Page 18 of Moon Claimed

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Page 18 of Moon Claimed

I shrieked at a pain in my calf. Blood swirled around my leg and his mouth.

What the fuck?

Did he just bite me?

A familiar tightness squeezed my lungs. Still smirking, the dark-haired werewolf released my leg. Chest burning, I dragged my body upward to the surface, gulping in air when I made it.

Where was the tower?

Body heavy, I spotted the tower behind me.So far.

I paddled in that direction.

An engine roared at my back, and a boat circled me.

“Need a hand?” Leroy held the engine out of the water.

I ignored him, staring up into honey eyes. “No.”

“How did you fall out of the tower?” Sascha Greyson asked, jaw clenched.

How was hedry?

“Someone shook it. I suggest you ask your pack.” I choked on a mouthful of water.

Sascha stilled. “You’re exhausted. Here.”

He extended his hand, and I shoved it away.

Was the tower getting closer or farther away?

I yelped, dragged bodily from the water by a grip on the back of my shirt. Sascha deposited me in the bottom of the boat.

Mustering my strength, I tried to sit. Leroy, of course, chose that moment to put the propeller back in the water. Huffing, I sagged against the wall of the boat, refusing to return Sascha’s intense perusal.

I peeked at the shore, groaning at the stewards lining it, all of them facing this way.

For fuck’s sake.

Sascha crouched before me. “You said the tower was shaken.”

I didn’t answer because my heart was thundering.

A wolf just bit me.

On purpose.

What did that mean? I had to find out. And until then, I couldn’t make a big deal about a Luther attacking me.

Questions would be asked.

Fuck!Were Luthers born or made? I seriously hoped werewolf movies weren’t accurate on the bite front.

I thumped my head against the rubber side of the boat.

Leroy guided the craft alongside the pier, but Sascha didn’t move from his crouch.

“You’re terrified.” He searched my expression.




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