Alpha Moon (The Cain Chronicles) (Seasons of the Moon)

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Authors: SM Reine
them. But how?
    Rylie rushed down the long row of C gates. The crowd was chaos as people emptied out of duty free shops onto the walkways. Some dropped at her feet as if afraid to get shot by the Union. Others bumped into her, trying to flee, unaware of the shifting werewolf in their midst.
    “Get down!”
    Someone in the Union had spotted Rylie and was shouting orders to the crowd.
    People started falling faster. They took cover under benches, behind pillars.
    Rylie’s human mind grappled with the wolf. Get down, get down, they won’t be able to find me if I get down with everyone else… But the beast didn’t want to lie on the floor and hope to be overlooked. It propelled her onward, forcing her to run, fueled by adrenaline.
    A foot lashed out, catching Rylie’s legs.
    She fell.
    “Over here!” yelled the woman that had tripped her.
    Rylie stared at her in dumb shock, even while her kneecaps popped and spine elongated. Rylie’s change was becoming too obvious to hide from the crowd. This woman had noticed, and kicked her over so that the Union could catch up.
    “Oh no, no, no ,” Rylie said, scrambling to her knees.
    The Union carved a path through the airport. They were right behind her.
    “Freeze!”
    Rylie whirled on them, baring her teeth.
    A roar shook the windows of the airport, making people clap their hands over their ears, cry out in fear.
    It wasn’t Rylie that had roared.
    A massive black wolf erupted from the crowd. He was hulking, bigger than a horse, with paws the size of cinder blocks. He landed in front of Rylie, bracing himself to protect her from the Union’s view. Where he struck the ground, the linoleum cracked with his weight.
    Abel.
    He threw his head back with a howl, declaring his presence to the airport again—as if anyone could have possibly missed his entrance.
    The Union shouted, and Rylie heard the terrifying sound of guns being raised, straps rubbing, leather creaking. They were going to shoot him.
    She threw herself onto Abel’s back, twining her fingers in the thick ruff of fur at the back of his neck, while her face continued to shift. Her ears crunched as they slid up the sides of her head. She had to grip his ribs tightly between her knees in order to stay on. He was thick and solid underneath her, pleasantly musky. She buried her face into his fur.
    “Run,” she tried to say, but her mouth was too clumsy now. Only a growl came out.
    Abel understood. He exploded into motion again, rushing toward the Union.
    It was a completely different experience being the wolf, versus riding one; she was still human enough that the speed shocked her. She almost slipped. But she wrapped her arms around his neck and managed to hang on.
    Abel’s muscles worked under her as his paws struck concrete. His claws bit into the ground, leaving furrows in his wake.
    Gunfire popped around her, but when Rylie looked over her shoulder, she only saw one Union member firing randomly in their direction.
    Rylie looked forward again to see an airplane growing in her vision.
    He was going for the window.
    “Abel—”
    He launched. She ducked her head just in time.
    They crashed through the glass together, momentarily airborne. Her stomach clenched. She tasted bile on the back of her throat as they fell.
    Then they landed.
    Abel tumbled, hitting his side, and Rylie flew off. She skidded across the pavement.
    It tore her skin ragged, burning a path down her cheek and arm. Shards of glass stuck out of her elbow, her shoulder, her neck. But the healing fever swept over her just as quickly. By the time she got to her feet again, the skin was already growing back where it had been stripped away.
    Rylie groaned as she wiped the glass off of her. Healing quickly or not, it felt like razors.
    “I told you not to follow me,” she said as Abel trotted toward her.
    He growled and nipped her skirt.
    “Yeah, I know,” she said, rubbing his nose. “I’m glad you did. Thanks.”
    He stood beside her, his body a

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