Page 111 of Moon Claimed

I vomited, unable to turn my head to do so.I needed the wake-up call. It hurt, but I was in denial about Herc. This is my fault.

No, Andie. But it will be over soon. I promise.

It was nice to meet you before the end,I whispered.

And you. I would have loved an existence with you.

A tear leaked over my temple as I stared up at the canopy, anguish overriding the agony.

Sascha would die.

Greyson too.

Was he dying as I died, or would it happen suddenly to him when I passed? Seeking comfort, I felt for the elastic band under my ribs.

Funny… I could feel it happening—death.

Cold.

I pulled at the elastic band, disappointed when I encountered complete resistance. I pulled again.

Stupid idea.

I closed my eyes.

* * *

Something cool moved over my skin, and I frowned, mumbling.

“Just covering you with a sheet, young wolf,” a warm voice said.

The woman smelled like pine.

I didn’t know her, but pine was safe.

Forcing my eyelids open, I blinked the room into focus.

Sascha’s bungalow.

His bed.

How—?

We almost didn’t make it,my wolf said wearily.

I stilled as she blasted images at me. Me tearing out of the manor. Rolling down the slope. Half shifted.

Dying.

My heart hammered.How did we get here?

Did we black out or something?

He found us. You pulled him to us through the bond. He forced you to shift and brought us to enemy territory.

“Shit,” I said.

“That about sums it up,” pine woman said.