Moonless

Chapter 7

AN;  Seriously you guys are the best, thank you so much for the 54 votes! You are the best OG readers a girl can ask for. Also, it's great that this book is now at 254 reads. We are growing slowly but surely. It would be crazy if this book got millions of views like my other book did, but I still love it, even if it didn't. Also if you never read anything else I wrote, I'm a terrible proofreader! Feel free to point out my mistakes! Thanks for reading- Sam

PS. I'm not fluent in Italian. If my Italian doesn't make sense, correct me, please!

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" Figlio di puttana!! Hai dormito con mia moglie!"the shorter of the two men yelled. His beady small eyes stared daggers over a sharp, beak-like nose. The taller of the two men stood beside him, glaring over his own sharp nose. Their faces were way too similar for them not to be brothers.

"Grayson? Who are they?" I whispered. I hugged the yellow dress closer to my chest.

"When you were talking about the people in my memory of this place, it triggered my memory of those  guys."

The man smacked his chest with his outstretched palm," Adesso... o ti divorerò! Se sei abbastanza uomo da !" His small eyes blazed with pure hatred.

"He seems really mad, what did you do?"

"Nothing it was a misunderstanding, we worked it out. But I'm remembering the time before we did."

The man abruptly charged at Grayson. Grayson grabbed me and gave me a hard shove. I went flying into the clothing rack. I grabbed onto the fabric to keep myself from falling, while I found my footing.

I turned just in time to see Grayson connect a right hook into the taller of the two men. The man fell to the ground with a thud. Upon seeing his comrade fall, the smaller man let out a scream of fury and charged at Grayson head first. For a split moment, it looked like he was going to collide with him, but at the last second, Grayson twisted out of the way and brought his elbow down on top of the man's head. 

The shorter man slammed face first into the ground with a sickening thud.

Grayson immediately raced over to me and grabbed my wrist "We need to run like now!"

"Why?" I asked and looked back at the men on the ground.

At that very moment, the shorter man raised his head off the road and made eye contact with me. His eyes, now an ember orange, had almost tripled from their original size.

He staggered onto all fours and ripped off his black shirt. Brown and white feathers began to sprout over every inch of his exposed back and chest.

My mouth fell open in shock.

"Run!" Grayson yelled again and this time I didn't question it.

We raced down the street. Behind us, came a loud screech and the beating of massive wings. We rounded a corner, then another and another, until Grayson abruptly stopped beside a bright yellow house. Grayson pointed up and I looked to see one of the windows above our heads was wide open.

He got down on one knee and laced his fingers together on top of it, "The window on the first floor is open. Put your foot in my hand,  I'm going to hoist you in."

"Okay"

"1-2-3!"

I yelped when I suddenly found myself airborne and hurdling towards the open window. I grappled at the white window sill, more of me out than in, but still somehow managed to pull myself inside the small kitchen. Grayson joined me inside and slammed the open window shut.