Under a Bear Moon
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by Carrie S. Masek
Category: Horror/Fantasy Writers of the Future Contest Finalist, Dream Realm Award Winner, P.E.A.R.L. Award Nominee, EPIC eBook Award Winner
Description: Lion, Tiger, or Bear? Something is prowling the moonlit streets of Chicago's Hyde Park neighborhood. Lynda Malone has seen its eyes blazing from behind bushes near school, but no one believes her. No one but her new lab partner, Greg Ursek. Lynda is warmed by Greg's faith in her and is drawn to his old-fashioned manners and transforming smile. But as their friendship deepens, she stumbles across a deadly secret: He's not entirely human. [Cover Art by Dirk A. Wolf]
eBook Publisher: Hard Shell Word Factory, 1999 Hard Shell Word Factory
eBookwise Release Date: June 2002
41 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [251 KB]
Reading time: 157-220 min.
"Can a tall, athletic, animal-loving high-school junior find happiness with a big, kindly, shambling classmate who just happens to take the form of a bear whenever he stands in moonlight? Well, sure, if the writer is Carrie Masek. This is an exciting, readable, and thoroughly engrossing novel. A-!"--McQuark Reviews
"Under a Bear Moon is a warm teenage paranormal romance that will entertain readers who enjoy the male star to be more than human. Carrie S. Masek makes the supernatural believable. 4 Stars!"--Affaire de Coeur
"My first reaction when I started reading Under a Bear Moon was: Oh, another horror book full of blood, gore, and teen angst. I was absolutely wrong and glad of it. I enjoyed the book, Ms. Masek, and I thought the ending was a delight. Highly Recommended!"--Under the Covers Book Reviews
"Under a Bear Moon is an absolutely delightful read. Ms. Masek puts a whole new spin on an old tale and handles what is normally treated as a dark subject, with humor and matter-of-factness. This is not your typical teenage novel (thank goodness). This is a story where teens, and adults, can use their minds to figure out the real story, and be vastly entertained in the process. And if you don't get it quickly, that's okay because Ms. Masek does eventually spell it out for you. 5 Stars!"--Scribes World Reviews
He had to find her.
Stepping out of the alley, he lifted his head and sniffed the breeze. Her fragrance stroked the back of his mind, sweet and elusive, the scent he'd waited a lifetime for. It beckoned from the other side of the University of Chicago's Midway Plaisance, from near his new home.
His heart started to pound. The breeze could shift. She could disappear into a house or car. He could lose her among the million aromas filling the night.
He leapt across the moonlit street and past the oaks lining the boulevard's parkway. She was close; he could feel it. He could taste her scent on his tongue now, almost hear her voice, almost picture her in his mind.
Galloping across the broad lawn that had once been a waterway, he ran down its moon-streaked slope and across the flat, grassy bottom. Up the other side, toward the second line of trees. The stone towers of the University of Chicago rose above the leafy branches, and their chimes drifted over the campus, ringing the half hour.
A quarter mile, no more, separated them.
The chimes faded. The buildings vanished. There was only her scent, the ground beneath his feet, and the shrinking distance between them. He raced beneath the trees, blind and deaf to his surroundings, until a blow knocked him to the ground.
Pain ripped his shoulder. A dog. He felt his lips draw back from his teeth, felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. He rolled over, trying to free himself. The dog growled and bit deeper. Reaching around to tear the creature away, he felt its teeth scrape bone, its jaws lock. The corner of his mind that could still think realized the dog must be a pit bull. Nothing else clung so stubbornly.
Rolling to his feet, he threw himself against a tree, hoping to crush the dog between his back and the rough bark. Agony blazed through him; the grip on his shoulder loosened. He slammed into the trunk again and again until his attacker dropped, broken, to the ground.
Ignoring his throbbing shoulder, he rolled the dog to the curb. Let cars be blamed for its injuries.
The scent! He raised his head and desperately searched the night air. She was gone. He chased the breeze that had carried her fragrance, but he couldn't find her.
Disconsolate, he headed home. Grief filled his throat and weighted his steps. In less than an hour, he'd found the love of his life. And lost her.
Copyright © 1999 by Carrie S. Masek