Page 11 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“I’m the only one who is half-vampire, half-wolf shifter. Just like Ambrose is the only half-witch, half-wolf shifter,” he tells me.
I stare around the room at Sylara and then at the three men who have yet to speak. I hope to the gods that by just looking at them, I’ll be able to tell if Nyx is telling the truth or not.
“I don’t believe you. I don’t trust a word you say. How do I know that you aren’t lying to me so that I won’t suspect when your friends here have vampire abilities as well as wolf shifter ones?”
“You believedhim,”his voice lashes in my head in a cold and unyielding frost, in sharp contrast to Ambrose’s, which feels like an earthy, warm embrace.
I glare at Nyx. “Stop talking in my head.”
Sylara raises an eyebrow at him, shocked that he can talk in my head. The other men exchange glances.
“You shouldn’t trust me. You shouldn’t trust anyone. You shouldn’t trust any facts that you haven’t verified with your own eyes. The world has been hidden from you your entire life. Now you’ve had a few glimpses of it, but it’s not enough. You have to find the truth. Don’t trust me. Don’t trust Ambrose. Don’t trust anyone,” Nyx sneers.
“Does it matter if we have vampire abilities or wolf shifter abilities? I could kill you easily either way,” Sylara says.
My blood boils at her words, but her sculpted form tells me she could kick my ass without any otherworldly powers. Not to mention it’s five against one. I turn inward, once again begging my wolf to make an appearance. Not that she would save me when it’s five against one, but I just need to know she’s still there.
Sylara shakes her head at me in disgust.
“Why can’t I shift?”I send to Ambrose, my words desperate.
“What do you mean you can’t shift?”
“I can’t shift.”
There’s a pause.“Fuck.”
“So what now? You kill me to ensure a new mate is found for Ambrose or Nyx?” I ask the group.
“If only,” Sylara says.
“I really don’t like you,” I tell her.
An irritating smile spreads across her face, and she folds those honed, muscular arms across her chest. “The feeling is mutual.”
“As I said before, we aren’t going to kill you. I need the information you have,” Nyx says.
“You’re just going to hold me prisoner,” I snap at him.
Sylara glares at me. “You really don’t know Nyx at all, do you?”
“Sylara,” Nyx warns, and she closes her mouth with a huff.
“Where are my manners?” Nyx changes his tone and claps his hands together. “I should introduce you to the Bloodmoon pack. This is Sylara, my beta.”
Sylara barely acknowledges me.
“That’s Riven, Brax, and Talonis,” Nyx points to each man as he speaks their name, and they all silently stare at me. Each has a shade of dark brown or black hair, with equally inky eyes. The entire pack must share similar traits.
Riven stands, each fluid motion of his muscles exuding power and strength as he walks toward me with clear intention. The air intensifies between us in sharp crispness. I’m not sure what’s going to happen until he holds out his hand to me. I gape at it like it’s about to transform into claws at any second.
“I know you grew up isolated in a small pack, but you do know what a handshake is, right?” Riven asks with a knowing smile.
I frown. “I don’t shake hands with vampires.”
“Good thing I’m not a vampire.”
“Or of people holding me hostage and trying to kill me.”
