Page 129 of Moon Claimed
Sliding down the observation tower ladder, I ran around the grid outskirts, sticking to human pace by the skin of my fangs.
I slowed as the shooting grew louder.What if Sascha is hit?
We’ll heal him,my wolf answered, a whine in her voice.
Bile rose up my throat as I saw the scene.
Luthers splayed on the ground, shot by the stewards concealed on the large clay rise to my right.
I watched three Luthers run for their injured from my left. They got halfway there before bullets tore through their bodies
Monsters.
And I wasn’t referring to the werewolves.
I strode into the middle of the gun fight, tensing for a hit that may very likely come.
Stopping near the centre, I stared at the man groaning at my feet.
The gunfire stopped.
“Come to join the fun, have you?” Rhona slid down the bank, a small gun in each hand.
“You’ve gone too far. Real bullets. I wouldn’t have believed you could do such a thing.”
She scoffed. “You—”
“Look at them,” I screamed in her face, making her jump.
I gestured at the Luther at my feet. “Look at him, Rhona. Look at what you’ve let your hate do. You foolish, foolish girl. They’repeople.”
“That’s exactly what I’d expect a dog lover to say,” she hissed.
“I could no sooner treat a bear this way,” I replied, digging my claws into my palms. “These people have families that want to see them come home. They have children and lives.”
She opened her mouth.
“What would Herc say?” I asked her quietly, very much aware of the silence in front of me as well as behind.
“I’ll never know.” Loathing oozed through her emerald eyes like thick mud.
“You won’t. That’s because he used a gun on a Luther too.”
Rhona’s fist whipped out and only my new strength stopped me falling on my ass. My head rocked to the side, spinning me. Face to the Luthers, I battled to keep my wolf from ripping my sister’s head off.
Sascha pushed through the row to stand in the middle. His gaze fell on his injured pack members. Over the blood and pain, I smelled his horror.
I’m not backing down this time, I reassured my wolf.
She hit you.
I know. Trust me on this.
The stewards left their hiding spots on the tiers. While everyone else spent the first hour digging tunnels for future plans, I could assume that this team—under Rhona’s direction—made themselves a lovely battleground instead.
In control, I faced Rhona again.
Shooting holes in Luthers hadn’t done it, but Rhona was aware she’d overstepped by hitting me. And in the eyes of her supporters.