Semua Bab Descendant OF The Last Red Moon (English Version): Bab 11

The alley reeked of stale beer and something far worse—a cloying sweetness that clung to the air like a shroud. Matt, hidden in the shadows, watched the woman. Her terror wasn't just visible; it pulsed, a frantic rhythm against the suffocating darkness. He saw the stark white of her eyes, wide and desperate in the gloom, felt the frantic hammering of her heart as a physical vibration in the air. His own senses screamed—the acrid bite of alcohol warred with a sickeningly familiar chemical scent, a predator's perfume promising violation. A primal rage, hot and brutal, clawed at his control. He moved like a wraith, circling the battered car, his muscles coiled springs of lethal potential. The sight of her exposed skin, her vulnerability laid bare in the harsh light of the approaching motorcycle, ignited a furious inferno within him. He slammed his fist into the car hood, the metallic clang a tiny explosion in the oppressive silence. "Damn it," he snarled, the word a guttural rasp.