Mooncast (1st book of the Moon Novels)

24: Prophecy

Hey Everyone!

I uploaded this chapter, as promised.

I won't be able to upload for a few weeks, due to a vacation.

Hope this satisfies you until then!

Love you all, and hope everyone is having a good summer so far!

Read on!

~{Katy}~

ps...not edited... sorry!

PSS.....This chapter is a big game changer.....not only does it have a huge twist, it also intertwines with another one of my stories, MOONSPELL.

CHECK IT OUT AFTER! (Not finished yet, though! Sorry!)

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Chapter 24

<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<Ambrosines’ POV>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

I walked up to the huge pack house and knocked on the, tapping my foot in agitation. I didn’t knock very hard; I knew they could hear me with them being 100% werewolf.

I looked at the forest, the forest that was calling to my soul. Being a full werewolf must be nice. They could shift, and I couldn’t; because I was a hybrid, an impure werewolf.

My head whipped around when I heard the unlocking sound of the door. The door swung open and my uncles’ huge body took up the doorway. His face was pulled taunt with exhaustion and worry.

 

“Ambrosine, we must hurry. We don’t have much time.” He said as he whipped his body around and started walking to the base, not stopping to see if I was following. I walked in and slammed the door shut, making it shake on its hinges.

“Hurry up Ambrosine!” He yelled, already all the way downstairs. The perks of werewolf speed.

I walked down the steep stairs and into the half unfinished basement. The basement filled with supplies and a few rooms were trespassers are held. He led me past them and behind a stack of boxes and into a hallway. One that would be completely hidden if you didn’t know it was there.

The walls were concrete and filled with hairline cracks and chips. I swear I could see blood spatters and divots from nails that had clawed at the concrete, trying to escape. The overhead lights were hung by thin wires, and they swung dangerously from the nonexistent wind. They swung so dangerously, that I was surprised that they didn’t snap and crush the werewolf below. Every few feet, an open metal gate would sit, ready to be shut at moments’ notice. For anything they needed to keep out.

Or rather, in.

My steps quickened as I came to the end of the hallway where my uncle stood, fidgeting nervously.