Chapter 611

I do my best to keep my breaths quiet and even as two, then three more enemy soldiers move out onto my plateau. I peer at their faces through the leaves of the bushes in which I'm hiding, trying to see if one of them is Wright, if one of their eyes is lit with the violence I saw in him that day - the desire to kill me -

But I don't recognize any of them.

"This would be the perfect spot," the man in the lead says, frowning around the plateau, "to put that sniper. And the angles from the shots taken suggest that this is around the right height."

"He must be here then," the man next to him says, dropping to one knee and peering around. More troops move onto the plateau behind him, likewise looking around, wary. "Spread out everyone. Search."

I inhale a deep breath through my nose, my heart pounding in my chest like I've just run a marathon, watching as the troops spread out, moving closer and closer to me. God, this must be the entire team - there's more than ten of them here, maybe even fifteen.

They move closer to me, sweeping around the ground with their guns, noting the footsteps that Jackson and I left when we came up here. Their mood picks up then, their chatter revealing tat they realize that I'm here - or at least, I was.

Terribly, the one closest to me raises his nose to the air, taking in a deep sniff. "No, he's still here," he says, a smile breaking out over his face. "Scent's too fresh. He must be...hiding."

Suddenly the man drops to his knee, his gun aimed directly at the bush that covers me.

I gasp in another breath and, absurdly, press my eyes shut, my hands clinging to my gun, wishing desperately that he can't see me - that I'd just disappear – that I could be safe, and that he couldn't touch me – and that I'd survive -

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The world around me...shifts.

The ground beneath me...sags somehow, becoming pliable, stretching like a made of thinner and thinner material as the milliseconds pass, until it snaps and I somehow fall...through.

I gasp as I tumble backwards, only air beneath me and I fall -

Fall!

My eyes fly open as I continue to plummet downwards, though I don't know where, or how -

I wasn't that close to the cliff's edge - it's impossible -

But suddenly my back hits, hard, and all of the air goes out of me.

Coughing, gasping, I turn to my side, my rifle still clutched against my chest, my face pressed into the dirt as I try to drag air into my lungs.

It takes a second, but soon oxygen fills my chest and I open my eyes, looking around, knowing that the troops will find me now but...

The only thing that greets me now is silence.

And darkness.

My eyes fly wide as I press one hand

down against the sandy dirt, so different from the rocky cliffside that I've been sitting all day. And as press myself up and twist to look

around, horror fills me - completely

takes over my mind.

Because it is instantly clear that I am no longer on that cliffside in southern Moon Valley.

That I'm not in Moon Valley at all.

Because in Moon Valley it is day - and here...here it's night.

I begin to pant in my panic as I whip my head around, taking in the desolate landscape with a few scattered, lonely trees growing on softly rolling hills

And beyond those trees...

My eyes go wide when I see a moon

rising round and huge on the

horizon, so

close that I can count its

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craters. And behind it...another moon, smaller, crescent, its sharp edge lmned in golden light. And curving gently beyond that a third.

Three...three moons...

My wolf pants inside me, confused and disoriented, deep whines of worry echoing from her throat.

The realization that I'm not on earth anymore hits me hard, stealing my breath, but all I can do is stare at those three moons shining above me - the only source of light.

But my eyes widen, unblinking, as a

et

figure slowly unfurls itself from the shadows, turning towards me beyond a copse of trees. All I cam see is is her outline - the curves of her waist and hips, the storm of dark curls that fall around her shoulders...

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