Page 60 of Moon Cursed
But it was inevitable the wolf in my mate-circle would find out what I’ve been up to.
It’s time that I step back and let fate play her card.
When the High Moon rises, I will not interfere.
This will be where it all ends.
Or… it’ll be where it begins.
- Dante,
Hunter and Virtue to the Third Champion of Calamity
KATLYN
Groaning, I curled into a ball and wished that I would finally die.
Everything hurt.
I’d been separated from my wolf—aside from the few instances I’d counted where I could barely make out her whispers paired with the panicked screams of my mates.
There had been four, maybe, where I had been able to hear her?
Andthem, too.
Not just Kane, although his voice seemed the clearest on those nights. The others were there, too, telling me that they were coming for me and I just had to be patient.
“I’m going insane,” I mourned as I rolled onto my back. The unforgiving ground burned underneath my ragged spine and I stared into an empty sky.
It was a strange place that the Hunter had brought me to. My senses told me that we were deep underground, but at the same time an open space spanned out before me.
It wasn’t the sky of my world.
This place held no clouds, no wind, and no sound.
Not even birds or the crackling of dead leaves graced my ears.
My magic that had burned so brightly after my bonding with Kane had fizzled to almost nothing. If the power of the Goddess was still inside me, she was trying to keep me alive.
I wasn’t sure why. I’d completely and utterly failed.
Tears streamed down my cheeks and sizzled against the unforgiving heat that made the air around me shimmer. It was so hot here and it never let up. I prayed for even the slightest breeze to cool my skin. I’d lost the ability to sweat some time ago and my tongue cracked over as I pressed it against the roof of my dry mouth.
The Hunter had deprived me of food and water. Had I still been human, I would have died.
He had told me that he was going to save me, but perhaps that was some other form of strange torture he had planned for me.
To confuse me?
Hadn’t he tried to kill me multiple times before?
The wound that burned just beneath my heart refused to fully heal. He’d tried to stab me that night I’d been taken. Actions spoke louder than words, so I knew I shouldn’t believe his claim that he meant me no harm.
I’d gone over the moment again and again in my mind.
He’d been aiming for my heart. I had no doubt, and he’d cursed as if he’d missed.
But how could such a supernaturalmiss?He didn’t strike me as one who ever failed to hit his target.
