Page 8 of Moon Cursed
Because he was right.
I showed my throat as acknowledgment. That would mean more to him than a head nod or verbal agreement.
His shoulders relaxed—the equivalent of his hackles lowering—as he turned to the Mercury Alpha.
“We need to get her out of here, Ryker.”
Ryker sniffed in response, then approached a shimmering veil I hadn’t noticed before.
It definitely hadn’t been there a moment ago… right?
He ran his fingers over it and silvery light emanated from the trail. “That requires finding her, first. I’ve been through these lands thousands of times and I’ve never seen this barrier.”
“Who cares?” the Soldier Alpha snarled. “You’re a Mystic Alpha, so figure it out. Just get us inside.”
“So you can kill her, Dash?” Vern asked with a raised brow.
“Kill her? More likely mate her and then kill all of us.” My entire body ached from the result of her heat. I had no doubt mating her would awaken something in my wolf.
Something that should be left buried.
“He could try,” Ryker said as he side-eyed the Soldier wolf. “But if we’re really going to stay, then we’re going to have to fight them off.”
I scoffed. “Fight off theHunters? You can’t be serious.” As a member of the Midnight Pack I knew the story of the Hunters better than other wolves, but we all knew how formidable they would be.
When faced with the Hunters, it was better to run from a surprise attack and come back in stealth.
That was our strength. We had the night. It wasn’t a coincidence that the Hunters had chosen to return the morning after the High Moon when we would be at our weakest.
Their eyes burned like the sunrise with brilliant oranges. My nostrils flared when their bloody scent infiltrated the dry air.
My senses told me there were at least fifty of them.
That bit of information fucking terrified me. Hunters didn’t travel in groups. They preferred to work alone… which meant something unprecedented was going down.
“Fuck,” Dash said as he extended his fingers. Despite our recent shift, he had enough of a connection with his wolf to bring out his claws. “That’s a lot of Hunters.”
Instead of extending my own claws, I curled my fingers into fists. I had more than enough emotion to work with, but it all felt so jumbled and unfamiliar.
I was used to working with anger and pain. Not all of this hot mess.
“I still vote for leaving,” Ryker complained, but he’d turned toward the shimmering veil. “Even if I can see it, I have no idea how to get inside and—”
His words cut off when a form broke through the barrier.
And a white-haired alpha stood before us—one I had never seen before, but I immediately recognized.
Kane.
An alpha who should be dead.
A vicious growl rumbled in my chest when his scent hit me a moment later.
“You fucker,” Dash snarled, murder thick in his voice.
I echoed his sentiment.
Because Kane’s lips glistened with our mate’s slick.
