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Plot: It has been eight years since Mia Granger and Blaise Zabini discovered their heritage and lost someone close. Mia and Blaise set out looking for him after graduating from Hogwarts. Their quest takes them through the world before ending up in America as they track all documented werewolf attacks in the wizarding world and unsolved animal attacks in the Muggle world. When they learn someone or something is killing the pureblood werewolves they had met, Mia and Blaise come to the frightening conclusion that they might be next.

A/N: Wow! 17 reviews for the first chapter! I'm starting to feel the heat, people. I'm glad you all enjoyed it. Now, several people have asked why Draco killed Narcissa. I can't say anything about that at this time, but it will be explained in a later chapter. This will be a Draco/Hermione story, just to clear that all up. That's all I have to say. Enjoy the chapter!

The Moon's Blood

Chapter Two

December 30

The house was silent. Well, not completely, as the coffeemaker hummed and the refrigerator ticked sporadically. The house itself made its own noises, grumbling as it settled.

There was a jingle of keys at the front door and the scratching of a key finding the keyhole. The tumblers unlocked dully and the doorknob turned. The door swung open and closed quietly.

"Hello? Anyone home?" The voice was female. "Blaise?"

Mia Granger tossed her jacket onto the coat rack and set her bag on the table by the door. She toed off her wet snow boots. Walking through the living room, she looked in the kitchen.

The bright red light on the coffeemaker had her sighing. "Blaise, you forgot to turn it off again."

She turned and the magnetic notepad on the refrigerator caught her eye. Realizing it was not a shopping list because of Blaise's bold handwriting, she read it.

Mia,
F&G called with another reported animal attack ten miles outside of Silverton. Had to check it out. Don't know how long I'll be. Started to make chili stew, but had to stop. The pot is in the fridge. Put it back on the stove and simmer. Meat's already cooked. Leave some for me. Be careful.

Her stomach growled hungrily as she opened the refrigerator. In a big blue stew pot speckled with white, the delicious red stew called to her. Mouth watering, she took it out and put it on the stove. Turning the flame on, she stirred the stew. Her nose taking in the appealing spiciness of chili, she licked her lips in anticipation.

America had its pluses. Chili was a very big one and the rolling forests were another. While she missed the dense forests of Russia, Colorado had gone a long way in soothing her heart with its peacefulness. The people were friendly enough and minded their own business. It was a perfect spot to settle.

Or so it seemed to the outside world.

To Mia and Blaise, it was just another place to settle and operate as they searched.

Her mind turned away from food and focused on the reason Blaise was gone. There was another attack. She wondered briefly if a human was killed or if another animal had been torn to pieces.

The attacks had been happening for more than three months. They had moved to Colorado a month ago after living in California for almost a year. Supposedly, there were a few eyewitness accounts of a huge, wolf-like animal prowling the edge of town. There were also reports of a stranger hanging around the area.

Naturally, given what they did now, Mia and Blaise couldn't ignore this. Having spent the last six years since graduating from Hogwarts tracking rumors and investigating alleged werewolf attacks as well as interviewing other werewolves, they could not allow this to slide.

Mia let her eyes slide towards the small room they designated a study. Among the books and ledgers, there was one particular ledger—a register more like. It contained the names of all the werewolves they had met in their travels. Those in the register were not just any werewolves. They were pureblood werewolves.

The first two names were Mia Granger and Blaise Zabini, ages both 23-years-old.

It has been nearly eight years since they first came into their heritage. A pureblood werewolf comes into its gift when the sixteenth year arrives. It is a very confusing time for the teenagers, needless to say. The body takes a long period of time to adjust to the newly heightened senses and instincts.

Mia shook her head as she remembered when she turned sixteen. Her parents had been muggles, non-wizards, but were also pureblood wolves as well. They had taught her that the ability to Change was a curse. She was only to let out the wolf during the full moon. She had been lonely before due to her love of books when she was still a normal witch, but once her blood awakened, the loneliness took on a whole new dimension. She had no one to talk to or run with in the night. Her secret was slowly killing her inside.

It wasn't until she learned that there were others like her at Hogwarts. The two were nearly the most feared in the school. They came from a different House, Slytherin. She was from Gryffindor. The two Houses did not mix socially at all. It was by pure chance that she discovered them. She ran with them that night she discovered who they were. There was an accident and she was injured. They all fell asleep in the forest and awoke in their human forms. Needless to say, it was shocking to the boys.

Her life hit a turning point when she accepted them and agreed to be a part of their pack. They would have been great had the war against Voldemort came later and not at that critical period. As it was, not two days after their mutual discovery, one was lost in the fight.

Her heart ached with pain as she remembered. He was gone, taken away from her and Blaise. They had not even solved their problems.

Oh, Draco, she thought sadly. Where are you tonight? Why haven't you come back to us, to me?

Mia stirred the stew absently as she gazed out the window to the snowy forest. In her heart, he was alive. Both she and Blaise believed he was alive.

Draco Malfoy, the only son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, was given an elaborate funeral after Voldemort's demise at the hands of her friend, Harry Potter. It was largely attended by many of the wizarding elite. The casket was empty when they couldn't find his body.

Neither Mia nor Blaise had attended. It had felt…wrong somehow. It didn't feel like he was truly gone. Mia thought it was due to his marking her when they still thought one another were human. It was similar to the feeling she got when Blaise wasn't around her. They had both marked her, given her the invitation to mate.

She never chose. Instead, Mia wanted them both to take it back because none of them were ready for a mate. They were too young. Draco had agreed immediately and withdrew his claim. Blaise had followed suit.

Now, after so many years had passed, Mia wondered if marking could ever truly be withdrawn. She had been marked again when they were in Germany, Italy, and Russia. The men who had done it were good men, but none of them were the one for her. They took her rejection with good grace.

The smell of chili tickled her nose and Mia looked down. The stew was boiling angrily. "Oh, shit!" she cursed. "Damn it, pay attention."

Shutting off the flame, she moved the pot to another burner. Stirring it again, she went to the other side of the kitchen and got a bowl down from the cabinet.

After ladling some delicious stew in her bowl, she sat down at the table. Spooning some into her mouth, Mia savored the hot spiciness on her tongue as well as the heat from the stovetop. She finished her bowl in record time and got three more servings before deciding she was finished.

She looked out the dining room window and saw twilight setting in. Then she felt a cold chill winding its way through the house and settle around her.

"Damn it, I forgot to bring the wood in," she muttered. Mia went to the door and put her boots back on. Grabbing Blaise's work jacket, she headed out the door and around the house to the back. Mia trudged the snowy path to the woodshed and opened the door. She grabbed as many pieces of wood as she could carry from the pile Blaise had chopped earlier that day.

Mia made two more trips to the woodshed before giving up. She could only grab four pieces at a time.

If Blaise wants more wood, he'll just have to come out and get it himself, she thought. She stopped on the porch and looked up at the moon cresting the mountain ridge to the east. It was nearly full. Two more days, it would be full. Maybe Blaise will want to run tonight when he gets back since we can't on the full moon.

While they ran together countless nights and countless full moons, this full moon was one they could not run under.

It was a blood moon.

It was pretty, yes, to humans, but to the pureblood wolves, it was a dangerous night to run. Blood moons happened every year or so, but when they did, the purebloods lost complete control over their instincts and the primitive beasts within would fully emerge. Their human side would disappear entirely for that one night.

Mia and Blaise had learned from their parents that they had to stay away from each other during the night of the blood moon. Since they were not mates and had no desire to become that, they had to take certain measures to prevent them from coming into contact. Their parents had provided them with two very different choices.

Her parents, because they were muggles and not wizards, had to send her to her aunt's so they could lock themselves in the basement to prevent anything bad from happening. They were mates, so it was okay for them. Blaise's parents were of the wizarding world. They could lock themselves in their room inside a padded cage. They put a silencing spell on the room to keep Blaise and his brother from hearing their howls. Again, because they were mates, it was okay for them to be together and take comfort from one another.

If Blaise were in a cage with her for a blood moon, Mia had no doubt he would try to claim her. She couldn't say that she would reject him completely or accept him. So, they took a page out of his parents' book and had cages in their separate rooms. They would put a strong silencing spell over the house when night came and they would lock themselves in their perspective cages.

Although their human sides would disappear, Mia and Blaise could remember their nights as animals of instincts if they tried. They did it once and had no desire to do it again. They remembered as though they were watching through a stranger's eyes. What they saw, they never wanted to see again.

Headlights blinded her as a black truck turned up the drive and parked on the side of the house beside her Ford Explorer. A tall figure stepped out of the truck. "Mia, how long have you been standing outside, huh?"

She felt herself flinch inward as he yelled at her.

The dark figure came closer and his features became clearer. His bright blue eyes reflected the moonlight and his black hair soaked up the darkness, feathering his forehead. He was an imposing figure, 6'4" with broad shoulders and narrow hips. Black sweeping brows and a proud aristocratic nose led down to a lush sensual mouth. His mouth currently was moving and very loud sounds were coming out of it.

"Damn it, Mia! You know better than to stand out in the cold and let all the heat from the house out," he shouted. "Now get in the house before I really lose my temper!"

She rolled her eyes and cast the moon one last look before doing as he said. It was pointless to argue and she wanted to keep her dignity. As angry as he was, Blaise would have thrown her over his shoulder and carry her inside. He'd done it before and she didn't want a repeat.

Once inside, she put the wood by the fireplace and hung his jacket back up. Taking her boots off, she said, "Stew's on the stove. You might have to heat it up again, though."

Blaise tossed her a glare as he went into the kitchen. Mia shook her head at his behavior. She wondered what the attack looked like to put him in this mood. It had to be bad if he was snappish and angry. He was always angry when he had to document a particularly gruesome attack site.

It had to be human, she thought. Nothing else would get to him.

Mia didn't get the people here. These attacks had been going on for three months or so and no one had done anything about it, but they seemed relieved when they had moved here to investigate it. No one had wanted to take any responsibility.

She started towards the fireplace, but Blaise growled from the dining room, "Leave it, Mia. I'll do it."

"You're eating," she said. Mia kneeled by the fireplace and stirred the dying embers. She felt the heat of it through her thick sweater. She added some wood and stirred it once more before adding another piece. Then she went into the dining room.

Blaise watched her warily as he ate. Mia cocked an eyebrow at him as she sat down. His blue eyes darkened slightly. "I would have fixed the fireplace."

She shook her head. "You're tired and hungry. I was closer anyway." Mia looked down at her hands. "How bad was it?"

He was silent for a long time. Mia waited for him to respond. The spoon clinked against the bowl as he ate. Finally, he said, "It was pretty bad. I've never seen anything like it. Not even Germany could compare to this."

"And they're sure it was the same creature?"

Blaise nodded. "They're pretty sure. The victim had the same type of wounds, same bite radius, etcetera, etcetera."

"But it's not even the full moon," she pointed out.

"I said the same thing, but they're pretty stubborn about the whole thing." He laughed mirthlessly. "It's like they don't care about the fact that the victims have always been killed within a night of the full moon."

"Humans are stupid," she said simply.

"Amen," he muttered.

"Was it him, then?" she asked tentatively.

Blaise looked down at his bowl. "No. It wasn't him. It was never him."

Mia smiled sadly. "I thought for sure it was him, or at least hoped it was."

"I don't," Blaise said bluntly. Shocked, Mia looked up at him. He held her gaze brutally. "I prayed it wasn't him. That way I know he wasn't killing innocent people. That way he wasn't a killer like his father wanted, after all."

"Of course I'm glad that it's not him," Mia snarled. "But I wish it was so we could have him in our arms again, so we wouldn't have to keep searching for him!"

"If you want to stop looking, then say the word, Mia—"

SLAP!

Blaise nearly tumbled out of his chair. One side of his face was red. Mia could see the imprint of her fingers on his fair face. A second went by before she realized what she'd done.

With a small cry, Mia rounded the table and kneeled beside Blaise. "I'm sorry, Blaise. I didn't mean to do that. It's just that when you said—"

"Hush," Blaise whispered. He rubbed her arm gently. "I shouldn't have said that. I want to find him as much as you do."

A dull ache bloomed within her breast, expanding in its painful conquest of her body. It was eating her inside. She couldn't hide it, couldn't kill it. It gnawed on her hope. She couldn't lose that ever. Tears filled her eyes as she choked out, "We…have to…f-find him. I can't…go on like th-this."

Blaise moved and she found herself enveloped in his arms. He held her tight as she cried and sobbed. He murmured soft words in her ear.

She didn't know how long they sat there on the floor or how they had got to the floor in the first place, but when she regained control of herself, Mia looked up at Blaise. She saw the dried trails of tears on his pale face. His beautiful deep blue eyes were bloodshot.

"We'll find Draco, Mia. I promise."


They went out that night after all. Together, they stalked deer and hunted rabbits in the moonlight. They played tag and chased one another through the trees. They threw back their heads and howled their searching cries to the stars.

It was early morning when they made their way back to the house. Blaise led the way to the woodshed where they had left their clothes. He pushed open the door and they Changed.

Blaise pulled on his jeans and then his jacket. He was going to take a shower anyway, so he didn't need to put on all his clothes. Mia had done the same.

He gave her slim body an appreciative look, like an artist would do to a painting. Six years was a long time to get over his possessive feelings for her. Blaise pushed hard to temper his dominance over her. She was the only one he let in, the only one to stand by him. He needed her as much as she needed him.

For now.

It would all change once they found Draco, Blaise knew. Right now, they were holding onto each other because they didn't have anyone else.

He had left his family, as males his age were likely to do. Mia's parents were dead. Their friends from Hogwarts were not aware that Blaise and Mia were different from them. There was no one else in the world for them.

There was a hot restlessness in his blood. Blaise wanted to get out, find himself a mate, start a family, and settle down, but he couldn't leave Mia on her own. She was too fragile to abandon. Of course, she would never begrudge him his choice of leaving. Mia wanted him happy and deep down she knew he wasn't happy. That was why she kept her hopes up of finding Draco around the next corner or the next town they moved to.

Blaise refused to leave her to keep searching by herself. Mia was too beautiful, too strong a creature for any mere mortal or wolf. Despite his feelings of resentment towards Draco, Blaise felt it was he that would be Mia's match in everything. If—when—they found that blond idiot, Blaise was going to beat him within a scant millimeter of his life before giving him a bone-crushing hug and pushing him into Mia's arms.

Trudging behind Mia in the snow back to the warm, cozy house, Blaise tried to imagine where Draco was at that moment. He hoped it was someplace warm. He hoped Draco was okay and well. He hoped Draco was trying to make his way back to them.

The house was warm inside. He could still smell the lingering scent of chili stew as he went through the kitchen.

Tap, tap.

Frowning, Blaise glanced around the dining room and saw a shadowy thing at the window. Looking closer, he realized it was an owl. Blaise opened the window quickly and the tawny barn owl flew in, landing on the back of a chair.

It held out its leg for him to untie the letter attached and take it. Once he did, the owl took to the air and flew back out into the forest.

Blaise opened the letter and read it. His hands shook once he was done. Feeling sick to his stomach, he fell to the ground.

"Blaise, I'm going to take a shower first, okay?" Mia called from her bedroom down the hall.

He tried to call out to her, but the words stuck in his throat. All that came out was something between a groan and a growl.

"Blaise?" She came out in a bathrobe. When she saw him on the floor, she gasped and ran to his side, dropping to her knees. "What is it, Blaise? What's wrong? Are you sick?"

He shook his head as he held out the letter to her. She started, but took it. Mia looked at him worriedly before reading it.

She gasped again. "No…it can't be."

The letter dropped from her fingers. It landed with a soft pat on the floor. He could still see the words. They mocked him.

Zabini,

I'm sorry to tell you this, but Narcissa Malfoy was found dead. Her time of death was put at December 25th sometime during the night. One of the house elves found her outside in the snow in the maze of Malfoy Manor. Her throat had been torn open. There were no signs of struggle. There were no tracks to be found, as there was a heavy snowstorm that night.

Every effort is being made to discover the nature and perpetrator of her death. I must say, however, that the current consensus is an animal attack, but which animal remains to be determined. Saliva samples were taken, but there have been no matches thus far.

Zabini, I'm sorry for your loss. I know you were close to Narcissa after Malfoy disappeared. The funeral will be held January 2nd. We didn't know when you would receive this letter, so the date was pushed as far back as possible until you got this.

I'll try my damnedest to bring this asshole in, Zabini. I hope Mia is well.

Sincerely,
Harry Potter

"Not Narcissa," Mia cried. "She was doing so good."

Blaise wanted to leave that very second, but they could not. They still had to get through the blood moon. Yes, they could shrink their cages and pack them, but where would they put them when the moon rose?

Potter probably would put them up at his place. They wouldn't have any security and their secret would get out. Blaise couldn't allow that to happen.

"We need to pack." Mia rose from the floor, hurriedly wiping away her tears. "We need to get back to England. There's so much to do."

She started to walk away, but Blaise snatched her wrist. Her speech effectively stopped, he stood. "No. We stay. The full moon is tomorrow."

"But, Blaise," she said. "Narcissa… We have to go to her."

"I know, but we still have to worry about ourselves first. We'll pack, but we're not leaving until after the full moon. Narcissa wouldn't want us to endanger ourselves." Blaise saw the anger in her eyes. It dominated her scent. "Please, Mia. You know I want to go to her as much as you do, but even she would chew us out if we were dumb enough to go someplace unfamiliar to go through a blood moon, dead or not. She'd come back and haunt us."

Mia smiled faintly. "You're probably right. She would."

Then what little humor he had injected in the atmosphere bled away just as quick. Something heavy descended on them. A question plagued their minds for the rest of the day: what killed Narcissa?

Blaise and Mia talked about it over lunch after they got some sleep. They argued over what sort of creature could attack her.

"It can't be just some common animal, Blaise. Besides, Harry said there were no tracks to be found." Mia picked up the empty dishes and went to the sink. "They tried every test and there were no matches."

Blaise frowned. "Her throat was…was torn o-open." Damn, he had to pull it together! "There has to be something they hadn't thought to test against. There has to!"

"But what? It's not like the attacker was a wolf," Mia said offhandedly.

A wolf? A werewolf? Blaise thought. Could it be a pureblood that did it?

"It's a possibility," he said.

She scoffed. "Are you nuts? There are no wolves in England."

"I wasn't thinking regular wolves."

"What, you mean…no! That's not possible," she declared, eyes wide. "No self-respecting Alpha would do that. Alphas do not kill other Alphas. It is our only law. There's too much at stake! Besides, why would someone want Narcissa dead? She kept to herself after what happened to Lucius and…Draco. We were the only ones she allowed herself to see. I don't see how she could piss someone off to the point of homicide."

"She didn't tell us everything that went on in her life, Mia. Narcissa was a woman. Women keep things hidden," Blaise said without thinking his words through.

Mia slammed a drawer. "Oh, are you saying that I keep things from you?"

"I didn't say that."

" 'Women keep things hidden,' " she mimicked. "God, Blaise, you are such a-a…man! Just because I don't tell you when I have my period or when I call Harry or Ron doesn't mean I'm keeping things from you!" Mia strode up to him. "That's my own business, Blaise Zabini. If I tell you, then I'll tell you. If you ask, then I'll probably tell you!"

"Don't yell at me, woman!" he shouted, rising from his chair to tower over her.

Mia poked him in the stomach unexpectedly, deflating his 'Superman' feeling and causing him to hunch over instinctively. "Don't use your height to intimidate me, man!" she shouted back. "You are so typical, Zabini!"

"Don't try to change the subject, Granger," he growled. Blaise paused for effect. "I know when you have your period anyway."

"Ooh!" she steamed. Fire lit her brown eyes, turning them a yellowish brown. "Could you stop being immature for one second?"

"I'm so good at it, though," he couldn't resist replying.

Mia hit him as she walked away from him. "I don't know whether to kill you or hug you sometimes!"

"I prefer the last one," he shouted after her.

The door to her bedroom slammed shut. Blaise chuckled at her childishness. A second later, the door opened and he heard her mutter castrating threats as she opened another door and slammed it even harder.

A wicked laugh escaped his throat when he realized she had stormed into his room instead of her own.

"SOD OFF, ZABINI!" she roared from her room.

Blaise quickly stifled his laughter. He did want to live to see 24 after all.

Mia spent the rest of the day cooling off.

He made calls to Fish & Game regarding the attack. Everything had been cleaned up the day before, but Blaise wanted to know the results from the autopsy and DNA tests. The morgue faxed over the papers for his perusal and records.

It was the usual thing. Unknown DNA around the bite wounds, loss of blood, partially eaten body parts…Merlin, he was getting tired of this. He was tired of seeing hapless girls and boys being mutilated beyond recognition—both wizard and muggle alike.

The latest victim was a 20-year-old college student from Durango. She was apparently waiting for someone or something in the middle of nowhere when she had been attacked. She was in a clearing about 50 yards from the road where she had parked her Jeep.

The attacker was a pureblood Alpha. There was no doubt about that. He could smell the earthy musk of a male hanging around the site.

Rage flashed through him.

Who the fuck was this marauder, this killer of innocence? Who died and made him God over who lived and who died? When he found this murderous pup, Blaise would teach him a lesson he would never forget or recover from. Hell, he should probably just kill the fucking creature.

No, Mia wouldn't like that. She'd want to turn them into the authorities, he thought. These Americans! They don't care if they have a rogue werewolf in their hands. No one investigates these cases. Fucking idiots.

He cooked steaks for dinner after putting the faxes away in the study. The smell of meat brought Mia out of her room. There was still an angry glint in her eyes, but she didn't say anything about their earlier argument.

"You want to go for another run tonight?" Mia asked quietly.

Blaise shrugged. "Are you all packed?"

"Yes." She was silent for a moment before saying, "I packed your stuff, too."

He blinked. "Oh. Uh, thanks. You didn't have to do that, you know. I am capable of packing my own suitcase."

Mia rolled her eyes. "Please," she scoffed. "Knowing you, you'd forget something important…like underwear."

Blaise smirked. "You know I don't wear underwear, Mia."

"Men," she muttered under her breath. "Too much information, Blaise…I thought you wore boxers."

He shook his head. "Nah, that was Draco. I went commando. He said he didn't like his di—"

"BLAISE!" Mia clapped her hands over her ears.

He kept talking. "—rubbing against his pants. He hated the feeling."

"I didn't want to hear that!"

"Sorry. I thought your virgin ears had been exposed already," Blaise teased. "Guess I'll have to correct that then."

"Shut up." Mia glared at him. "You never answered my question."

He stopped and rewound the conversation. Blaise shrugged. "If you want. I don't mind running tonight."

Mia smiled. "Of course, then."

The phone rang. They locked eyes and Mia waited a moment before answering, as she was the closest to the phone.

"Hello?" She frowned lightly. "Yes, this is Mia Granger. Who is this?"

Blaise could hear a man's voice on the other end, but he couldn't make out what was being said. The man said something and Mia looked at him. She handed him the phone.

He took it. "Yes, may I help you?"

"You can give me Granger's stash of thongs," a deep voice said.

Blaise froze. It took him a moment, but he asked, "Excuse me?"

The man sighed. "You. Can. Give. Me. Granger's. Thongs."

Fury built up in his chest. Blaise demanded, "Okay, who the hell is this? Don't lie to me or I will hunt you down and personally make sure you can't have children ever."

The line was quiet, but after a couple of seconds, Blaise heard stifled laughter, which turned into snickering, which turned into a throaty chuckle. Then it became a full-bellied roar of laughter. "Blaise," the man gasped, his Russian accent more prevalent now. "It's…m-me…Ah-Alexei. You should…have heard yourself, my friend."

"Alexei," he said in a low voice. "I swear I should have killed you. What time is it over there?" Blaise looked over at the clock. It was 9:42pm

There was a smile in Alexei's voice. "It's about 7:45 am. You had your chance, my friend, but this is not why I have called. I heard some disturbing news. Narcissa Malfoy is dead?"

"She is."

"Ah. That is too bad. The last of the Malfoys, no?"

"Yes." Blaise did not speak of his and Mia's hope for Draco. That was private.

"She was a good woman. I did not care for her husband that much, though," Alexei sighed. "Has the funeral already taken place?"

"No, it's on the second. At Malfoy Manor."

"I'll be there. Tell Mia sorry about what I said to her and that I love her."

Blaise rolled his eyes. "I'll see you in two days, Alexei."

Alexei said good-bye and hung up. Blaise hung up also, but touched the cordless phone's antenna to his mouth thoughtfully. "He says hi and sends his love."

Mia snorted. "Alex really needs to find a girl."

Alexei was a pureblood Alpha who marked territory for himself near the Ukraine and Belarus borders. What his last name was, Blaise never found out. Alexei was a good man, but extremely private. They had partnered up when there was a rogue wolf in his territory. Alexei had also marked Mia. Of course, she declined because she was with him here and not in Russia.

He felt the moon overhead outside. "Let's go for that run, Mia."

Smiling, she helped him put the leftovers away and followed him out to the woodshed.


How was that chapter? I felt I was going all over the place, but that may just be me. I tried to explain some of the things that Blaise and Mia have gone through since The Moon's Call. There are other things in their past that will be revealed as time goes on for them.

Well, you know what to do. Drop me a line and I'll get to work on the next chapter.

-TG


[1/5/12] Author's Notes: Fixed the ages. Originally it was 22 (couldn't count back then). Added a certain law Mia mentioned. Fiddled with the timeline Mia said they were in California. Added a word to make a sentence less awkward here and there.