Page 173 of Moon Claimed

Yes. But we don’t know where Wade is.

Fuck.

My wolf cut in.Are there any other rules we should be aware of?

None,Greyson said.

The black wolf and I circled each other, and though I had no idea how to fight, this was instinctual to my wolf.

Giving her control of everything, I didn’t sit back but sat ready to assist when needed. As she’d done with Greyson, we danced back, darting in and out as the circling continued.

My wolf’s assessment flowed into me. He’d be a slightly weaker opponent. He’d passed his prime years.

He was older. In appearance too. Unmated.

Not immortal.

His yellow eyes bore into mine, and my wolf didn’t back down from the battle of will. It was crucial to win this too.

We launched across the divide and slashed at his hindquarters. Rounding back, we slashed the other side.

He was hot on our tail, and we faked one way, dashing around him. He didn’t relent as expected, continuing to chase us, a close match for our speed.

Shit.

My wolf changed direction, widening the distance. He wasn’t as agile on sudden turns. Spinning, she clawed down his side, eliciting a yelp.

Teeth sank into our hind leg. Pain shot through us and we rolled away. As my wolf recovered, I slid forward into the driver’s seat and kicked at the black wolf’s underbelly.

His fangs gleamed over us, and without thinking, Ishiftedto my much smaller human form. Staring up at his belly, I extended my claws and punched them into his gut.

I rolled out and stood, naked.

The black wolf staggered to the side, blood pouring from the deep puncture wound in his stomach.

We could heal fast.

So could he.

“Where’s Wade?” I asked him coldly.

He growled back.

I slid into wolf form again and padded closer. She pressed our advantage, darting around him to inflict wounds meant to tire and weaken.

He slashed back, returning the favour when possible.

There.

With no idea which of us said the words, we both leaped for our chance, pouncing to grip the Luther’s throat in our fangs.

Where is Wade?I forced at him.

His laughter rang back.He’s dead.

I smelled the lie but couldn’t help tightening my fangs. His back legs folded, and I shook him roughly.

Tell me now.