Page 3 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“I have to do something. She can’t survive this,” he says.
“Give her a chance. She’s destined to be the one. She’s stronger than you know.”
He frowns at me.
“Lumi!” Ambrose screams. “Stop this, Isolde! She can shift on her own. Just give her a minute.”
“We don’t have a minute. The moon is cresting. It has to be now,” Isolde says.
Lumi collapses to the floor, and a shockwave spreads through the crowd.
Get up, get up, Lumi.I send all my strength to her, like that will somehow save her.
Lumi stands with fierce determination. “I will complete the ceremony in my human form.”
“You’ll never survive,” Isolde says with cruel intentions.
“Watch me,” Lumi growls before turning to Ambrose. “Shift.”
A second later, Ambrose has shifted into his massive dark wolf speckled with golden flecks. He’s impressive, I’ll give him that. But so is she. She doesn’t cower, doesn’t even flinch at the thought of the pain she’s about to endure.
“Do it,” she says.
Ambrose lets out a low growl.
“Do it. Mark me as your mate,” she says, her words full of power.
Ambrose stalks toward her in a predatory way, and every hair on my arms stands to attention.
Something’s wrong.
I look around the crowd, but everyone is looking at them with hopeful anticipation.
“The snow wolf has to complete the marking ceremony no matter what happens—it’s the only way to break the curse,”I hear the seer’s voice more clearly than before. I look to my left and see her hiding among the forest with a soft smirk on her lips.
I narrow my eyes. I’m missing something, something important.
I turn back in time to see Ambrose open his massive jaw as his teeth brush against her flesh, barely touching her before I feel the pain.
Fire-hot pain shoots through her, and she sends it out to me in waves, almost as if I’m feeling the same pain she’s feeling. He’s barely pricked her skin and already the pain is too much for her to handle in her human form. She needs to change to survive. I examine her more carefully and take a deep breath, gathering all the information I can about her. She’s lost a lot of blood recently. She’s weak, and I’m unsure if she can shift to save herself. The energy it would require might overwhelm and kill her.
A jolt shoots through my body, with a power I’ve never felt before.
What the hell?
I start to move—
“The snow wolf has to complete the marking ceremony no matter what happens—it’s the only way to break the curse,” the seer snaps at me, her magic directing her voice into my ear. Her power shoots through me, holding me still as a statue.
Gods, I hate witches.
I can’t let her die.
“This is the only way to break the curse,” the seer says.
I can’t let her die.
The words come stronger and stronger, overpowering the seer.
