Fated Full Moon

6. The unusual Forensics

Alice immediately flung herself down onto the wooden floor to avoid being seen. Matthew looked back at the man he was with and with a serious tone, said "Marcus, we must finish this conversation at a different time. I feel that we are being watched." Marcus nodded at him and both men took their leave. Matthew, determined to catch Alice spying on them, walked inside the manor and up the stairs to her room.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

A deafening sound at the door startled Alice. Panting, she responded as she got back up from the floor, brushing herself off, "Give ... me a second, please." As soon as she turned the knob to open the door, Matthew pushed through into her room and turned to accuse her, "What do you think you are doing!" he demanded. Alice looked at him with a slight fear in her eyes and muttered " I was reading in the alcove and I wanted to open the window to get some fresh air. I wasn't told that it wasn't allowed. I am sorry I won't do it again." Matthew realized he might have over reacted and walked past Alice and back out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He thought to himself as he leaned up against the doorway, her scent is so unbearable. Why can't I be around her without wanting to touch her skin and caress her lips with mine? Why do I keep treating her this way? I need to apologize. I know that she is my mate and I want her so badly. Alice, who was regaining her thoughts, finally took a breath and sighed with relief. She noticed the newspaper she had got at the airport when she arrived lightly rustling in her backpack that was nearly empty of all its contents on the floor. She picked it up and remembered the large bold headline that was on the front page.. Could it be a serial killer or a coincidence? The first few lines read, Attention citizens. This crime wave is the work of a potential serial killer. However, the only known to be reported similarity is the full moon. Is it ritualistic in nature? Be warned the next full moon is a blood moon on November 6th. What could that mean? Should we be concerned for our safety? Will it get much worse? Alice looked up from the paper with wide eyes and thought, November 6th is my birthday. That is tomorrow. That is the day I turn 18.

Marcella was hard at work. She worked for a special crime unit at the local department specializing in unusual crimes.The agents assigned to the new current serial killer crimes were trying to understand what was happening. Marcella, however, knew exactly what it was. That was her purpose to keep close tabs on the weird and unusual crimes that could affect her family, and expose their secrets, and try to keep them under wraps. The agents determined that the bodies had their limbs torn off, they also had large lacerations that were deep and were not created by any known objects, as well as some of the bodies being disemboweled completely. This has to stay out of the news. It's a Lycan, she thought. Now her job was to figure out who it was and stop them before more people got hurt.

Matthew knocked on the door to Alice's room and asked "Do you mind if I come back in?" Alice softly spoke and agreed. The door slowly opened to show Matthew standing apologetically. He walked into the room past her letting her scent hit him. "I would like to apologize to you for over reacting, and see if you would like to go for a walk in the garden with me before dinner." Alice stepped forward and agreed without a moment's hesitation, "Let me get a jacket since its getting dark, and I will see you downstairs in just a few minuets." Alright, We will meet near the bench to the left of the garden once you step through the door."

Matthew left without another word, and closed the door silently behind him. With a sigh, he pressed his back up against the door, remembering her scent of lilies and sandalwood. He then turned and walked away with a yearning to be with her again, and went to wait for her in the garden.

Alice looked puzzled and walked to the doorway and placed her hand on the wooden grain and thought to herself, Why do I feel such an urge to be near him, why do I want to feel him touch me and caress me? Why do I want to kiss him and feel his breath on my skin? Why do I find him so attractive?

... Because he is our mate.