Chapter 40 : Last Stand At The OK Corral

Kenny's POV "What the fuck is that?" I felt it, long before Billie commented, still miles from Marty's only now just gettin' on the main road back into town. We'd made a detour to Rocco's pickin' up the whole gang, knowing if this got real ugly then we'd need all the help we could get. It had started with a pressure in my gut, an all too familiar cramp that left the back of my neck damp. Almost like a rut, but it couldn't be. The moon was almost full and rut's happened when the Goddess turned away. Shit never got out of sync like hormonal shifts, tricks of the body. Ruts or heats, designations, the ability to shift—that was all tied to magic, to the moon, to the Goddess herself. We were bound to her will, slaves to it. We could no more fight the bonds of our Lycanthropy than change the color of the sky. Maybe it was gas? Sure, we'd go with that. Didn't explain away the surge of Alpha musk that swam up through her car vents. "Almighty Mama in the Elys