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Luna shivered, burrowing deeper into me. “They believed magic was in our blood, flesh, and bones. They had grimoires telling them how to prepare our flesh so they could consume it in the hope of harvesting our powers.”

I’d heard of the non-mages doing this before. It had never worked, and only served to pollute their soul further. They also captured wolves in their quest to acquire magic for them to wield. Our bodies healed wounds, but they could never regenerate the limbs those psychopathic assholes had removed in their experiments. The wolves who escaped volunteered formissions that we all knew they were never coming back from even though they were strategic attacks needed to help us defeat Balor and his assholes.

“Did you ever find any of your family?” Luna asked, her voice sleepy and sluggish.

“No.” My fingers trailed up and down her back, allowing my presence to soothe her. “That village had been eradicated, the people taken. Balor keeps moving his breeding camps, and even if our witches do locate some of his hideaways, he is always one step ahead of us.”

Luna kissed my chest, her hand splayed on my abdomen. “There is no way to detect someone has used a location spell to find you. You have a mole in your organisation.”

I opened my mouth to reply, and realised she was asleep, her body pressed tightly against mine. I lay here, watching her face because I had always felt guilty before today since she kept pushing me away when she was awake. The residue of the pain and suffering I had taken from her still pulsed inside me as my wolf continued to heal the wounds. What Luna would never know was that to heal them, I had to physically take those injuries into me. She had suffered agonies. I knew because I felt every single one of them.

I closed my eyes, and contemplated her last words before she fell asleep. Now that the effects of the spell binding me had lifted, I began to reassess everything and everyone in my organisation. I still trusted those closest to me since they had been at my side most of my life, and I knew they held the same ideologies as me.

The truth was that they had probably been cursed the same as I had, and were aware of the situation.

I assessed every mission with fresh eyes and instincts, evaluating the people on our council and those in high command positions. Then, I turned my attention to Balor, and what he wasplanning in the background. His main goal had always been to capture all the original priestesses who had served in his temples all those years ago. My understanding was that the mother priestess had scattered an ancient power between all of the women, and only together could they wield that gift. Balor was a magic user who craved increasing his standing in the magical world, it was the reason he stole witches and dire wolves from across the Americas to breed in his terrifying game of life and the collection of souls since they were what contained the magic of the witch.

However, there was an enemy we had been fighting with an agenda that didn’t match Balor’s quest for magical domination. An elder I met two hundred years ago told me that Balor had wanted to join them and had been dismissed since he had descended from a lowly magical family. He’d obviously taken rejection badly, and decided to create his own lineage.

I needed access to our computers, but to achieve that I required the closest members of my team to be brought in, and any enchantments on them broken. Then I fully intended to hunt down every mole in our organisation, and send their heads to Balor as a warning to show him that his demise was imminent.

Chapter Fifteen

Luna

My body was on fire, every part of me burning with a seductive energy that left a pulse beating between my legs. A craving thrummed deep in my stomach, seeking a fulfilment that I never fully achieved in this dream state.

A pleasured pain ached on my left shoulder, spreading throughout me, whispering that I desperately needed to find who it connected to. I fought through the layers of sleep until I finally broke through and into the waking world. The room was in darkness, moonlight highlighting the furniture in the bedroom.

I swung my legs out of the bed, trying to remember what had happened, but everything else was background noise to the need that pulsated deep inside me. I dragged my clothes off one item at a time as my flesh burned with an intensity that left me dizzy. All my senses focused on a delicious scent that made my mouth water.

My legs felt shaky as I staggered across the room, my fingers grasping the doorframe when I reached the other side. I pressed my head against the wall, trying to clear my thoughts and gain clarity. A wave of vertigo washed over me, and a hunger gnawed deep in my stomach. I followed the scent that temptedme, my hands bunching at my sides, and my nails digging into my palms.

A figure stood framed in the window in the living room at the back of the house. He stood dressed only in a pair of jeans, his muscles accentuated by the rays of moonlight, his messy black hair curling at the ends. I was drawn to him with a magnetism that kept me walking forward because I couldn’t even look away.

Salvator turned when he heard me behind him, his brow creased in confusion. “Luna?”

My teeth bit into my bottom lip, and I dropped to crawl toward him on my hands and knees, my instinct guiding me. His fingers trailed through my hair as I sat back on my knees to stare up at him. The heat in my body escalated further, my skin craving his touch.

Salvator crouched in front of me, clasping my face in his hands to stare into my eyes. “Fuck!” he exclaimed. “Your body is burning up because of my venom. I thought we could have gotten away with mating without the intimacy associated with it.” His thumb caressed over my bottom lip.

I sucked his thumb into my mouth, biting down slightly. His eyes began to glow a soft amber in the dim lighting.

“You’ll never forgive me if we have sex when you’re not in control of your senses,” Salvator groaned. “Let me get you something to eat.”

He tried to stand up, but I grabbed the waistband of his jeans, tugging him toward me.

“Luna,” he growled. “I only have so much control.”

I didn’t care about control or my senses because right now those senses were telling me that I needed this man more than my next breath. I moved closer to him, resting my head against his stomach.

“Please,” I begged. “I need you.”

His growl vibrated on the airwaves around me, his hands clenching at his sides.

I popped the button on his jeans, tugging the zip down while peering up at him. Salvator didn’t look away, his glowing eyes never once looking away from me. He didn’t stop me pushing his jeans down his legs, his cock bouncing out, already erect.

I licked the tip, my hand circling the base to slowly pump it. His eyes glowed more brightly, igniting a desire deep in my stomach. He was the only man I had ever been with, no man piquing my interest after he had left his imprint on my soul. I sucked him into my mouth, deliberately bobbing my head up and down, allowing my tongue to caress the underside of his cock.

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