The Moon between Two Worlds

from the cold, commanding moon. She sat up slowly, her senses already reaching listening for danger, sniffing for lies. But the apartment was still. Peaceful. Kieran had left a note

e girl. Both gone, she could sense that. The sorrow lingered like perfume on a forgotten coat. Her fingers brushed the frame gently. She didn't know this man,

ear the creek. The Order dismissed it as scattered data, but Jules saw a trail. Something crossed over. And last night, a local nurse mentioned seeing Kieran drive into town with a bruised and barefoot w

n't dulled. She felt it a presence. Someone was watching. She didn't flinch. Instead, she turned her face to the moon, letting its dim glow wash over he