Page 2 of Moon Claimed

With the reading of Hercules Thana’s will, a wrecking ball crashed into my already scattered life. For the first time ever, I couldn’t just add the lie to Mum’s overflowing pile.

Because I didn’t belong to her—or anyone—and everyone who could tell mewhythis had happened was fucking dead—or killed by the Luther bastard.

Sascha Greyson would pay for what he did. The life he’d taken, and those lives he’d ruined. Oh, the irony that fate put me in the perfect position to do just that.

I’d win Grids and exile werewolves from Deception Valley.

Rhona took a seat on my right.

I’d once attended a meeting like this. I was thankful for the accidental experience Herc mistakenly—or purposefully—gave me.

Drawing from memory, I said, “The objective is to show the Luthers we’re a unified and strong front. We are operating as usual. We have taken the change of leadership in our stride.”

The head team hadn’t given me trouble—something I could thank ingrained tribe tradition for, as well as myself. Well before Herc’s murder, I threw myself into learning everything about Grids. That didn’t go unnoticed by anyone, and it had earned me an unofficial probation period when I inherited head stewardship.

“Would you like me to put the call through?” Roderick asked.

I thrummed my fingers on the table. “I think not.”

Herc always put the call through—was the bigger person. He’d waited for the Luthers to pick up the phone at their leisure.

Roderick’s lips twitched. “Very well.”

The call was scheduled for 10:00 a.m.

10:01.A phone symbol appeared on the large blue screen before us.

My heart leaped into my throat. I’d asked Rhona if she was ready.

Was I?

Sascha and I hadn’t faced each other since the will reading. What would he do? He could reveal everything about the breeding meets and ourmating, which would see me firmly booted from this job. My only security was that he wanted to be my sperm donor.

Jesus, Dr Phil would have a field day with this shit.

Hardening my expression, I listened to the phone ring for the fifth time.

Seven.

Nine.

“Answer,” I said calmly.

Roderick did the honours, and the fucker himself appeared on the screen.

His gaze found me.

I took in his scraggly shoulder-length brown hair and liquid-honey eyes. The asshole stood front and middle of his team, and I broke our staredown to look at Leroy, Hairy, Mandy, Grim, and Lisa.Alpha, beta, delta, gamma, and omega.

“Luther,” I said.

Mandy’s eyes narrowed.

I had no fucks to give her. She’d have to pre-order one.

“Miss Thana.” The smooth syrup of hisvoice trickled in warm, slow drips down my back.

Yeah, the meets we’d completed so far did a few things to me. Each time, I feltmore. The capture meet had ramped things up again.