Moon River Book 2

Maeve was missing, presumed dead, after she leapt from a cliff to escape imprisonment by her lover’s family—but in fact, she had survived in the form of her wolf, Una. She returns to herself to find that ten years have passed. Ash Blackmore, the Alpha she loves, is blind, nearly bankrupt, and in a miserable marriage. When Maeve saves the life of his beloved daughter Kara, she and Ash are immediately entangled again, and soon discover that his family troubles are deeper and more sinister than they imagined.

Is there really a difference between flying and falling? Though I have never flown, I would imagine that it feels the same.

The weightlessness, I mean. I looked up, and the last thing I remember seeing was a flash in the night sky.

For a moment, I was everywhere and nowhere. There was weightlessness and peace. Like every bit of me was spread across the nothing.

Then I realized that I was there. There was a self, and all at once, I opened my eyes.

First, there was light.

Then there was color.

The blue of the sky was so pale that I felt like I was in a different world.

I heard a rush of sound. Birds around me. The rushing of water. It all happened at once.

Then I felt it.

Pain.

I closed my eyes.

I thought I had blinked, but when I opened my eyes, there was nothing but darkness.

I felt pain take over my body as my bones began to crack and my body bent and twisted under the moonlight.

Under the eye of the moon and the witnesses among the trees, my body bore Una.

A white fleece replaced my tawny skin and paws pressed against the earth.

She let the water cleanse her coat, then left the river behind.

The night air built a force in my lungs that I had long since forgotten. I let my spirit lead me into perfect abandon. After her years bound inside of me, I set her free.

My body needed time to heal.

It might have been days, maybe weeks before I realized that Una wouldn’t stop running.

She took us to a place where the soil held colors I hadn’t seen before. The earth was paler.

That’s how I knew I was further than I had ever been before. That’s the last thing I remember. The soil. The feeling of freedom.

Her voice had changed; it sounded sullen and strange. I found myself having to make room for myself in her mind.

Her mind was disordered and wild. I could only feel. Her language was broken and sparse.

She couldn’t respond, not because she didn’t want to but because words were just so foreign to her. It was like we were relearning each other.

She took me to an opening. The scents in the air felt familiar. She had been here before.

A small person was in the middle of a field. It looked as though they were waiting for something. As Una neared, I saw it was a little girl.

The girl had a raw steak in her hands.

She had been waiting for Una, I realized.

The little girl tossed the meat, and Una jumped at it. She happily munched away at her treat.

The girl looked familiar somehow, but it was probably just remnants of familiarity that Una was feeling.

“I waited for you earlier. Where have you been?” she scolded. Una looked up at her, our eyes locked, and the girl looked shocked.

“You’re not alone anymore, are you?” she whispered.

“Yes,” she said. “I can hear you, and I can see you.”

Una jumped and backpedaled.

“Wait!” she said. “Please, don’t go.”

“I’m Kara. We’re in Phelbrook. I don’t know what happened to you,” she said quickly.

“I’m almost nine!” she said. Her bright blue eyes lit with indignation, and she crossed her arms, letting her blond curls cover her face.

“Una? Her name is Una?” she asked, and Una cocked her head. “She’s been coming here almost every day this summer.”

“My parents are at home. I go to the school up on the hill. Do you want to come back with me?”

“Yes, I can come back tomorrow. But you have to come earlier. I don’t want to get in trouble,” Kara said, and turned to leave.

Una led us out of the clearing and into the woods. I tried to shift into myself, but I couldn’t. She felt my unease. I understood how she must have felt trapped within me all those years.

I mentally took a breath and let her guide us to a safe place where she could rest. She led me underneath the roots of a tree. We were hidden and safe.

As she slept, I was able to walk through her dreams.

I saw a world unlike anything I had ever seen before. I couldn’t tell if these were her memories, but they felt so real. There were women tending to Una, and there were other wolves like her.

All at once, it seemed as though everyone went to sleep. Even the wolves around us fell into a slumber. Una fought to stay awake, but her eyelids grew heavy.

As she blinked, I saw a brightness, and in the sharp light, I saw a form begin to appear.

In the dream, Una felt hands upon her. She fought blindly. A feeling all too familiar to me came over her. Weightlessness.

She was falling.

How did I know this feeling? Falling? I remember falling somewhere. Where?

I couldn’t remember.

We awoke with a start.

There was only a sliver of light in the sky, but I could hear Kara. She was calling for Una, and we ran to her.

“Here,” she urgently said as she placed the clothes before us. “Hurry!”

“I need your help! Please!” she cried.

“CHANGE!” she yelled as she grabbed hold of Una’s fur.

Una fell to the ground. Her body began to contort, and I could feel my flesh emerging from her skin.

I grabbed the oversized dress Kara had placed in front of me, and I pulled it on. In one swoop, I moved her behind me.

I sniffed the air around me and heard a rustle nearby. We were not alone. I looked down at Kara, and she was utterly petrified.

“Hello, little princess.”