All Chapters of The Moon Shines Darkly: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Bjorn needed to adjust his stance. His knees, straining from kneeling for so long, screamed in agony. He gasped, as much in pain as in pleasure.He clasped her hands, fingers interlocking, and pushed them stretching beyond her head as he fell forward. She arched her back, breasts jiggling as they reached for the stars, pressing warmly against his chest. Her legs wrapped tightly around him, locking him in a prison of 19-year-old flesh.“Hhhnngnggghhhh…” he grunted, shuddering as the climax washed over him. His fingers unlocked as he slowly regained consciousness, breathing ragged.“Hey!” someone barked menacingly, and Bjorn found himself awash in a spotlight’s burning glare. Instinctively, he shielded his eyes, the girl clutched her chest protectively a moment too late for discovery.“Officer Williamson of Bender PD. Who are you?” the angry voice left no margin for sympathy. “On your feet!”Bjorn scrambled to his feet as quickly as he could, but clearly not fast enough. The spotlight g

“This just arrived for you,” Miriam, his administrative assistant declared, waving a fancy, gold-trimmed envelope. “What have you gotten yourself into, Mister Caretaker?”Miriam, along with Dottie and Samantha, helped keep the cemetery operating. Miriam was a retired secretary of a major law firm downtown, and knew how to keep a busy office running. She ran a tight ship, almost oppressively with schedules and expected work productions. Bjorn appreciated her leadership, even if she was a volunteer. He was the son of a single mother who started her own business and wouldn’t take shit from anybody. Mom gave him a keen respect for a dominant and capable female. In fact, he didn’t do well around other men and preferred the company and collegiality of women. Dottie and Sam, on the other hand, were his volunteer gardening staff. They kept the cemetery looking beautiful and inviting, both for families visiting interred loved ones but also to help maintain a park-like feel to the cemetery. Aft

Silent shadows flitted across the room, illuminated by the streetlamp just outside the cemetery gates. It was an otherwise dark night, the waning crescent moon nearing its third quarter. Bjorn lay quietly, sure he had heard something. Yes! There it was again– the ringing squeak of rusty iron hinges straining to open. But why? The cemetery had several large family vaults, little stone houses built in various interpretations of Greek architecture, where multiple members of a single family could be buried. Each had an iron gate but all were padlocked.Save one. The Hertford Family Vault.The Hertford lineage was rumored to stretch all the way back, over a thousand years, to the very founding of England’s modern Hertfordshire, a literary and movie hub of contemporary storytelling. It’s all the place riddled with werewolf tales.Bjorn lay listening, making sure of the sound. He reached out to rub Chelsea, and found her side of the bed warm…and empty.He sat up. Where was Chelsea?From t

Bjorn awoke the next morning resolved to understand what he’d gotten himself into. His girlfriend was clearly a werewolf, formally initiated into her pack. And now he may become a werewolf himself.Chelsea’s father, David Pendergast, had suggested that Bjorn speak to his soothsayer, Mr. Gregory Rosewood, at his bookstore downtown. Bjorn had been in the bookstore before, Delphine’s Crystal Emporium, but had never interacted with Mr. Rosewood himself. The eccentric old man had told Bjorn that his family was an ancient clan of werewolf hunters.It looked like Bjorn was hunting…himself?He shook his head as he tossed aside the sheets. Chelsea, laying flat on her tummy, turned her head to him. She had guilt in her eyes, and she reached out and clutched Bjorn’s arm. “B…” was all she said. He looked at her for a long moment, trying to decide if he was angry, disgusted, or accepting of her apology. She couldn’t help that she’d become a werewolf, and it wasn’t her fault that her teen pussy ha

Bjorn sat restlessly on the side of the bed. He didn’t feel right, like the collar on his t-shirt was too small. The moon was coming up and he was feeling its pull. His skin felt prickly and his mouth had been watering for an hour. And he’d only been bitten a few days ago. Chelsea, on the other hand, was a few months into this. The fact the Pack Leader had initiated her meant tonight was her first full transition.He had no idea what that might mean. He’d seen enough scary werewolf movies to know that she was bound for some grotesque changes. Hopefully it wouldn’t hurt too much. Hopefully the near-fatal dose of sleeping pills he gave her would numb her enough to make her changes tolerable.Chelsea had been sprawled on the bed, immobile, totally wasted on sleeping pills for over an hour. Her groan caught him off guard, as he had hoped she’d just sleep through the night. She was becoming restless though, and he needed to take action before she became lucid enough to see him. It would be