All Chapters of A LUNA'S REVENGE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

I groaned as my foot tangled in a vine, staggering and swearing all at once. I wouldn’t stop. I felt warm blood trickle over my toe. The scent of fresh blood would lead my assailants to me. I know this. Still, I wouldn’t slow down. The midnight cold stung my skin. The bushes, with razor-sharp knives attached to the edges of their leaves, sliced through my legs as I raced on, defiant. The debris on the forest floor set traps of stumps on my path. "It's no use running, boy!” Father’s voice echoed through the forest. I squinted. I was almost at my destination. I approached a large mildew-ridden boulder ahead and took a sharp left, not slowing down to catch my breath. My instincts were on high alert. I could hear the wolves growl and snap behind me. Father's laughter filtered into my ears, sending tiny shivers down my neck. "There's no way to run. It's just a matter of time before I catch up with you, boy. Tick! Tock!” The moonlit forest, home to my pack for these past months, was

“He looked even hotter in a suit!” Rebekah thought as she swallowed and stared at the stranger before her. "Ma Cherie, meet..." "Brown Burton" he cut in, extending his hand for a handshake. "I could take it from here Sir, if you don't mind" "Oh. Go ahead" Jean Pierre agreed almost too easily. He sank into his chair and flashed a mischievous smile at Rebekah. He – Brown Burton took what could have been a step forward and stretched his hand for a handshake. "And you are?" "Rebekah. Rebekah Palmer." she didn't stutter. She didn’t take his hand either. Thank you, Biology. "Rebekah, quite a name." he dropped his hand slowly. If he was embarrassed, he did a good job hiding it. "Is that for me, milady?" He motioned towards the coffee in her hand. That wonderfully sexy name he called her in that wonderfully sexy voice. She felt her heart race and then slowly run out of fuel. Why does he keep calling her that? "Oh, this...” she turned to Jean Pierre. "Oh, don't look at me. Let the yo

Rebekah moved her body in rhythm, humming a song with nothing but a towel over her body. She held the two dresses, one in each hand and posed before the mirror. The red gown in her left hand had been a Christmas gift she had gotten for herself two years ago, and it still fit.It was a red turtle necked gown with tiny pearls all around the neck that barely reached her knees. It was a simple gown. No, not simple, classy. Or hot? Yes, hot, that’s the word.The last time she had worn this gown, to Norton’s end of year Christmas ball, she had turned lots of heads. She could only assume that she didn’t look as plain as she normally looked on regular days. Maybe if she had found the courage to go with a date, he could have told her if she looked nice or not. Or maybe she had worn it all wrong. Or did she just lack what it takes to rock the gown?The second gown was not as hot as the first.A black cotton gown that hugged her slightly the last time she had worn it. It wasn’t beautiful per s