Page 33 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“But most shifters still prefer the stuff. So how do you take it?”
“With a lot of milk.”
He nods. “Me too if I have to suffer through drinking the bitter sludge. Alcohol of choice?”
“Tequila shots.”
He smiles. “So you’ll burn to get drunk, but not to wake up in the morning. I like your thinking.”
A twinge of a smile tugs at my lips.
“Hot or cold shower?”
“Hot, who prefers a cold shower?” I ask in disgust.
“Lots of wolf shifters do since we run hot and need a way to cool down after shifting.”
“Oh,” I say, realizing I’ve never really had that problem since I can’t control my own wolf. My entire mood shifts.
He sighs, the sound laced with thoughts he doesn’t dare to speak. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring that up.”
I shake my head, not wanting to talk about it.
“I’ll bring you some clothes you can put on and some food. You should take it easy tonight, but by tomorrow morning, you should be back to your full strength after a night of rest. No reason to have to lie around in bed after that unless you need to sulk.”
“What?” I stare down at the gash, or rather, where the gash once was. Other than a small pink line on my skin, there is nothing to show that there was even a wound there a few moments ago.
“You healed me,” I say, my eyes wide as I stare at the faint scar.
He chuckles. “That was what I was sent in here to do.”
“Yes, but…I didn’t even notice what you were doing. And I didn’t expect that to be so painless or quick.”
He shrugs. “What can I say, I’m good at the art of distraction. And flesh wounds like this are pretty easy to heal. No major organ damage, just needing to convince some tissue and skin to pull back together and not much else. Easy enough.”
I blink several times, still in disbelief. “You must be a pretty powerful witch.”
He grimaces when I say that. “I’m a healer, not a witch. My powers are limited to healing. I don’t belong to a coven. The amount of witch blood in me is small. I’m a wolf shifter through and through.”
“Sorry.” I run my hand over my smooth skin. “Thank you.”
He nods. A few minutes later, he returns with all of my favorite foods and a new pile of clothes to choose from.
“How?” I ask when I spot the pad thai and bowl of miso soup.
“I’m good at reading people, and I’m a good cook.”
I stare down at the food in disbelief. He leaves before I can say anything else, and despite having wanted to clothe myself for hours, I dig into the food first. It tastes divine.
I scarf it down quickly, then pick out some leggings and an oversized black T-shirt to still have access to my scar just in case.
The second I get my clothes on, the tears hit hard, spilling fast, steady, and unyielding. My body is done trying to hold them back.
I cry for the loss of my wolf that I can’t access. I’ll never be able to control when I shift. Ambrose will always control her.
I cry for the loss of my mate. A man I still love despite everything. That didn’t just vanish when he betrayed me.
I cry that Nyx has the power to control my mind whenever he wants. I believe him when he says he didn’t earlier, but it doesn’t mean he won’t as soon as he needs something from me.
