A Bite Out of Award Winning
FULL WOLF MOON
Copyright © 2004 K.L. Nappier
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A DDP First Edition November 3, 2004
Inside the Flap
Eastern California, 1942: Alone, Tsuko Ataki strolls the boundaries of Tulenar Internment Camp.
Too late, he sees the silver wolven creature waiting in the full moon's light. The creature leaps. His head trapped in the
werewolf's jaws, Tsuko Ataki is dragged through the barbed wire.
Be prepared for a wild werewolf thriller with bizarre twists never read before. In the
aftermath of Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, Captain Maxwell Pierce commands Lakeside Assembly Center, where Japanese-Americans
are processed for internment camp. Bitten during another tour of duty, Max believes the beast was nothing more supernatural
than a rabid timber wolf.
The head of Tulenar Internment Camp is political hard-baller Doris Tebbe. Like Max, she doesn't
believe in werewolves. Only David Alma Curar, a Navajo healer who has tracked Max's bloody trail, believes in the evil that
stalks the camp. But this werewolf hunter doesn't want to kill Max. He has his own reason for keeping him alive.
Tulenar Internment Camp
Night. New Moon.
There was no moon out. Harriet Haku had only
the silhouettes of the barracks to show her the way. Occasionally the black-on-black was interrupted by dim squares of yellow,
hinting of evacuees that had not yet gone to bed. But these were few and overwhelmed
by the long darkness of buildings to either side of the dirt road, featureless and flat in the night.
Harriet was late coming back from the Shibai
theatre where she was helping with the final touches. Next month was September, and the theatre would have its first production,
a modest Kabuki put on by some of the residents of Block Six.
She walked blindly but confidently down the
road that led to Block Three, because she had walked this way twice weekly since theatre construction began. But she stopped
when she heard the noise, a kind of shuffling. She turned to the sound behind her, seeing nothing but the black walls of tarpaper
barracks. She began walking again, then stopped abruptly when she heard whispering. But both the whispering and the shuffling
could have come from inside a barracks, so she went on.
The blow came from behind, not a hard hit,
but a blunt push that knocked her to the ground, forcing the breath out of her. She struggled under the weight. At first it
seemed the weight was her lungs straining to capture the breath they had lost, but soon she realized it was the press of someone
on her back.
"Please," she managed, "I can't breathe."
"It'd be a waste of good air anyway, lady
"Please, please," the voice mocked her.
The right side of Harriet's face was mashed
into the dry, grainy dirt. When she finally regained her wind she sucked in a mouthful of dust and coughed uncontrollably.
She could hear laughter, guarded chuckles full of wariness, and tried to guess how many attackers there were. At least three.
The one atop her was a young man from the sound of his voice, and he kept her head in his control by sinking his fingers deep
into her pinned hair.
She was angry and terrified, and it was her
anger that asked, "What do you want?"
"We want you to remember who you are. You're
nihonjin! Come back to the fold, stop being Tebbe's stooge. You better quit tomorrow, or you'll end up like the rest
of the informants are going to, you'll end up like Ataki. You understand me, lady inu?"
He tugged at her hair, she felt some of it
tear loose from her scalp, but she refused to reply. Her face was forced into the dust, rubbed into it until she finally had
to take in another mouthful with a breath. She heard the wary chuckling again as she gagged.
"You understand me, lady inu?"
"Tomorrow better be the last time we see you
walk up that hill."
She felt the weight lift, felt his foot press
against the small of her back as he stepped on and over her, then heard them pounding away at a run as she rolled onto her
back and screamed for help.