Hunter Moon: A Grazi Kelly Novel #2 by C. D. Gorri Page B

question in his voice. He opened his eyes and stared at
me in surprise.
    “Are, are you real?” I nudged his foot with
my nose and he pulled back. He was scared, but brave. Tentatively
he reached out with his small hand, his dirty fingernails and
frightened eyes tore at my heart. I wanted to help him. I let him
touch my head and neck. He seemed fascinated by my fur.
    “You’re so soft. You can’t be one of them.
Are you here to free me, brown Wolf? She said you’d come someday.”
I whined softly. I wanted to. I really did want to free him, but
this was just a dream.
    I heard a loud sound like a gun shot and
jumped to the front of the boy’s bed. There was no one in sight. No
gun. No, it was an engine backfiring from outside. The boy pulled
back completely. He flattened himself against the wall. His chest
heaved in and out with his increasingly deep breaths.
    “She’s back! Oh no! You have to go.” I
growled, but he shook his head and nudged me towards the door.
    “It’s okay, it’s okay. You can come back for
me, brown Wolf. Hurry go now! Run! Run, but come back! Don’t you
forget me! Hurry, go now! Run!”
    I took off down the hallway and made my way
back to the basement. My journey back was short, but I awoke with
the distinct memory of everything that had passed fresh in my mind.
He wanted my help and he believed I would return for him. What kind
of crazy dream was that anyway? I didn’t know.
    I jumped up. I was back in my bedroom. I was
breathing heavy and my pajamas were drenched in sweat. I closed my
eyes only to see the boy’s clear blue ones as he begged me to come
back for him.

CHAPTER 4
    After school the next day I sat silent in the
black SUV.
    “Can I see your arm when we get back? I want
to change the bandage. Alright?” I nodded. Ronan looked down at my
arm. We listened to Sascha and Dimitri argue about which drive thru
they were going to hit before we got back to the house. It was a
frequent argument.
    “McDonald’s isn’t food! It’s pureed feathers
and bones!”
    “Fine, we will get KFC. It is real chicken!”
Sascha rubbed his hands together in anticipation, but I could tell
Dimitri wasn’t budging. Good for him. That stuff’ll kill ya.
    “No way. That colonel, pssh ! He makes
genetically altered birds with no heads!”
    The discussion continued the entire length of
the drive and no food was bought. Dimitri started chopping onions
and celery. I could hear them arguing only now it was in
Russian.
    I headed to the guest bathroom with Ronan and
sat down on the vanity stool. He opened a drawer and pulled out
hydrogen peroxide and clean gauze. He unwrapped my arm carefully
and ran his hand over the wound. I had my head turned. I didn’t
much like looking at wounds and the thought I was permanently
scarred left me a bit panicky.
    “Wow. It’s completely healed. Check it out.”
He sounded like he did when he first bit into a triple bacon
cheeseburger down at CyberSodas. Amazed .
    I looked down and nothing. There was
absolutely no mark or scar where the wound had been. Just smooth
skin. I had completely healed.
    “Guess it wasn’t that deep after all.” Ronan
shook his head and put away the bandages.
    “You seem distracted, Maria. Is something
wrong?”
    “You mean other than the fact that Vampires
are attacking me and I get all furry when the moon comes out?” I
snapped. He raised his eyebrows, but said nothing. I felt so stupid
and more than a little embarrassed.
    “I’m sorry Ronan. You’re right, there is
something wrong. Last night, I had a bad dream.” I felt like an
idiot. The Werewolf is afraid of a little nightmare.
    “Tell me about it.” And I did, down to the
blue eyes of the little boy that had haunted me all day. Worse was
his utter faith in me. He believed I would come back to rescue him. Weird dream.
    “That sounds serious. Have you told anyone
else?”
    “No. Why? It was just a dream.”
    “I don’t think so.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “Well, nothing