Hunted

“You’re telling us?” Erik said.

“Yeah, not something we don’t already know,” Heath said.

“Well, hell,” I said, shaking my head at all of my boys.

“Zoeybird! Look up!” my grandma called to me. I glanced up and drew a deep, wondering breath.

The clouds had completely dissipated, leaving the sky clear to expose a brilliant crescent moon that shone so bright it burned away any lingering confusion and sadness Kalona had planted in my heart.

Sister Mary Angela joined me. She, too, was gazing up, but her face was turned to the statue of Mary, on which the moon had cast a single, beautiful beam of light.

“It isn’t finished with him or with her yet, you know,” she said softly, for my ears alone.

“I know,” I said. “But whatever happens, my Goddess will be with me.”

“As will your friends, child. As will your friends.”