Page 26 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
But nothing happens. I don’t even feel a stirring in my belly, or an inkling of her coming to life inside me.
I open my eyes and realize in horror that Ambrose is now the one beneath Nyx as Nyx bares his teeth at Ambrose, almost as if he’s giving him a chance to surrender instead of just outright killing him.
Shift!I scream to my wolf.I need you! Ambrose needs you! Our mate needs us!
No magic swells in my body. Nothing happens. I feel as human as I’ve ever felt in my life. My mind swirls in confusion over how I haven’t shifted.How could I have lost my wolf after working so hard to get her? She’s always come alive to save our mate. Why is she so silent now?
“You can’t shift, can you?”His cold, slimy voice slithers into my head.
“Get out of my head!”
“Make me. Or better yet, shift and save your mate,”he says.
“Ambrose doesn’t need me to save him.”
“Maybe not.”Ambrose freed himself and is now on the attack again.
I take a deep breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding.
“But you should ask him why you can’t shift.”
“He doesn’t know any more than I do.”
“Then ask him,”Nyx taunts.
“No,” I say the word out loud, and it draws both of the males’ attention to me.
“Are you okay?”Ambrose asks.
“Yes, I just can’t get Nyx out of my head.”
“He’s in your head? He can talk to you like I can?”
Fuck, he didn’t know.But I can’t lie to him. Not now, not about anything. I want complete honesty between us.
“Yes,”I breathe back.
“Fuck.”
If Ambrose’s previous attacks were vicious, these are completely driven by animalistic rage. He’s not thinking as he attacks, just using his raw, limitless power. His wolf fights, yes, but so does the part of him that’s witch. The part of him that he had been holding back before, for some unspoken reason.
He shifts into his human form to shoot a blast of his power at Nyx before instantly shifting back into his wolf form to attack again. Back and forth he shifts between his two selves—wolf and witch. It appears he can’t use his witch powers unless he shifts. And I quickly realize that he’s going to burn out and risk losing all of his power if he continues like this. There is no way that fighting like this is sustainable.
I have to help him. I have to put a stop to this.
Shift, dammit.
I concentrate with everything I have, but nothing happens.
Nyx moves so fast from underneath Ambrose to on top of him that it looks like he teleported. Vampires are impossibly fast.
One bite. One taste of Ambrose’s blood by Nyx, and this will all be over. Nyx will be able to use mind control on Ambrose. He could kill him, and Ambrose couldn’t even defend himself. I can’t let that happen.
My mind whirls, trying to form a plan. Anything that I can do to help Ambrose get the upper hand. I wish I had a weapon. Not that I’d be any good using it. But I need something—anything to help me since my wolf is so hell bent on not making an appearance.
I stare at the two alphas tangled together, and I know what I have to do. I take a step forward, then another on the mossy floor. Neither of them seems to notice me moving as they are laser-focused on the other. I have no doubt they would fight until one of them dies or both of them. But I can’t risk losingAmbrose. I hoped that with the two of us fighting together, we’d have the clear upper hand. But since my wolf decided not to show, they are too evenly matched. Nyx has been too close to tasting his blood too many times. I have to stop this. We have to find another way to take down Nyx.
Slowly, I creep toward them, my feet so light that I know that neither of them hears me approaching. When I’m within striking distance, I take one final deep breath and I leap. The second my feet leave the ground, I know how stupid my plan was. I’ll be lucky if I leave here alive, let alone with minimal injuries.
