Page 22 of Moon Guardian
A wolf, I realized, watching numbly as the streak slammed through each alpha, taking them down with ease.
The creature bounded up the tree, nudging a snout under my arm in a clear request to hold on.
I hesitated, not sure how I could trust a wolf after all that had happened, but the warmth radiating from her touched my soul, speaking to the entity inside of me in a way that suggested I could trust her.
I didn’t even know how I knew this wolf was a “her,” just the distinct feminine way of her slim form, her unrivaled grace and the soft patience that emanated from her gave me pause.
“Okay,” I whispered, drawing my hand over her to grab onto her muscled form.
She ducked her head and dove out of the trees, trusting me to hold onto her as he sped away from the alphas snarling at our escape.
A new chase began and I found my feet, keeping up with the impossible pace as I drew magic from the white wolf.
She gushed with the power of the Goddess, refilling that empty well inside my chest as we ran together, a strange smile spreading across my face as the wind lashed against my skin.
I had never run like this.
And a part of me felt… free.
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My wolf celebrated the fact that our mate had escaped.
The raw violence instilled in me by the competing alphas had completely shut off my human mind for a while, but now seeing her run, outpacing us with impressive speed alongside the white wolf gave me pause.
My wolf chased her, because that’s something we both agreed to do.
Killing her, though, had proved difficult. Not just because it went against all of our instincts, but because she had proven formidable, as well.
When in her presence, the rut overtook me, demanded that I claim her.
Overtaking my wolf in that moment seemed impossible, but I had already rejected her once. It gave me a foothold in my mind, something to cling to so that I wasn’t lost to the rut altogether.
That was the only way this worked. Rejection in human form gave me an edge over my wolf’s instincts, but it didn’t make the process painless.
No. It hurt.
Oh Goddess, it hurt.
But soon, this would be all over and I could move on, find another mate, and put this matter behind me.
Something I tried to reassure my wolf with, but he wouldn’t listen to reason. Not when our current mate had proved so resourceful.
She knew how to pit us against one another, how to use what limited opportunities she had to her advantage.
My human rationale argued that it made her an ideal mate, one that I should reconsider.
Yet, I had already rejected her, the process could be undone, but not easily mended if I wished to keep her.
I would have to grovel.
I would have to prove my worth.
And this human had invaded my land, destroyed the heart of my Goddess, and made a fool of every alpha of the ruling packs.
She deserved to die, but would I be able to go through with it now that she proved to be a worthy mate?
Her hatred ran strong through our shredded bond, sending jabbing pains through my temple every time I tried to access her mind. She would not forgive this easily, if at all.
