Page 24 of Moon Cursed
Which meant the other scents were wolves.
I eased down onto the floor, keeping my ears perked up to listen to what Kane might say next.
He narrowed his gaze, then sighed. “They’re alive.” His jaw flexed. “For now.”
I wished that I could reply to him to say “good.”
Because they were mine to kill.
Not his.
He seemed to read my thoughts despite my silence. His lips lifted into a wry smirk. “I had feared that your wolf would want them for herself. But Kaitsja isn’t here, is she?”
Ah, so he could tell the difference between my human side and my wolf, even when I was in this form.
“It’s a good thing you’ve suppressed her,” he said as he pushed aside a stone, revealing medical supplies.
I tilted my head at it. If this was some sort of dungeon, it seemed odd to keep medical supplies tucked into hiding spots.
Or maybe that made sense if it was intended to keep the prisoners alive.
He methodically took a bottle and a towel, applying the solution to the fabric before he began cleaning the wound on his hip. He hissed when he pressed down, and I watched with interest as he tugged down his waistband to get to the rest of the gash.
Maybe I disliked him, and didn’t trust him, but he was certainly easy on the eyes.
“Do you like what you see?” he asked. His eyes glittered with magic, the golden band around his irises bright in the darkness of the cave.
Of course I did, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that. So I made a show of yawning, then placed my head on my paws and narrowed my eyes.
He chuckled. “I will taste you again, Kaitsja, when you accept what you are.”
I huffed.
But the memory of himtasting mewas certainly distracting.
Get back to information on the Hunters, I thought.
Again, he seemed to read my mind. He revealed the wound, which now sizzled as if his body burned with an inner fire.
An unbidden whine came from my throat at the sight. It looked so painful.
“The Hunters are typically created, not born,” he explained as if to distract us both. “They are designed to live up to their namesake and seek out supernaturals for their masters.” He rested the towel over his leg, then rummaged for something else, pulling out a bottle of white, glittering dust. “Some time after the war, the Hunters retaliated and found independence. Now they try to make up for their sins by seeking out supernaturals they feel have beencorrupted.”
I watched as he opened the bottle and sprinkled the dust over his wound. The sizzling stopped and he relaxed.
I tilted my head again.What is that?
“Moon dust,” he replied, startling me.
Wait. Can you… read my thoughts?
He grinned. “Of course. I’m your mate.”
My heart dropped into my stomach.
He held up a hand. “Relax. I can only hear your thoughts when you speak them directed at me. You’ll learn to control it if you weren’t speaking to me on purpose.”
Isodidn’t like this one bit.
