Hunted
A House of Night Novel
Chapter One The dream began with the sound of wings. In retrospect I realize I
should have known that was a bad sign, what with the Raven
Mockers being set loose and all, but in my dream it was just background
noise, kinda like a fan whirring or the TV turned on to the
QVC. In my dream I was standing in the middle of a beautiful meadow.
It was night, but there was an enormous full moon hovering just
above the trees that framed the meadow. It cast a silver blue light
strong enough to throw shadows and made everything look like it
was underwater, an impression that was strengthened by the gentle
breeze blowing the soft grasses against my bare legs in sweeps and
whirls like waves lapping sweetly against a shore. That same wind was
lifting my thick dark hair from my naked shoulders and it felt like silk
floating against my skin. Bare legs? Naked shoulders? I looked down and let out a little yip of surprise. I was wearing a
seriously short buckskin minidress. The top of it was cut in a wide
V, front and back, so that it hung off my shoulders, leaving lots of
sk ...
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