Margaret and Anne left, hugging tight.
“We’d love the child as our own,” Margaret sobbed.
“We’ll try the old-fashioned way,” Anne said.
A boy stayed out after dark. Fangs caught the moonlight.
“Come to mama,” Anne hissed.
Kelsey Beach writes novels and short stories when she’s not working on power plants and airplanes. Born in the Midwest, she currently lives in Atlanta, GA.