Beautiful Creatures.

Chapter 20

(Christmas In Mala.)

Moonstruck had snuck away to the Bloomfield's estate, by escaping on the raft at the back of the house, she floated downstream and cut through the meadows. The Vampires were not home.

She had sat in the high grass waiting for them to return but before they did, she heard the howls. The cries of death. It came from across the river.

Normally it would be numerous wolves coming together to howl the loss of another. Now with the Police watching over the neighbourhood, until the Health Officials return in the mornings, only one wolf was sent out in secret into the woods to carry on the old tradition of howling in that long, sad, raw signal, that made other wolves know that one of their own had died.

Moonstruck let her head fall into her hands and cried

She was too late. She thought. Philip was dead.

She shifted into her wolf and howled her grieving reply.

Moonstruck stayed in that position for more than an hour and looked up when she saw a car pulling up to t