Page 29 of Moon Cursed
The slash from a Hunter’s blade ran down the length of my back. It had narrowly missed my spine, but it wasn’t deep.
But the Hunter who had wounded me didn’t seem to care how hard he sliced me up. He probably knew that his poison would finish me off.
While I eyed the blossom and contemplated the consequence of playing this game with the other alphas, the scent of jasmine and moonlight hit me hard.
I wasn’t the only one. All of us flinched as if we’d been struck.
The most beautiful creature I’d ever seen broke through the darkness a moment later. A pristine, snow-white wolf with emerald-green eyes approached us.
Captivated, I moved toward her until my restraints when taut.
She eyed all of us, one-by-one, then lifted her lips into a snarl.
Feeling this wolf’s anger and rejection in that rumbling sound made me swallow against the jolting pain running through my collar.
Her presence was enough to override my instinct to avoid pain. Instead, I grunted as I clawed my fingers into the stone and tried to work my way toward her.
My wolf howled in the back of my mind. We’d used up far too much of our energy for him to emerge right now and run free with this gorgeous creature, but I wanted to simply touch her.
Feel her.
Show her that she was everything I’d ever looked for in a mate.
Who is this incredible creature?
She snarled again at my attempt to reach her. I understood her reservations. I’d attached the alpha of her pack, but she seemed too young to have been alive during the war. She’d been born on the wrong side of the border.
I would save her. I would run with her during the next High Moon and...
When the white-haired alpha stepped behind her, I hesitated.
His wounds weren’t completely healed, but he’d recovered.
The last thing I’d seen was him facing an army of Hunters on his own while he was in his wolf form.
After putting all of us down first.
His strength had to come from the stolen magic from that damned human.
Then… he knelt and ran his fingers through the white wolf’s fur.
My heart dropped.
Because I realized that no wolf should have eyes without a shifter’s mark.
And there was no gold surrounding her iris even though I could practically smell the Goddess’s magic wafting from her.
Which only meant one thing.
This beautiful wolf that made my soul howl…
Washer.
The human I had rejected.
KATLYN
I felt the first flickering of my wolf when realization entered the alpha’s eyes.
