Page 17 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“You’re not going to lock me up?”
“No.” And before she can question me further, I shift, running into the woods toward my pack. I don’t stop until I reach Sylara, and then I shift back into my human form.
She shifts into her human form next to me.
“Where is Lumi?” she asks, staring behind me like she expects her to come running up behind me.
“She’s going after Ambrose.”
“What? Are you crazy? You’re just going to let her escape with him?”
I’m not sure if Lumi is my mate. In fact, I’m pretty sure we’re not. The only reason I can communicate with her in her mind is that we need to find a way to break the curse first. We are missing a giant piece of the puzzle that only we can discover together.
Ambrose is her mate.
There is only one thing I’m more sure of than the fact that I’m not her mate. “She’ll come back.”
Chapter 5
Lumi
I’m alone.
Nyx just left, without locking me in a room or using his mind control to tell me to stay.
I could go anywhere, do anything.
It’s a trap. It has to be a trap. But at the moment, I don’t care.
Ambrose.
I have to get to Ambrose.
“I’m coming,”I say to Ambrose, making a split-second decision.
“Run east. I’ll find you,”he says back.
I turn in the opposite direction that Nyx and the rest of the pack went and start running. The sweatpants and sweatshirt I’m wearing sag as I run, barely clinging to my body. My breath clouds in front of me as I run in the chilly air. But all I can think about is Ambrose. I have to get to him. Just keep running. Everything will be okay if I can reach him.
The world narrows as I run, my heart clinging to the hope of him. Of finding him. Of being with him. A restless energy dances through my veins with every step I take closer. Wild butterflies dance in my belly, unsure of how I’m going to feel when I finallyreach him, yet also fearing that Nyx is going to come for me again before I can reach Ambrose.
Suddenly, hands reach out, wrapping around my forearm, snatching me mid-stride.
I scream, but it’s muffled as I’m pulled into a man’s shoulder. I bury my nose in his shoulder and take a deep breath—evergreens.
Ambrose.
My arms slip around him, and I fold into his body, as his arms cling onto me with a desperation that says he’ll never let go again. Home—his body feels like home.
“You’re safe. I’ve got you,”Ambrose says into my head like a gentle caress as his lips kiss the top of my head.
I close my eyes, letting his words infiltrate me—I’m safe.For a moment, I let myself believe it. But I want to be more than safe. I angle my head up and press a hungry kiss against his lips. A piece of my soul heals the second our lips touch. He’d been holding onto it the whole time we were separated, and returned it to me when our lips brushed together.
I want more, so much more from him. I want to surrender to the kiss and let myself forget everything. The rise of heat flames in my belly, and I know how easy it would be to do just that. To forget. To ignore. To return to the fantasy world I was living in before.
As much as my heart could do it so easily, my brain won’t let it be tricked again.
He’s a witch.
