Check out this deleted scene from Holly Hunt’s Blood Moon.
((Base 2669. Recording #34251. Squadron 2.
Location: Quebec, Canada.))
((Silence rings out for five seconds. High pitched squealing.))
Where did we come from? What purpose do we have? These are the questions we ask ourselves with every page we read.
((Indistinguishable male voice in background))
Charlie, do you really have to ruin my fun? Sheesh.
My name is Olivia Wolfen, also known as the Russet One.
((Indistinguishable male voice.))
Oh, shut up, Charlie, I can call myself that if I want.
This recording’s getting off on exactly the same foot as the last one. Great.
It says here that I have to talk to you about the origin of Blood Moon and some of the fun titbits omitted from the book. But I’m not going to do that. Instead, I’m going to offer you a small deleted scene from the latter half of the book… you know, the better half.
((Recording continues for five seconds, cuts off. ))
Across the sunken lands of the moor came the haunting chill of the wolves’ cries. The long, echoing howls made the hair on her flesh stand and her skin crawl.
“They’re out there,” he whispered, watching the trees around them. “God, they’re out there!”
“Shh!” she hissed breathlessly, grabbing the nearest tree’s lowest branch and pulling herself up. “Are you really that desperate to die?”
The man was quiet, listening hard. He grabbed the branch of a smaller tree and pulled himself up, out of the range of the wolves below. When the wolves found their scent – and, yes, they would find it – they would follow it to this copse of trees. Then they would be surrounded, besieged by the creatures.
They’d chosen thickly-wooded forests for a reason – it would make it easier to move through the trees. But when the thick trees ran out and the wolves were on their heels, there would be trouble to come.
Mustn’t think about that, she thought, climbing higher and laying out along the branch, a sniper rifle in hand. “Are you ready over there?”
The man nodded, his movements barely visible in the full moon. The wolves howled again, a howl that made sweat break out over her forehead. The wolves had found them.
She cocked the rifle, sighting down the barrel. If she concentrated, she could hear the wolves thundering and crashing through the scrub, not worried about being quiet; they wanted to flush the prey out.
She waited with bated breath as the howl was taken up around them, on all sides. She waited, sighting down the barrel of the rifle, waiting for the first look of the wolves’ shiny fur. The crashing and breaking of nature was getting closer, making her hands shake. She took a quick, deep breath and watched in horror as the wolves emerged from the forest, sniffing the air.
There were far more here than she’d thought!
A large russet wolf stepped forward first, into the shade of the trees, keeping to the border. The wolves around her stepped forward from the moonlight-flooded game trails to the trees’ shadows, and their fur melted instantaneously. In the places where shadow touched their skin, they were human. But, in the moonlight, fur, claws and teeth ruled.
The moonlight! It’s all that keeps them in form! She looked at her partner, who was staring at the half-wolf monstrosities below with fear and sickness.
If they would turn human in full shadow, then being in a thick copse of trees was the wrong idea. They would become human, and humans could—
“Eurph!” she yelped as a clawed hand grabbed her foot, yanking her from the branches and down towards the ground. Her partner, seeing the trouble she was in, turned his guns on the monsters, but the bullets didn’t even dent the creatures’ skin.
The wolf-men bit into her flesh, tearing off chunks of it and growling at each other. Blood pooled on the ground as he watched, the wolf-men fighting like rabid dogs over the kill.
He abandoned the high-powered rifle and made a run for it, through the branches of the trees. He wasn’t very quick, fear making his knees wobble on the fragile branches, but he was fast enough. By the time the wolf-men realised he was no longer above them, he was out of sight.
Wolf howls drove him on as he dropped to the ground, sprinting for the cabin in the middle of the woods. It was barred, locked for the night, but there was still a candle burning inside.
“Help me! God, for the love of all that is good, please, let me in!” He pounded on the door, on the windows, but the door remained shut. He spied an old shed around the corner and ran towards it as the first wolves emerged from the shadows and into the moonlight, becoming true wolves once again.
The russet wolf in front let out a howl and the advancing army of werewolves stopped, staring at him. He grabbed a woodcutter’s axe from the wall of the small shed, standing in the open side, watching the wolves. He hefted the axe, ready to deal the wolves a couple of blows before they ate him.
The russet wolf stalked forward. As she crossed into the shadow of the house, her pelt melted away, replaced by a small teenager with blonde hair and a single blue eye, the other a mass of scars. She looked at him with a vacant stare, as though bored or distracted.
“Come,” she called, sitting against the wall of the cottage, watching him. “Bring the axe, if you must, but come. Sit.”
He didn’t know if this was a trick. All he knew was that if he left the shed, the wolves would kill him.
Three loud bangs on the walls of the shed forced him out into the open, and the wolves who’d crashed into the flimsy wood herded him towards the one sitting in the cottage’s shadow. He took a swing at them, and they danced away from his blows, but kept herding him until he stood in the shadows, his back to the girl.
The wolves backed off. He gulped, watching them, then turned to look at the girl. The axe was heavy in his hands, having never used one before in his life. Not that it would take much for the axe to hurt something, he thought. The edge was insanely sharp!
He sat, waiting. The girl looked him over, keeping a careful eye on the axe in his hands. He tightened his grip on it, glancing around at the trees. The wolves had gone, leaving him alone with their apparent leader.
“What do you want?”
The wolf-girl smiled, her blue eye grey in the moonlight shadow. He winced, looking around wildly, but there was no trap waiting for him.
“We want what all species want,” she said, her voice deceptively harmonious. The twitch in her left hand, of fingers curling into claws and back, betrayed her lie. “Peace. Peace between man and wolf.”
He looked around again, not convinced of the girl’s sincerity. “What?”
She smiled, revealing canine teeth that were just a little sharper than a normal human. “We want to end the war.”
He looked at her, not understanding. “What war?”
“Our war. The war between man and beast.” She looked over his shoulder, where a wolf stood, his jaws dripping in the moonlight. “Will you help us, Senator Kirby?”
Kirby glanced at the silver wolf, his hands shaking so badly that he could barely keep hold of the axe in his hand.
“What do you want me to do?”
About Blood Moon
Upon a dark and blood-filled hour, humanity’s doom will rise to power.
Werewolves are real. They haunt the woods of North America, feeding on the bodies of humans stupid enough to blunder across their paths. Once rogue and uncoordinated, the rise of their goddess Alsvinth has brought them all together, with one goal: destroy as much of the species as necessary to enslave them within meat farms, to feed the werewolf army taking over the world.
Olivia, a werewolf from western Canada, and her brother Charlie set out to kill the goddess and save humanity. But can the werewolf and human destroy the goddess’s power, or will she prevail and turn the planet into a wasteland?
Genre: Horror, Paranormal
About the Author
An author living in Canberra, Australia, Holly Hunt writes a collection of works including Sci-fi, Fantasy, Horror and Romance. Currently undergoing an apprenticeship in Butchery, Holly spends her days off writing and watching superhero cartoons.
Holly lives with her partner, Matthew, in a two-bedroom unit crammed with comics and movie memorabilia. She dreams of one day owning a big garden, three dogs and a cat, and can’t wait until that day gets here.
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