Free Bad Moon Rising - Paranormal Romance by Lorraine Kennedy

was tolerant. “If you actually saw him, then you’d be the first … at least that I know of. Old Man is a myth of the Sinapu . He is their spirit protector.”
    “Okay … just suppose that he is real and not just a myth. If he is their protector … and he is the one that returned me that night … wouldn’t that mean that the Sinapu had me?”
    “Hmm … that’s a far stretch. Everything about your abduction pointed to skinwalkers, and the Sinapu are not skinwalkers.”
    “How can you be sure?” She wasn’t convinced.
    “Take my word for it. They are far from being skinwalkers. The Sinapu hunt skinwalkers … remember?”
    Now Mya was really confused. If the skinwalkers had been the ones to take her, how did she end up with an old man who was associated with the Sinapu ?
    If you can make yourself remember what happened that night, you would have your answers,” he pointed out.
    Mya knew that remembering might be the only way she’d get answers. The events of that night were the key to unlocking the mysteries that seemed to be closing in around her. She had a very strong feeling that what was happening now was somehow connected to what happened the night she was abducted.
    Sliding the chair back, Donny stood up. “Well kid … I need to be going.”
    On impulse, Mya went to Donny and gave him a hug. She felt incredibly fortunate to have her step uncle there to help her work through it all. There were still questions she wanted to ask him about David, but they could wait for another time. In any case, she wasn’t anxious for the scolding she knew was coming as soon as Donny found out whom she’d been talking to.
    “Thanks. I hope I didn’t make you too late,” she told him.
    “I run on Indian time … remember?” he said with a wry smile.
    Mya knew what running on Indian time meant. When someone was on Indian time, it meant that they would be there when you saw them.
    When Mya followed him outside, her eyes drifted to the western horizon. She was suddenly awestruck by how beautiful the desert could be at this time of day. It was like she was seeing for the first time how the sunset cast the red cliffs and desert floor in enchanting shades of pink and orange. As the day cooled, the sweet - tangy scent of sage became even more pronounced. She couldn’t help but wonder how a place of such beauty could hold so many dark secrets.
    “Call me if you have any problems,” he told her before getting into the orange and primer gray truck he drove when he wasn’t on duty.
    “I will,” she promised.
    “Oh,” he popped his head out of the truck’s window. “Lock your doors and stay inside tonight. It’s a full moon.” Donny pointed to the ghost moon that had already started its ascent in the eastern sky.
    “Why? I thought that skinwalkers could be out and about at anytime of the day.”
    “Yeah … they can. But skinwalkers are not the only danger out here,” he said, a mysterious tone in his voice.
    “And?”
    “There’s a certain breed of shifter that likes to hunt by the full moon.” He gave her a sly smile. “They too can shift at will, but they like hunting when the moon is full.”
    Mya wasn’t sure if he was serious or just trying to scare her. “You’re kidding … right?”
    Donny shrugged. “Well you never know. I might be … but then again, maybe not.”
    Mya watched Donny drive away, but it wasn’t until she could no longer see him that she felt the loneliness and isolation sneaking up on her.
    For a long time she just stood there in the deepening shadows of night, not too anxious to face her lonely trailer. In the distance she could hear the baying of wolves and she shivered as goose bumps spread over her flesh. She rubbed at her bare arms, trying to ward of the chill that suddenly had her in its grip.
    Mya turned toward her dark trailer, wishing that she’d had the foresight to bring along a TV and DVD player. At least then there would be some noise to distract her from the