the big house opens to see flames ripping through the nearby crops. Master Goodman runs out of the house moments later. He stops when he sees the woman standing with her back to the fire facing him. His eyes echo the blaze of the flames. “Armenta?” he asks. “My name Harriet now,” she says. “That was my last beta. Most don’t survive the bite, let alone the first change. But I’m sure you know that. I’ve heard whispers of a shewolf.” he says.
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