Page 109 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“Lumi, no!”Nyx shouts. Now that my mind is open to him, he knows where I’m going.
“I have to. He’s hurt.”
“I’m coming. Stay alive,”Nyx says.
But I can tell by how breathless he sounds that he’s fighting off more than one vampire now. I don’t know how long it could take him to help.
“Where are you?”I send to Ambrose as I approach the house. I can sense him inside, but I don’t know where or in what condition he’s in.
“Run, Lumi, they’re using me as bait,”Ambrose says again.
“I’m not leaving. Now, where are you? How many? Anything that could help me save your ass would be helpful.”
“Back bedroom. There’s a window you can enter through. Hurry, they’re gone now, but I don’t know when they’ll come back.”
I know Nyx hears everything, so I don’t bother repeating Ambrose’s location to him.
The cabin is small, so it doesn’t take me long to locate the entry. I creep up to the window, raising my head just enough to peek inside. Ambrose is tied to the bed, and he’s lying in a puddle of his own blood.
“Hold on, I’m coming,”I tell Ambrose.
A light groan is all I get back.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I try prying the window open, but it doesn’t budge. So I turn backward and slam my elbow as hard as I can into the window. It breaks, but the noise is loud enough that I’m sure the vampires heard. I throw my body through the shattered window, ignoring the burn of glass slashing open my skin as I push myself through.
I force myself onto my feet and am next to Ambrose in the next second.
“Ambrose, I’m here.”
His eyes are shut, his chest is rising and falling so slowly that every time it falls, I’m afraid it’s not going to rise with another breath again. His limbs are tied to the four posts of the bed.There are bite marks on his neck, wrists, and ankles. He’s lost so much blood. The vampires didn’t even drink it; they just spilled it out on the bed.
I move to one of his wrists with my blade, and I work on cutting through the rope binding him, but it’s slow work.
“Hold on, Ambrose. Hold on,” I whisper to him, my heart thumping wildly in panic.
“Our trap worked,” I hear an unfamiliar deep voice behind me.
I don’t stop sawing, hoping that if I can just get one limb free, then we’ll survive this. He’ll get free. He’ll be able to stop this.
“Your wolf shifter alpha is dead, or he will be in a matter of minutes. Don’t waste your energy,” the menacing vampire says from behind me.
I saw faster, so close.
“We’re not going to hurt you, though. You’re the snow wolf. The one who can break the curse. We just need you to break it for the vampires, not the shifters. That’s why you’ll choose the Nightfall lord as your mate.”
“That’s not how it works. I don’t get to choose.”
I keep talking, keep trying to buy myself time. One more strand.
It breaks.
One of Ambrose’s arms is free, but he still doesn’t move. He can’t. He’s too weak, too near death.
Fuck.
“Nyx, I need you to make me shift.”
