Page 1 of Moon Cursed
RYKER
I would not be fucking apologizing for rejecting a human.
A blasphemer.
An abomination.
Yet Vern seemed to be swayed by his wolf as he howled with need. He’d changed his mind. I couldn’t recall exactly what had transpired in the night. The High Moon had sent us on the chase, returning me to human form tired, bloody, and unsated by either sex or murder. It put me in a bad mood.
No, that was an understatement because I couldsmellher.
Her sweet scent of jasmine and moonlight drove us all mad. Our wolves could feel her shift. Something had pushed her into heat… or someone.
Jealousy spiked, an emotion that I instantly stifled with anger.
Her pleasure and pain called to me as she transformed, but I reminded myself that these were primal instincts from my wolf. He wouldn’t know any better. He lived in the here and now and it was a simple matter to him.
He could smell her.
He wanted her.
That was good enough—but not for me. Not when I could see the whole picture.
She shouldn’t be changing. The High Moon had set, but our shifts were blessings of the Goddess.
And she had crushed the heart of our Goddess in her grip. Perhaps that’s why she was shifting now when it shouldn’t be possible for an unmated wolf.
Much less a human.
Further proof that she had stolen far too much of our magic and needed to be put down to set things right.
My wolf disagreed with that sentiment. He thought that something Vern had said made sense.
She hadn’t killed our Goddess. She’d become a vessel for her.
As much as I wished that to be true, I wouldn’t be naive or think with my dick.
So, I pushed my wolf away and forced my mind to listen to reason.
Our Goddess was broken and couldn’t revive until the human holding her heart had been ripped to shreds.
He prowled in the darkness of my mind where I’d shoved him, but I could sense him baring his teeth and biding his time to overtake my fragile control. He’d make me pay for this later, but right now I was slowly going numb.
A benefit of walling off a vital part of myself.
Or a curse. The outcome was yet to be seen.
The Midnight Alpha paused his howls when a soft breeze brought a concentration of her scent. He flared his nostrils.
Seeking.
Driven to find our rejected mate.
Shadow would be the expert tracker amongst us in normal circumstances. But I was a Mystic… a wolf from the Mercury Pack and I sensed the powerful, ancient magic that protected the female from us.
No… not just here. There were more.
Many more.
