Moonlight's Peril (Moonlight Series Book 1) by Ashlynn Monroe Page B
Authors: Ashlynn Monroe
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jacket Bianca gathered the courage to leave the house; she kept looking behind her. I feel like an idiot. Moving fast down the street, she tried to enjoy the soft glow of early morning light on her face. Everything was quiet. By the time she pulled open the door of the Daily Grind for some java every noise spooked her. The place was unusually deserted.
“A large Cinnamon Sensation, please. Two sugars and cream. Thanks.”
She handed her punch card and five dollars to the barista.
“You’re welcome. Have a great day.” The caffeinated, perky girl gave the card and some change back. Human girl.
Turning, Bianca noticed where Annie and Claire always sat, every morning, was empty. The elderly spinster twins came daily from opening to noon. Bianca had an AW (after wolves) moment. Those sweet little old ladies are werewolves. Staring at their usual table, transfixed, she physically shook her head to dispel the mental cobwebs. She had to keep it together, or she was going to draw attention to the fact she was in on to the “big secret”.
Bianca forced herself to leave the diner. She shivered as the bell tinkled over the door as she went outside. What will happen to me if town werewolves find out that I know? This morning her eyes were wide open as she walked.
Her AW mind noticed things she’d never bothered to care about before. How have I never noticed so many people are missing once every month? Some of the small Mom and Pop shops were totally closed. She walked down a block she didn’t need to, just out of curiosity. Bianca paused, and her eyes narrowed as she thought about BW (before werewolves) times. Normally, all the parking places on Main Street were filling up this time of the morning. It was a weekday, but the traffic reminded her of Sunday. Her AW brain realized those missing cars belonged to werewolves. Am I the only human in town? Oh God. Kloe? Maybe I don’t want to know. A sign in the window of her beautician’s home salon caught her attention. The 8 x 11 card stock was simple. The message was in Sandy’s neat handwriting. A simple note proclaimed Marcus and Sandy Woods were away visiting relatives. She’d bet her last dime that their relatives had more than two legs. Bianca touched her hair absentmindedly.
Will I go back to Sandy for my next bang trim? She stood silently looking at the building. Marcus was a talented artist. He’d drawn a cute back-to-school border with glass markers around the shop window. The cheerful man changed artwork every month for his wife. Bianca had gone to high school with Sandy. The down-to-Earth couple worshiped their adorable ten-year-old son, Baxter. The boy came down to the community center on basketball night every Wednesday.
She’d be back to Sandy’s salon, no doubt about it. Odd, she should be screaming and running away from town, or calling the FBI—something like that. She continued down the street as calm as could be. Maybe I’m in shock? Bianca paused, wrapping her arms around her midsection. Her head cocked to the side as she considered if she was coping well or subsiding in denial. Sighing, she put one foot in front of the other and kept walking.
The library stood dark, she moved closer to the door and saw the temporary closure notice. Frank, the Librarian, always called her when the next book in her favorite series came in. She tried to envision the sweet, elderly man wolfed-out somewhere. Nope.
Birds sang a cheerful ballad of the morning. Everything was still green with only hints of the vibrant palette of fall. A little creek ran through the park on the corner of Main and Bluff Streets. She stopped to listen to the soft babble of the water skipping over rocks. She’d told Lucas she was pregnant with Chessa next to the tiny spring that cascaded down like a waterfall. So many memories here, and yet she’d never known anything real about her hometown.
There wasn’t even one car on the road to disturb the natural sounds. Bianca experienced a flash
“A large Cinnamon Sensation, please. Two sugars and cream. Thanks.”
She handed her punch card and five dollars to the barista.
“You’re welcome. Have a great day.” The caffeinated, perky girl gave the card and some change back. Human girl.
Turning, Bianca noticed where Annie and Claire always sat, every morning, was empty. The elderly spinster twins came daily from opening to noon. Bianca had an AW (after wolves) moment. Those sweet little old ladies are werewolves. Staring at their usual table, transfixed, she physically shook her head to dispel the mental cobwebs. She had to keep it together, or she was going to draw attention to the fact she was in on to the “big secret”.
Bianca forced herself to leave the diner. She shivered as the bell tinkled over the door as she went outside. What will happen to me if town werewolves find out that I know? This morning her eyes were wide open as she walked.
Her AW mind noticed things she’d never bothered to care about before. How have I never noticed so many people are missing once every month? Some of the small Mom and Pop shops were totally closed. She walked down a block she didn’t need to, just out of curiosity. Bianca paused, and her eyes narrowed as she thought about BW (before werewolves) times. Normally, all the parking places on Main Street were filling up this time of the morning. It was a weekday, but the traffic reminded her of Sunday. Her AW brain realized those missing cars belonged to werewolves. Am I the only human in town? Oh God. Kloe? Maybe I don’t want to know. A sign in the window of her beautician’s home salon caught her attention. The 8 x 11 card stock was simple. The message was in Sandy’s neat handwriting. A simple note proclaimed Marcus and Sandy Woods were away visiting relatives. She’d bet her last dime that their relatives had more than two legs. Bianca touched her hair absentmindedly.
Will I go back to Sandy for my next bang trim? She stood silently looking at the building. Marcus was a talented artist. He’d drawn a cute back-to-school border with glass markers around the shop window. The cheerful man changed artwork every month for his wife. Bianca had gone to high school with Sandy. The down-to-Earth couple worshiped their adorable ten-year-old son, Baxter. The boy came down to the community center on basketball night every Wednesday.
She’d be back to Sandy’s salon, no doubt about it. Odd, she should be screaming and running away from town, or calling the FBI—something like that. She continued down the street as calm as could be. Maybe I’m in shock? Bianca paused, wrapping her arms around her midsection. Her head cocked to the side as she considered if she was coping well or subsiding in denial. Sighing, she put one foot in front of the other and kept walking.
The library stood dark, she moved closer to the door and saw the temporary closure notice. Frank, the Librarian, always called her when the next book in her favorite series came in. She tried to envision the sweet, elderly man wolfed-out somewhere. Nope.
Birds sang a cheerful ballad of the morning. Everything was still green with only hints of the vibrant palette of fall. A little creek ran through the park on the corner of Main and Bluff Streets. She stopped to listen to the soft babble of the water skipping over rocks. She’d told Lucas she was pregnant with Chessa next to the tiny spring that cascaded down like a waterfall. So many memories here, and yet she’d never known anything real about her hometown.
There wasn’t even one car on the road to disturb the natural sounds. Bianca experienced a flash
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