Winner Winner

Dr. Hamish Stewart sat in a first class seat, sipping wine that was the color of the liquid he longed for, though the taste did nothing to satisfy the burning which was slowly beginning in the back of his throat. He’d learned to ignore it, to control it, under most circumstances, but the high he was on right now made it much more difficult to brush the giddiness building inside of him aside, and as he looked out the window at the Midwest beneath him, he couldn’t believe he’d actually pulled it off.

Of course, he should’ve never doubted his skills. He’d taken every single precaution to ensure that if there truly was a Blood Moon Portal, it would open just as the moon hit its culmination above Shepherdstown, West Virginia. The fact that the six students he’d put in charge of making sure the marks stumbled inside at exactly the right moment had completed their tasks was what really shocked him. Standing off in the distance, he’d watched