Full Moon Lockdown

Can surviving the horrors of the night lead Colin to find the one that was meant to love him and bring him back to the light?

Colin Brantford is an Omega wolf. When his pack is destroyed by hellhounds, he and his brother are transported to Moon Compound. There, Colin must enter into a world where all wolf shifters are sent to learn to shift. Two years prematurely.

Sloan Atwater has been at the compound for three years and still has no control of his wolf. That is until he spots Colin, making Sloan crave the slightest touch. Will he be able to claim Colin for his own? And when Colin needs Sloan, will he be able to control his wolf?

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Full Moon Lockdown

Copyright © 2013 Jackie Nacht

ISBN: 978-1-77111-641-1

Cover art by Carmen Waters

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Full Moon Lockdown

Moon Compound, Book One

By

Jackie Nacht

To Jay, Tina, Janet and Jason…thank you for all your help. I couldn’t have done this without you.

The night was perfect—beautiful and serene with the comforting sounds of wolves running through the nearby forest. Most had already shifted and left for a run while Colin and his younger brother, Peyton, remained behind with some of the Elders who sat and talked by the fire pit. In two years, he would have his first shift, and after his stint at the compound, he would be able to join the rest of the pack on their nightly excursions.

Sheesh, hopefully, he would only have to stay at the compound for a couple of years. Gods, Colin didn’t even want to think about going there. But as the time drew near, the place seemed to invade his thoughts more and more. Especially since Colin had just had his twenty-first birthday; that milestone seemed to implant the compound into the very core of his nightmares. It wasn’t like he could get out of it, so why think more on the place?

All pre-shifters were sent to the compound to get control of their wolf before being released back to their families. Looking over at Peyton, he was thankful that at least he would have his brother with him after a year.

Trying to shake off the thought of the hell he would inevitably have to face, Colin picked up a stick to poke the fire. Sparks flew into the air and swirled around them before extinguishing to blend into the night sky.

Peyton nudged him. “What’s wrong?”

His brother was almost an exact replica of him physically. He had short dark brown hair with blond streaks throughout, tan skin and sleek muscles. Peyton was the same height at a whopping five foot eight. The only difference the two had was their eyes. While Colin’s were cerulean, Peyton’s were a dark milk chocolate. Personality-wise, the two couldn’t be more different.

Colin shook his head and leaned back on his hands. “The compound.”

Peyton wrapped an arm around him. “You need to let that shit go. We all shift, and with that comes our stay at the compound. Do you want to go feral? Harm someone? We may live in the Upper Peninsula, but there are plenty of people around that you could kill or take a chunk out of.”

Scrubbing a hand over his face, Colin whispered, “None of that, of course. I fear leaving you, the unknown...” He paused for a moment to swallow before continuing. “The pain. I would never want to hurt anyone. You know that, Peyton.”

“Then, put the compound out of your mind. Enjoy these couple years. Dammit, can you just let it go for one night and have some fun? You’re always so damn serious. And remember, it’s not forever, just look at the pack. Do they look like they hate shifting? No, they’re having a hell of a time running around us. Work hard to get control of your wolf then get home. Simple as that.” Peyton turned and embraced Colin. The warmth of his brother seemed to soothe his fears.

Their parents had died five years ago in an attack. The pack had helped raised them in the final years of childhood, but Peyton was all that Colin had left. While he cared deeply for his pack, he felt the only family he had was Peyton.

“Besides, we’re Omegas, they always have a much shorter stint than the Alphas.”

Colin laughed softly. Peyton always had a way of finding the silver lining. “You’re right. I’ll shake it off.”

“Finally!”

For the next couple hours, the two made hotdogs by the fire, played ball and listened to their pack run circles around them. Colin and Peyton smirked at each other as one of the Elders, Lyle, who looked no more than thirty-five, talked about times in history that had long since passed. Again.

The sounds of several howls came not too far from the fire, followed quickly by the sounds of growls and the clashing of bodies. Colin jumped to his feet, grabbing for his brother. The Elders were scanning the surroundings, ripping clothes off to prepare to shift.

“You boys need to get out of here. Go to the safe house,” Lyle yelled over to them.

“We’re staying and fighting.” Colin stood firm, glancing over his shoulder at Peyton who was just as prepared as him.

Lyle jerked Colin from Peyton and growled in his face. “With what, your fists? You won’t stand a chance against a hellhound, and others will die to protect you and your brother.” Lyle leaned in close to him. “You need to get Peyton safe. Think of him right now. Get the fuck to the safe house right now.”

Lyle shoved Colin so hard that he fell into Peyton, who caught him.

“Go!” Lyle roared before he shifted and took off toward the sounds of fighting, followed by several other Elders.

Colin stood frozen to the spot, thinking how the whole pack was in that fight. Then, he thought of what Lyle had said to him. He and his brother didn’t stand a chance. “We need to move now.”

“But Lyle and the others,” Peyton began to protest then jumped when a yelp came not too far from their location.

“Lyle is right. We need to listen to him, or we will hurt them more than help.”

Colin took off with Peyton close on his heels. The safe house was a good mile away. They were fast, but the sounds of fighting were quieting and the feeling of being hunted was crawling over Colin’s chilled skin. He pushed on, trying not to think of what the silence could mean. All that mattered was getting Peyton safe.

The sounds grew louder, and Colin glanced over his shoulder to see three hellhounds bearing down on them. The enemies were huge, much like their own wolf, but where the wolf had beauty, hellhounds had horror. Black heavily muscled dogs that had black fur and black eyes. There was absolutely no color to the creature except for the blood-coated muzzle. Blood that no doubt belonged to one of his pack family.

Gods, they were too far away—weren’t even going to make it close to the safe house. The thought didn’t even have time to sink in before Colin felt the impact of the hound behind him. Crying out, he tumbled over the unforgiving forest floor of rocks and twigs. Not too far away, he heard Peyton wail in anguish. Scrambling, trying to get to his feet, he sought out his brother who had two hounds looming over him, toying with their prey. One had Peyton by the arm, sinking its teeth in deeply while his brother let out a bloodcurdling scream.

Colin felt a hand grabbing his ankle, dragging him away from Peyton. He tried to dig his fingers into the ground to find purchase, but the hound, even in demon form, was far too powerful. The hounds were separating them. Colin tried to find a root to grab onto, but he couldn’t find a grip. All he could do was look on as Peyton was trying to fight the other two monsters off. Turning, he gazed at the hellhound in demon form. The demon was built strong, with tan skin and black hair and eyes that held no soul in them. Colin was utterly frozen in terror as the demon smirked at him.

“Omega.” The hellhound voice was distorted, almost indecipherable.

Howls filled the surrounding forest, and the demon shifted back into his hellhound form. Large wolves descended on the scene. The fighting was fierce and bloody. One hellhound nearly crushed him as he tried to get back to Peyton. Maneuvering around them was difficult, but Colin needed to see if Peyton was okay.

Colin finally made it over, and what he saw had him choking out a sob. Peyton was moaning softly while a wolf stood in front of him, protecting him. Grabbing the hem of his shirt, Colin pulled it off to apply pressure to the wound on Peyton’s arm. He was bleeding heavily, and if he didn’t get help soon…no, he wouldn’t even think it.

“Colin?” Peyton moaned.

“I’m here. I need to put pressure on your arm. It’s going to hurt.” Colin pushed down, and Peyton hissed in pain.

Peyton’s teeth began to chatter, and his blood-coated face paled before Colin’s very eyes. He turned as the last sound of fighting ceased. The wolves took out the three hounds with bloody efficiency. The fighting took no more than a couple of minutes, gaining victory over the hellhounds with ease.

A couple wolves shifted, and two large Alpha males approached. The one who stood in front of Peyton knelt down. “Let me take a look at him.”

“Who are you?” No way was Colin moving aside and trusting someone with his brother.

“Rayce, I’m a guard at the Moon Compound on the island. We had intel that hellhounds were attacking packs along the shore and forest area here.” Rayce stared down at Peyton, his fists clinching and his lips pursed. “I need to look at him. He needs help.”

Stepping back, Colin mumbled, “Peyton.”

“Huh?” Rayce eyed him with confused violet eyes.

“My brother. His name is Peyton,” Colin whispered, and Rayce nodded, moving in closer.

Moving aside, Colin watched as the man tended to his brother's wounds as best he could without having a med kit on him or clothes for that matter.

Finally, the man turned to the other one. “We need air support to get him back.”

“Rayce, we can’t take them there.” The other guy protested, handing Rayce a pair of black pants. He quickly put them on before getting back to work on Colin's brother.

“We are, and we aren’t arguing. Now, call the copter in.” Rayce picked up Peyton, murmuring softly to him and gently carried him with Colin hot on their heels. He knew exactly where Rayce was leading them. There was an open field not too far from there. A perfect place where they could get a helicopter to land.

“We need to tell our pack,” Colin huffed out.

Rayce turned, eyes filled with sympathy, and Colin knew immediately. He bent over, putting his hand on his knees, the loss so heavy, he could barely stand. Tears brimmed in his eyes, but he had to put the pain aside momentarily to help Peyton out. He would mourn later.

Standing, Colin hoarsely asked, “How many survivors?”

Frowning, Rayce stared down at Peyton before rumbling out, “None.” Rayce walked away with Peyton, soothing him as he moaned in pain.

Colin ran over and helped Rayce with Peyton, continually having to wipe his eyes as they blurred. Trying to be brave, he held a cloth to the ugly gashes on Peyton’s face and chest while Rayce took care of the arm. There was so much blood, he felt at a loss as to how to keep his brother from bleeding out.

Other men came over and took over applying pressure to the several wounds. They seemed to know a little more about taking care of the wounded.

Colin stood back, hugging himself and trying to keep it together.

Another man came up to Colin. “Here, I need to take a look at this.” The man stood at least six foot five like the rest of the wolf shifters. The man gently touched the back of his arm.

Numbly, Colin sat down while the man examined his arm. Small cuts and scrapes covered him from the fall.

“They should be fine once we get them cleaned out. The name's Malach. If you need anything, let me know.” Malach stood and walked over to the open field and began talking on a sat phone.

A few minutes later, the sound of the helicopter could be heard coming across the waters of Lake Superior. It must have been at the compound at Isle Royale. The wind picked up fiercely, causing Colin to cover his eyes against flying debris.