All Chapters of Failing Moon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

After only a few mins passed, Mara came back into the detective’s office, and Tarrin glanced at her before continuing. “There was something out of sorts from what I recall when meeting Mr. Brightstone’s son before he died in an accident. I’m not usually untrusting, but he claimed Bob and May moved, never giving him the key and making him have to replace the locks to the place. He also had no forwarding address,” Tarrin explained, giving the detective only parts of what he actually knew, “My father was the one that said they couldn’t have moved when he spoke to them just a day prior to selling the place. They were expecting their godson to visit within the week. So they would have no reason to sell the place or just vanish.” “Do you know the name of their godson?” Tarrin shook his head honestly, “No, I don’t, but my father may know.” “I see, and because the autopsy report shows they died before being placed in the water, we are still investigating that,” said Mr. Ranier, the detect

The wind wasn’t giving up trying to reach her. Josey felt the chill deep inside as the coldness from the rain beat at her. “Think warm, Josephine, think tropical sunrises, warm sand,” she whispered to herself. “You won’t die, the storm will stop, and you can get help. Someone will help, right?” Panic raged inside her as a thousand scenarios played out in her head. Tears flowed more as thoughts of never seeing Emily or Cece again ran through her mind. She was starting to feel weak and nauseous from the worry. Opening her eyes, she tried peering through the rain for something, but there was nothing on the roof to help her. Terrace Pharmaceuticals stood alone along the skyline, so she couldn’t even manage to try to get to another roof if she wanted to. A few more minutes had passed, and she had given up. Laying down against the rise of the small hub of bricks that held her only exit, Josey closed her eyes and faced it. Pulling her knees tight to her chest, she wished it was a dre

While Tarrin and Mara were downstairs discussing what steps to take in finding information, Linux left Josey to rest while they waited for the food to be delivered. "How is she?" Linux shrugged, coming into the living room, "Good as can be expected. I ordered pizza. It should be here soon." Tarrin sighed, "I should have cooked her something to eat. Unfortunately, pizza isn't going to help her regain her strength." Linux and Mara looked at each other and held back their laughs. "You seem so concerned, Tarrin. Are you sure you aren't starting to fancy Ms. Parks?" Tarrin reached out to slug Linux, but his friend was able to dodge it. "Uh oh, Marmar, I think I'm right. He just tried to hit me!" "Shut it," Tarrin said, sitting back and looking away, "It has nothing to do with needless affection. I'm just concerned because until she showed up, life was more peaceful. Now, too many questions and incidents are happening around her. She needs to be kept safe and healthy until we can ge

"Mara, are you hungry? I can make you something," Cece asked, hiding behind the fridge door and feeling a bit nervous being alone with her crush. Mara responded, trying to act cool, "Nah, I'm good. I ate some pizza earlier. Thanks, though." "Oh, pizza, okay, sure. Do you want something to drink instead?" Mara shook her head, "I'm good, really." Cece nodded, "Okay, well, I'll be over here cooking." She kept her back to Mara and scolded herself, wondering if she sounded too pushy or eager. Josey's friend quickly washed some celery and got a knife out to slice it for soup. But, not paying attention as she was lost in thought about Mara, the knife slipped and cut Cece's finger. "Oweee," she yelped, and before she could blink, Mara was next to her. "You cut yourself... here," Mara said, grabbing a paper towel and wrapping it around Cece’s finger. "When Josey gets out of the bathroom, we should put some antiseptic on it," Mara continued to say, holding Cece's hand. "I'm so stupi

“Okay, hold on, so you’re saying my father must have taken your blood and used it in a serum on me, and that’s why you are here, in my head?” The wolf turned and nodded, “Yes, to put it simply.” Tarrin stood and started pacing. “I mean, if this was some fairytale, sure, I could believe it. But the science says you are a disease, a mutation constantly fighting to take over.” If wolves could shrug, this one would have. “Maybe that is what I am, a mutation, but it’s straightforward. Who do you think would win if you and I were stuck in a box, fighting to get out?” Tarrin eyed him before stomping and heading back the way they came. “We are done here. You won’t be getting out of anything or taking it over. That’s a fact,” he snapped and then stopped, looking back at the wolf, “and another thing, don’t you ever, EVER, lay my hands on Josey again. She’s scared of me now because of you!” The wolf suddenly fell back, rolling with laughter. “Ha, you think you can stop me? Good luck. The