Child of the Moon

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Summary

I don’t know how much more of this I can handle. First, and foremost I’m wanted dead by a Goddess. What could top that? Ummm, nothing. And if that’s not bad enough, my insane guardian, after years of following the rules, just decides to flip the rules on me. What would possess her to bring that outsider into our home? That HUMAN! And tell him what we are? That’s unforgivable. We were sworn to secrecy! Stick to the shadows, never reveal your true self to anyone. THAT was our rule. Yeah, so what? Mordan's hunting me again. Like that’s new. That doesn’t mean just go against our secret. I don’t care if that human is my father. It doesn’t make a difference. Plus, Jason doesn’t even know I exist. Well okay, he does in a literal sense. But he doesn’t know how I feel,- or doesn’t care. Angel sighed and wiped away another tear.

Status:
Complete
Chapters:
26
Rating:
4.6 23 reviews
Age Rating:
16+

Bump in the night




The rain fell fast and hard as a thunderstorm raged through the forest. The wind blew tree limbs around. A giant white wolf stepped closer to the edge of a cliff as the wind died down and lightning flashed across the sky. White fur danced around the wolf's body as the wind calmed to a gentle breeze. The forest of evergreen pines resembled jagged spears illuminated by each bolt that tore through the sky. The wolf sat on the edge of the cliff waiting and listening, her ears perked and eyes glowing ice-blue against the darkness. Lightning flashed again in the background as she stared at her target; a small cabin in the clearing of the forest. Everything was quiet except the raindrops on the muddy ground. Her eyes shifted to something moving in the bushes below, heading toward the cabin. Suddenly, a crash of loud thunder rumbled through the air. The clouds parted and the moon shone down on the white wolf. Her ice-blue eyes widened and she lifted her head to call out to the moon. A pack of ravenous wolves flowed down from the cliff, chasing down their prey.

Dahlila Dalface woke up with a start when she heard the deafening howl. She sat straight up in bed, and her emerald green eyes glanced around the darkness of the bedroom. She moved her messy brown hair from her face and pulled it back over her ear. She reached over and shook her husband’s shoulder. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Michael Dalface moaned from the left side of their king bed. He rolled over with his back facing her and pulled the covers over his shoulder. She sighed and cuddled close to his back and put her arm around his chest.

“Why did I let you talk me into being dragged out into the middle of nowhere?” She giggled while kissing his neck. He interlocked his fingers with hers and chuckled lightly.

“You did say you wanted somewhere peaceful and absolutely quiet, right?” his voice slowly started getting softer.

“You’re such an ass,” She kissed him again. “I love you.”

“I love you,” He nearly whispered. After a moment of silence, she heard snoring. She smiled and turned over. She placed a hand on her bulging stomach and watched Michael breathe for a few moments. His short brown hair messily hung over his features. Another eerie howl drifted through the air sending a chill up her spine. She looked through the panoramic skylight in front of their bed and saw raindrops dancing on the glass. She could make out faint lights flashing in the sky behind the clouds.

Suddenly, as she was falling asleep, she heard something breaking downstairs. She rose her head and slowly got out of bed placing a hand on her stomach. Dahlila walked over to the bedroom door and saw that Michael was still asleep. Should I wake him? No, I got this. She opened the bedroom door, crept into the hallway, and closed the door behind her. She walked down the hallway and heard another clang coming from downstairs. Is it an intruder? I hope it’s not a bear! No, it could be one of those raccoons again, Dahlila thought. As she walked closer to the top of the stairs, lightning flashed through the window next to her. She walked up to the gun case in the hallway and pressed the numeral keys carefully. It unlocked with a beep. She opened the door to reveal a shotgun, a rifle, and a silver pistol. She grabbed the pistol and checked the ammo box. She loaded it and made her way down the stairs, carefully placing each foot on the steps so they would not make any noises. The first, second, and third steps were quiet. Then, she stepped on the fourth step and there was a loud creaking noise. She held her breath and continued down the stairs. When she reached the landing, she turned on the light and looked around the living room. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. She walked into the kitchen and found a mess. The whole contents of her dish strainer had been scattered across the floor. She scanned the room for a brief moment and saw no raccoons, bears, or intruders. She sighed, put the pistol on the counter, and started to clean up.

Stupid raccoons, always messing up my kitchen. Then, she turned and walked back into the living room. Or perhaps a clumsy but polite bear. She smiled to herself picturing a bear in a top hat with a cane asking for a cup of sugar.

Then, she stopped cold. She heard a low growl from somewhere in front of her. She looked toward the stairs and saw a giant white wolf with blizzard blue eyes in her living room. She gasped and stood staring at it for a moment, not sure if she should run or lie on the floor pretending to be dead. Slowly, the white wolf started walking toward her and Dahlila retreated into the kitchen. The white wolf was standing right in front of the stairs. It stared intently at Dahlila, growling a little more as it walked forward.

“Um, okay,” Dahlila said. “Good wolf. Stay,” she put her hands up as if this will somehow keep it at bay. The white wolf seemed completely undeterred by her attempt to make dog commands. It kept walking toward her. She grabbed the gun from the counter and pointed it at the wolf. She could have sworn it started to smile at her. Swiftly, it ran at her and Dahlila pulled the trigger. A loud bang rang out through the house and Michael suddenly jolted out of bed, threw the covers off, and jumped out of bed. He forced on his shoes and ran to the gun case, punched in numeral buttons, and grabbed the double-barrel shotgun.

A light drizzle fell on her shoulders as she made her way out of the cabin leaving the door open. She quickly walked over to a silver 1964 Chevrolet truck, opened the door, climbed into the seat, and slammed the door behind her. Dahlila sat in the truck and watched the rain dance across the windshield. It was so quiet; she could hear herself breathing as white clouds came out of her mouth. Everything was so still, she could feel the blood pumping through her veins. The white wolf was standing halfway out the door of her house, the wolf seemed to gaze at her with a strange intelligence in its eyes. Slowly, it started walking toward the truck and Dahlila began to panic.

What? I shot it! How is it still alive?

She turned around and placed a hand on the double-barrel shotgun in the backseat mounted above the window. Before she could take it off the mantle, she heard a bellowing howl far off to the left. Her heart seemed to stop in her chest and started beating faster. This howl didn’t sound like the wolf she had heard earlier, its ferocity shook her to the core. Dahlila glanced toward the edge of the forest and saw a huge furry bear-like creature. She was so scared she couldn’t move. She peeked back toward the wolf but it was gone. She looked back at the bear creature and saw a bunch of wolves running full speed at it, jumping up and attempting to bite its throat. It knocked them back and growled, then it leaned its head back and howled at the moon.

What? Bears don’t howl.

Dahlila watched in awe as this battle unfolded right in front of her. Lightning flashed again and she saw that the bear-like creature had the face of a giant black wolf. She gasped as it looked right at her with bright glowing red eyes. It gave a fierce roar when it saw her in the truck and gambled her way. The barrage of the wolf after wolf jumping up at it seemed to do nothing to stop it. Overcome with fear and unable to think rationally, she opened the truck door and walked quickly into the wilderness.

Oh God, Oh GOD! What the fuck was that?! Dahlila frantically reached down and held her pregnant belly. What’s going to happen to me and my baby? A branch ripped her nightgown and she continued down the. She could hear howling from behind her. Running out of breath and unable to keep going, she stopped and dropped to her knees. She couldn’t get up and heard the sound of howling getting closer. Then, she felt her water break. Oh no, Michael! Please help.

Michael came to the doorway of the house with the shotgun loaded. He was just in time to see a pack of wolves running past the house and then reentering the woods. He scanned the area with his hazel eyes. He groaned when he saw a scrap of Dahlila’s flower nightgown hanging from one of the bushes. “Dammit!” he muttered to himself and then let the shotgun lower to his side and ran into the woods. He came to a stop at the entrance of the woods and looked back at the house. He smiled when he spied the 1964 silver pickup.

Out in the woods, Dahlila shivered. She looked back and forth wondering why it was so quiet all of a sudden. Then, she saw the wolf from earlier. The wolf walked toward Dahlila, its glowing blizzard-blue eyes watched her. It stopped and started to growl again. Dahlila stared at the enraged wolf with confusion. Why hadn't it attacked me yet? The wolf ran toward her but a gunshot was fired and the wolf fell over. She could see a big bloody hole in its furry head. The dark red blood stained the wolf's white fur. Michael was standing next to his truck holding the shotgun as white breath puffed out of his mouth. A sense of remorse swept over her. She could do nothing but stare at the fallen wolf. Then, she heard rustling in the bushes behind her, and with wide eyes, she realized that the wolf wasn’t after her.

“Ain’t no damn devil wolves gonna invade my house!” Michael shouted before Dahlila could turn and look at the bushes. She looked at Michael, as if coming out of a trance. “What the hell are you doing out here?” he asked. When Dahlila wasn’t able to produce an answer he spoke again softer, “Come on, get in the truck, sweetheart,”

“Michael,” she panted, “my water broke,”

“Oh God,” he ran over to her and dropped the gun on the ground. He put her arm over his shoulder to walk her to the truck. He stopped and gasped for a moment when he noticed that the wolf was no longer lying where he had shot it. He glanced around trying to figure out where the wolf was. He helped his wife into the truck and slammed the door and then ran over to the driver’s side and opened the door. He hopped in and slammed the door.

Dahlila punched Michael in the shoulder.

“You could have shot me, you idiot!”

“Ouch,” He rubbed his shoulder, “I didn’t,”

“Ooooo.....I’m having a contraction,” she groaned and breathed hard. He started the truck and the engine roared.

“Home or hospital?” he asked.

“The hospital!!” She shouted.

“Are you sure, sweetheart? I thought you said you wanted to do it at home?”

“Just drive,” she commanded and gave him a menacing look.

“Okay, okay!”

“Michael, there’s something out there.” she said. “some sort of monster, a strange new creature.”

“What are you talking about?” He gave her a confused look and he shifted into drive, but the truck rocked back and forth as something jumped into the bed of the truck.

“Honey, what was that?,” Dahlila asked through pained gasps. She was holding her stomach. Michael glanced in his rearview mirror and saw a giant black wolf-like creature on its hind legs directly behind him. He randomly hit the breaks and the creature fell back and hit its head. Michael looked behind him as the creature slowly got back up and howled at the moon. It jumped over the top of the truck and landed on the hood. Dahlila screamed as it ripped the hood off and tore out the engine making the truck come to a stop. Smoke billowed from the hood as Michael reached for his rifle and opened the driver's door. He took aim at the wolf creature and shot at it while hanging halfway out the driver's door. The beast dodged the bullet and quickly climbed up to the top of the truck. It grabbed the rifle with its paws and flung Michael onto the ground. Michael was knocked out and instantly the creature turned and looked at Dahlila. It snarled at her, and she screamed as it continued attacking the truck from the roof making it rock back and forth. It stared down at her from the hole in the top, sniffing down at her. She screamed and tried to open the door but it was no use. The wolf grabbed her, lifted her up, and stared at her with its glowing red eyes. It roared into her face with drool hanging from its sharp, pointy teeth.

Out of nowhere, a huge white wolf jumped on the back of the beast holding Dahlila. It bit down onto the black beast's shoulder, who howled in pain and then dropped her into the bed of the truck. She landed on a bunched-up blanket and she quickly got up and climbed out of the truck as the two creatures growled and clawed at each other. She looked back for a moment and the dark black wolf tried to lunge at her, but the white one pressed harder on its neck with its paws and stared at Dahlila with piercing blue eyes.

As she hobbled deeper into the woods, she noticed a stinging sensation on her arm. She looked down and saw a bloody bite mark near her wrist. Oh no, had the creature bitten me before he dropped me? Then, she covered the wound with her left hand to stop the bleeding. Pain shot up her back as another contraction racked her body. She fell to her knees and started to cry. What am I going to do? What about my baby? Is she going to die? As she fretted about the possibility of having an infection from the bite, a giant white wolf slowly walked toward her from the darkness. The moon twinkled in its ice-blue eyes. Dahlila looked up at the white wolf with a gasp and wiped the tears from her eyes. The white wolf just stood there and stared at her as if to judge her, its blue eyes almost seemed human. Dahlila stared back, searching for answers and found only silence. The white wolf moved in closer to her and its cold nose touched Dahlila’s nose. In that instant, the pain stopped. The wound on her arm stopped bleeding leaving only a small scar. Dahlila looked down at her arm in surprise and ran her hand over the now-smooth area.

“The bite is gone but the effect remains,” The white wolf said to her in plain English. Dahlila’s eyes went wide.

"Mikoda? Is that you?" Dahlila asked. “How is a wolf talking to me?”

“Here, take it quickly," the white wolf said and nudged a clear vial toward Dahlila. "We haven't got a lot of time,"

"Are you sure about this?" She reached out for the vial.

"Behind you!” the wolf whispered harshly with its ears back. Then, Dahlila heard the black beast growl from behind her. She turned around to see it between the bushes. She looked back for the white wolf, but it was already gone. She grabbed the vial and pulled the cork out and quickly drank it.

Here goes nothing. The dark werewolf spotted her and decided to take charge. Dahlila was in such shock that about to give birth. The beast ran toward her baring its teeth. She could tell it was angry about what happened earlier. She closed her eyes. She could hear the creature getting closer. She jumped to a startling gunshot and heard the wolf yelp like it was injured. She opened her eyes and watched the wolf fall and saw Michael standing there holding his rifle.

The moon hid under the clouds, and Dahlila fainted. Michael kept his gun on the wolf. Then, he lowered his gun as he watched dumbfounded as the creature transformed into a human. A bit taken aback, Michael stared at him with astonishment; he had shot an animal who had turned into a man. The man started coughing and moaning. Michael approached him with the gun to his side and punched the man in the face. He spat up blood after he righted himself.

“What the hell was that for?” the man shouted.

“For trying to kill my wife,” Michael stated with venom in his voice, pointing at Dahlila. The man looked over at the pregnant woman lying on the ground.

“What?!” He exclaimed. “I never touched her! Where the hell am I?” His eyes narrowed. “And who the fuck are you?”

“I’m gonna make sure you never find out.” He pointed the rifle at the man’s head. The man’s mouth parted and his eyes widened. The explosion of gunfire rang out and Dahlila sat up screaming next to the dead man's body.

Another contraction overtook her and out of the corner of her eye, she saw the white wolf look at her from behind Michael, in a clearing of bushes and trees. It was the same white wolf that had saved her. She gasped as she saw the white wolf change into a woman. Feathers of birds and animal furs hung about her. Dahlila knew this person and was too shocked to react. Mikoda stood there at a distance behind a tree, watching her. Then, she disappeared from sight.


Soon Michael held a crying baby girl up in his arms. He cut the umbilical cord with a pair of pliers he had in his truck. Michael cleaned the blood and dirt off the child with his damp shirt. Then he handed her to Dahlila, she stopped crying and looked up at her mother. Dahlila smiled at the baby. “Her name will be Angel,” she said. She looked up at Michael. “I love you.” she kissed him and he kissed her in return. Then she rested her head in a small puddle and closed her eyes.

“Lila?” Michael said as the baby started crying again and Dahlila made no reaction. “Lila? Dahlila?” He shook her shoulder and she didn’t respond. He took the baby and set her down and felt for a pulse. He felt nothing.

“Oh, God!” he exclaimed and started to give her CPR. He did this about six times and suddenly a wolf ran by throwing him out of his cycles. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone and dialed 9-1-1, but to his dismay, the phone didn’t have a signal. Michael angrily threw the phone into the wilderness. He started a new cycle, as he was pumping her chest, he heard distant howling. He breathed into her mouth one more time and was finally getting exhausted. He picked up the baby to calm her and carried her to the truck and laid her on the seat. Then he went back to get Dahlila. He picked her up in a fireman carry over his shoulders and carried her to the truck. When he got there, his mouth fell open in shock and he dropped to his knees. The baby was not there! Suddenly, he heard his baby cry from far away; then he heard the howling of wolves.


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