Page 53 of Moon Cursed
And if I wanted to protect those I loved, I needed to embrace my role—and quickly.
“I am the Moon Goddess incarnate,” I told him as I opened my heart and added a little of my magic to the words. After uniting with Kane, the effort came more easily to me now.
The flowers all opened throughout the room, providing a sweet floral scent that made me dizzy.
The wolves all keened in response as if the mystical blooms could intoxicate them in too much quantity.
Which, given that they were sensitive to Moon Magic, was a real possibility.
“You are a Corrupted Goddess,” he corrected me without hesitation. “And I am here to kill you.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond to the Hunter’s vile words.
He surprised me by ripping free of his binds that had seemed to keep him pinned a moment before.
That’s when I realized our mistake. From what little I understood, Hunter magic drew on pain.
And the streaks of punctures and blood running down his wrists had given him exactly what he needed to free himself.
The irony wasn’t lost on me.
Pain glowed in his eyes, giving him enough power to move faster than my enhanced sight could follow. He moved as a blur, coming straight for me.
The room exploded as I screamed. A sharp pain radiated through my chest just below my heart. I looked down to find a glowing dagger embedded in my chest.
“Kaitsja!” Kane roared.
Dante cursed and wrapped an arm around my waist, securing me to him as he yanked me out of range.
The wolves pounced to my aid, but they couldn’t follow where Dante was taking me.
He didn’t move for the exit. Instead, the ground opened up and I sank down into the floor with him.
Finding myself encased in darkness that hid my glorious moon’s light.
SHADOW
My wolf had left me.
While that should have been the most painful experience of my life, despite how much I had neglected my wolf, it wasn’t.
I clutched my chest and fell to my knees when the wave of emptiness hit me.
My rejected mate was gone.
We’d only just begun to make our way out of the cave system after being doused with water and stripped of the remains of our borrowed pants.
“Get up,” the one named Althea snapped, then frowned as she surveyed all of us.
I wasn’t the only one to have felt something horrible happen to our little wolf.
Instinct had me reaching for a nearby Moon Blossom. When I clutched it, I sensed a faint echo ofher.
She was still alive. I felt it.
“I’m coming, little wolf,” I vowed as I found renewed strength from the knowledge that she was still out there.
I’d made a mistake.
