Page 33 of Moon Cursed
Had they… found his body?
I hoped not, because we’d been too deep in wolf territory when he’d…
When he was brutally murdered.
His torn face flashed through my vision, bringing me right back to that moment with such clarity that the burst of moonlight and storms made my nose twitch.
My spirit broke as I allowed myself to feel his death for the first time.
And my bones responded, breaking with the shattering pieces of my heart.
I was shifting back into my human form.
Which meant I was about to be thrust back into heat… in a room full of alphas.
VERN
The white-haired alpha held our broken mate as she transformed.
There was no one to hold me as I crashed to my knees. The breath expelled from my lungs as if I’d been hit by a massive beast.
The gorgeous white wolf twisted and jerked with odd movements, each one making me grunt in pain. This wasn’t how the first shift was supposed to be, but nothing about this was right.
Her pain ripped through my skull through the frail bond that still existed between us. My wolf whimpered, the sound pitiful and helpless.
Something snapped in me as realization made my tongue go dry.
Because I saw what the Outcast had been trying to tell us.
When he’d punished us… but he hadn’t killed us.
When he’d taken us into this cave and restrained us so thatshecould be brought to us.
This was so much worse than death.
He didn’t let her kill us like she had every right to do. I’d arched my neck to allow her slender, sharp teeth to sink into my vein.
Because I realized my mistake now.
Everything was clear.
She’d proven herself to be a worthy mate by surviving the night.
And further still, she’d allied herself with the most powerful alpha I’d ever seen.
I’d flirted with the idea that she hadn’t blasphemed the Goddess at all.
Now I was sure. The moonlight that blasted through her skin told me that the Goddess was very much alive.
In her.
The fact that thousands of Hunters had walked out of legend to hunt her down proved it to me.
Her roar turned to a human scream as she reached the end of her transformation. She snapped her head back as her spine jerked into its rightful place. The motion sent her hair flinging over her shoulders as her skin glittered like diamonds. The sight made me release a sound that I’d never made before.
One of agony… and desire.
The sight of her, naked and glistening with raw power, sent me to prostrating myself to the ground.
