Book Three: Moonwarriors: In A Blackened Dawn Rusty Nugent, Author

Moonwarriors: In A Blackened Dawn, chapter two; Book Three

© Copyright By Rusty Nugent. All Rights Reserved 2015.

Chapter Two

Biloxi, Mississippi

Adam Hunter sat behind the lavish desk in his study, sipping bourbon from his small glass. He glanced at the shelves full of books that surrounded him and sighed wearily. All the knowledge they contained within and not one could tell him how to put his life back together.

Once, he had been a state senator but no more. His career had gone down the toilet as his anti-lycanthrope views became more and more extreme. They had taken everything from him. They had cost him his daughter, his wife, friends, his career, his life savings. Now his funds were depleted, nearly gone due to calling favors from friends in ""non existent" U.S. Government projects and having the cyborg created to hunt down and eradicate all werewolves, everywhere.

His beautiful home had now fallen into a state of disrepair and neglect. He simply couldn't afford to fix it. He gazed grimly out at the full, round moon filling the night sky. He sipped at his bourbon mechanically and brooded.

Werewolves!

The cyborg was two days late with its report on who it had killed. It had never been late and should have returned by now. Something was wrong. He could feel it deep down in his gut.

All of this misery because one of those evil creatures had brutally attacked and murdered his daughter, Dana. She had never even had a chance to really live. Had not even graduated from high school yet all those years ago. And no one had done a thing about it. Not the police nor the Government. The werewolves had made a statement saying they would handle it.

That Golarin character had appeared on the news later, saying the culprit had been dealt with in a severe manner. He did not believe it then and he did not believe it now. They covered for one another. Those bastards stuck together.

Probably hid him away somewhere, he thought silently as he took another sip from his glass. He suddenly felt very old and tired.

The moonlight shone brightly through the large bay window, casting rays of light and unusual shadows on the desk and floor. He finished his drink, placing the glass on the desk.

A noise from outside caught his attention and he swallowed nervously. He had no security system or guards. And nothing silver on hand to protect himself. Then he heard it. A low, demonic sounding growl that made his blood run cold.

"Shit," he whispered apprehensively.

Adrenaline shot through his body as fear took over. He had always known this day would come. Now it was here. They had finally come for him. His anti-werewolf propaganda would now cost him the only thing he had left: his life.

A sudden explosion of glass and broken wood filled the study as a dark figure leapt through with a mighty crash. Adam screamed in terror and cowered behind his chair as a figure landed on his desk in a crouched position, sending his drink and desk lamp tumbling to the floor below.

The dark imposing figure silhouetted against the light of the full moon crouched like some predator atop his desk. Two, glowing red eyes with slitted pupils stared ominously at him from the darkness. It was wearing what looked like some sort of long trench coat or cloak but Adam couldn't tell. It said nothing but flung what looked like a mangled corpse at him.