Page 112 of Moon Claimed
I rolled to my side.
She sat on the wicker furniture, knitting. At first glance, the woman appeared around my age, maybe younger. A quick sniff told me she was old as hell, her pine scent earthy and rich.
I peered closer, noting the unusual golden hue of her irises. “You’re Sascha’s mother.”
She dipped her head, continuing to knit.
Naked and in her son’s bed. Well, this was about ten out of ten awkward.
“What happened?” I asked. “Sascha found me.”
“With his help, you made the shift,” she murmured. “You remained in wolf form until ten minutes ago. You shifted back in your sleep.”
We nearly died,I croaked to my wolf.
My fault.
Our fault,I said firmly.We both made mistakes, but we won’t let it happen again.
We must figure out how to make this work, she said.
“Is Sascha around? I should thank him before I leave.” I wrapped the sheet around me.
She put her knitting aside and met my gaze. “You may find it difficult to leave. My son is very angry.”
I dragged a hand over my face. “He deserves to be. I didn’t realise what was happening until too late. I put his life in danger.”
Her lips curved. “That’s not why he’s angry.”
I stared.Nope,I didn’t have the energy to leap down that rabbit hole. Standing, I tied the sheet in a knot over my boobs. “I’ll find him.”
A snarl rose from the hall. A lucky thing—or maybe not—that the doorway was so wide because a dark-brown wolf stalked into the room to loom over me.
“Greyson,” I said.
His hackles were raised, teeth bared as he advanced.
He won’t hurt us, right?I asked my wolf.
… No.
It would be awesome if she sounded certain. “Greyson, I was coming to find you.”
He leaped forward, teeth snapping an inch from my cheek. Heel catching in the sheet, I toppled back onto the bed. He lowered his head under my legs and tossed them onto the mattress.
Right. Guess this was where I was meant to stay. “Uh…”
The heavy, wooden bed groaned in protest and he leaped up and lay bodily on top of me.
I wheezed. “Get off.”
He is a very powerful male,my wolf said.
Oh, brother.
I gave up pushing at his underbelly because, honestly, I was tired beyond words. Closing my eyes, I waited for him to relax and get off.
Mmm.He was really warm.