Raised By The Moon

The first thing Ava Hale noticed was the blood.

It clung to her hands, soaked through her ripped hoodie, and pooled beneath her on the damp forest floor. The metallic scent burned her nose, and her heartbeat slammed against her ribs like a trapped animal.

She had no memory of how she got here. No memory of what happened.

Then she saw the body.

Cold. Lifeless. A girl she recognized from school her throat ripped open, eyes frozen in a look of terror.

Ava stumbled back, her breath hitching. Her chest ached, her skin burned, and a foreign hunger curled in her gut.