Beckoned (Book 1) The Brazil Werewolf Series

Prologue

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My breath rushed through my lungs, the sound of it caressed my eardrums as the air swept through my body. It calmed me in the complete darkness of sleep. I listened as the air escaped past my lips before allowing the other sounds to come. At first, they were muted tones before they rose in crescendo. The chirp of crickets, the rustle of branches and leaves moving against each other heightened until the air around me came alive, dancing across my skin in gentle strokes. My mind hummed as awareness of one fact entered my thoughts...I was not in my bed.

A shudder slid through me as I pulled my eyes open. My heart sank and I had to face the one fact I did not want to confirm. I had been sleepwalking again.

I touched my chest with the tips of my fingers. My heart beat a steady rhythm beneath them. The skin on my arms tingled. But through it all, I was calm. It made little sense, considering I couldn't help but wonder if I was going crazy. After all, walking in my sleep five times in a month seemed to be proof of my insanity. Worse, though, was the distinct possibility that I would one day walk to my death, all while unaware...at least until the last moment. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought.

I pushed the fear away and looked around, trying to determine my surroundings. My eyes widened as I glanced up to find darkness and the moon so full it seemed close enough to touch. I winced as dry, brittle grass pushed into the soles of my feet to the point where it was almost painful and threatened to break through the tender skin.

I squinted into the darkness as the muscles in my shoulders and legs tightened. My eyes landed on a large forest on the far side of the field in which I stood. My lips quivered as I realized I had been walking toward it. Fear struck my heart and it sped up, slamming against my ribs as sweat coated my palms. The thought of waking up in the middle of the dense trees, wild animals all around me, caused me to shake.

Blinking, I looked away before fear consumed me. Feeling a wave of dizziness, I fought it, knowing I needed to stay calm and find safety. I turned to see the motorhome, where I had lived with my mother for eighteen years, parked five hundred feet behind me. My eyes widened. I couldn't remember walking so far away before. That fact I had caused the fear to rise again, giving credence to my worry of harming or killing myself.

I inhaled again, trying to slow my breathing and not submit to the unease prickling at the back of my neck. The heat of the Texas summer scalded my nose, making me wrinkle it as I winced. Sweat broke out on my skin, soaking through my nightgown as I took careful steps and began my trek back to my home. My eyes stung as I blinked away perspiration. I tested each footfall, hoping not to receive any burrs in my bare feet on the way.

I had only moved two paces when I paused, the hair on my arms raising. A frown creased my brow. I was certain I'd heard something moving within the forest. I held my breath as I tilted my head to the side. I stood still, straining to listen.

"Aurora ," a voice whispered so low, I wondered if I imagined it.

I strained my ears and scanned the area. There was no one near. I frowned, glancing around again. Maybe I was going crazy.