Bright Moon by Andria Canayo

what possible?” he asked
skeptically.
    She glared at him. “You deny it then?”
    “Deny what exactly?”
    “Don’t play with me!” she waved a finger in
his face. “I know what I saw! I just don’t know how it’s
possible!”
    His gaze shifted to her finger and he stared
at it for an instant. With a furrowed brow, he looked her in the
eye. “If you know what you saw, how can you stand here without a
trace of fear?”
    She inadvertently stepped back. “Should I be
afraid?”
    Tyson drew to his full height in anger and
annoyance. “Are you insane?” he demanded, his voice booming. “YES!
You should be afraid! You’re saying you aren’t?”
    “You haven’t given me reason to be and I…”
The sentence was left hanging when she almost admitted to trusting
him. She bit her lip and averted her gaze.
    “You what?” Tyson urged.
    “I just want to know how it’s possible.”
    Tyson kicked at the leaves underfoot. “You
saw me in my werewolf form,” he stated. “I tried to avoid
discovery, but you woke last night and it’s incredibly hard to
fight the moon.”
    “The moon?” She remembered how sick he’d
been when they unceremoniously met. “The moon was full when Mark
brought us together, was that why you were so ill?”
    “How can you talk as if nothing’s
wrong?”
    She ignored him, her mind reeling. His
strength and his speed were both evidence he spoke the truth.
“Callan?” she gasped.
    “Is going to kill me,” Tyson said as if
finishing a sentence for her.
    “What?”
    “Your brother wanted to tell you this
himself.”
    “Then he is a…a…”
    “Werewolf, yes.” He had to finish the
sentence when she couldn’t bring herself to say the word.
    “Mark?” she asked, suddenly thinking of
him.
    “My brother is a werewolf too, yes. I
infected him and he blames me for his unhappiness.”
    “You infected him?”
    “It wasn’t intentional. I had no idea what I
was at the time.” Tyson ran a hand through his hair. “Mark is
deranged.”
    “He’s your brother?”
    “Yeah, Mark is my brother.”
    “Why did he try to kill you?”
    “Which time, last night? How did you know
that was Mark?”
    “I meant before.”
    His cold eyes darkened. “Like I said, he’s
deranged. He wants to get even with me for causing him so much
misery, but he wasn’t trying to kill me.”
    “The brown wolf was Mark then? Why was he
attacking you if he wasn’t trying to kill you?”
    “He wasn’t trying to kill anyone. He was
trying to infect you.”
    Her heart skipped and her chest filled with
raw fear. “Why me?”
    His jaw tightened and his icy eyes burned
with anger. “He knows infecting people is the best way to hurt
me.”
    The amount of anger and hate displayed
between the brothers staggered her. “Is it really that bad to be a
werewolf?”
    His eyes lit at the preposterous question
and that was all the answer she needed. “We really should be
moving.”
    “Do you think those things will find
us?”
    “No.”
    “I’ve never seen a dog so ugly and
sick.”
    He glanced around nervously before
answering. “They weren’t dogs. They were once, before they were
infected.”
    “They were werewolves too?” she
squeaked.
    “In a way, sure, but they were only dogs.
They were trained by Parker to find and attack you.”
    “ Me ?” she gasped. “Who is
Parker?”
“I’m sorry, I know it’s unfair, but I can’t allow you to linger
here. We really should be moving.”
    “You just said we don’t have to worry about
those dogs.”
    He glanced around the trees once again. “I
know and you don’t. We are in the territory of a werewolf I’ve
never smelled before, we have to be careful.”
    It was her turn to look around expectantly.
“Where are we going?”
    Tyson raised an eyebrow at her and looked
all the more impatient. “We really—”
    “You can answer that at the very least,
can’t you?” she demanded.
    “I’d rather not say, not now. I can tell you
we’ll be safe for a