Page 29 of Moonlight & Mayhem

Moon's stomach dropped. “My grandmother never told me anything.”

“Maybe she couldn't,” Chris countered.

“Or wouldn't,” Tempest added. Moon looked down at the journal. She thought about all the years she'd owned it, all the pages she'd skimmed, and all the things she'd dismissed as superstition.

“There's more,” she whispered.

Chris stepped closer. “What aren’t you telling us?” she asked.

“My mother gave this to me right before she died.” Mayhem’s thumb moved over the back of her hand, as though trying to silently comfort her. “She told me I would need it when the moon turned red.” The room went silent.

Chrome was the first to speak. “That's not ominous at all,” he grumbled. Tempest shot him a look, and he shrugged. “What?” he asked. “We're all thinking it.”

Chris walked toward the window, and she pulled the blinds apart. Moon watched her expression change. “Uh, Prez?”

Tempest joined her. “What’s wrong?” Chris pointed outside. Moon’s wolf suddenly surged beneath her skin. A cold sensation crawled down her spine. No. Tempest looked toward Moon. “You might want to see this.” Moon was sure that she didn't want to see it. Hell, everything inside her told her not to move.

Mayhem stood. “Stay here,” he ordered.

Moon glared at him. “Seriously?”

“Had to try,” he said. “One of these times you might actually listen to me.” She rolled her eyes at him and walked to the window with him beside her. Chris moved aside so that Moon could look out the window. The sky above Baltimore was black, and stars were scattered across it. Hanging low above the city was the moon, except it wasn't white. A reddish shadow had begun creeping across its surface.

Moon stopped breathing. “No.”

Chris looked at her. “Tell me that's normal.”

“It isn't,” Moon said.

“How long do we have?” Tempest asked.

Moon didn't understand the question. “Until what?”

Tempest pointed toward the journal. “Whatever your mother was warning you about.” Moon looked at the moon again, and her wolf whimpered just before a vision slammed into her. She gasped as the clubhouse disappeared. She saw snow, blood, and a road twisting through dark mountains. Then, Moon saw Chris standing alone beside a motorcycle. Her Dark Chaos kutte was torn, and blood covered her hands. A man stood behind her—tall and broad, but his face was hidden in the shadows. Chris turned toward him and the vision shattered.

Moon staggered, but Mayhem caught her. “Moon!”

She clutched his shirt and her heart hammered. “I'm okay.”

“You're not,” Mayhem said.

Chris was suddenly in front of her. “What did you see?” Moon looked at her VP, and for a second, she considered lying. Then she remembered what happened every time she ignored what her instincts showed her.

“You,” Moon said. “I saw you.”

Chris went still. “Me?” Moon nodded.

Tempest moved closer. “What happened to her?”

“I don't know,” Moon admitted.

“Was she hurt?” Mayhem asked.

Moon swallowed. “There was blood.”

Chris’s expression didn't change. “Mine?”

“I don't know,” Moon said.