Article 3 and Parley

The moon hung low and heavy in the night sky, its pale light filtering through the canopy of trees as Lucas stalked through the dark Jungle. They were still docked and he was feeling restless.

He shouldn't be out here, not tonight. The risk was too great with the moon nearing its peak, the beast within threatening to take control. But Lucas needed to stay away, when she was on the ship.

Amelia.

Ever since she had turned, he felt drawn to her in a way he couldn't explain. Like there was some invisible tether connecting them, pulling him into her orbit. He had tried to fight it, but the more time they spent together, the harder it became.

Tonight, it was impossible to resist.

Lucas inhaled deeply, catching her scent on the breeze. There—just ahead. He moved swiftly between the trees until he reached the moonlit clearing of the beach.

And there she was. Why wasn't she on board he wondered? A small pang of jealousy at how Amelia wa