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Blood on the Moon by Kelly O’Donnell

Blood on the Moon

Kelly O’Donnell

Blood on the Moon by Kelly O’Donnell

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are

products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to

be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales,

organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Blood on the Moon

ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐507‐5

Cover Artist: Croco Designs

Editor: Tracy Seybold

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Blood on the Moon by Kelly O’Donnell

Dedication

I would like to thank everyone who has ever humored me by

reading one or more drafts of whatever current story I’m working or who

has listened to me rant when I’ve been in the mist of writer’s block. A

special thanks to those in my writing group, my Mom, and my friend

Camille, who have never lost faith that one day more than those in my

own small world would want to read and enjoy my stories.

Blood on the Moon by Kelly O’Donnell

Chapter One

Gabrielle Hearn sat cross‐legged in the middle of her bed with the

thick purple curtains pulled tightly around it. Staring into the scrying

glass in her lap, she absently braided and unbraided one long black curl

while envisioning the scene of the latest murder. Experts said serial killers

liked to watch the police chase their own tails. As the crowd of eager

on‐lookers at the mouth of the lower Eastside alley came slowly into

focus, she hoped the same might be true for a murdering lycanthrope.

“Speaking of police and tails,” Gabrielle murmured, her objective

momentarily forgotten as Lieutenant Sheppard “Shep” Germaine’s tall,

lanky silhouette strode across her glass. She cataloged every detail of

Shep’s appearance, from the hard angle of his jaw to the fit of the

well‐worn denim. Only when her finger started inching toward the glass

to stroke his image did she snap back to sanity. She buried her face into a

silk pillow and screamed loudly, thoroughly disgusted with herself.

Given the preternatural nature of the murders, knowing Shep was

in charge of finding and stopping the individual the press baptized the

‘Ritual Killer’ should’ve provided her some comfort. Unfortunately, Shep

studiously ignored anything having to do with the preternatural,

including the small fact that he himself was a shape‐shifting wolf. He was

first and foremost a cop, believing the human system could work.

Maybe if you were human.

Gabrielle was first and foremost a guardian. She stood between

preternatural and human, tasked with monitoring preternatural beings in

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