Page 81 of Moon Claimed

I focused on our senses, relying on memory of the grid.There’s a sensor to the left. There’s no way it missed our shift.

I’m glad for you.

Okay, let’s go back. I need to be by my walkie.

I think not.

I blinked.Now is not the time to go off on a vendetta. If you attack Greyson, my pack comes to harm.

If any are near, they will only see a wolf attacking another wolf.

And you think the Luthers will just allow that to happen? I rely on their secrecy.

Human politics.

Politics that keep me safe.

Greyson must die.

Then I hope you enjoy watching Sascha die too,I snapped.

She shrugged, and I focused on forcing us back to human form. What was I meant to do? Imagine my human legs. My ears… and…Where are we going?

I’m drawing him out.

Of course. He could feel where we were.You have access to my memories and knowledge then?

No, those I must earn in time, as you must earn mine. I listened to your conversation with my Sascha this morning. It is bothersome that I can’t also feel where he is.

My wolf circled around the north and south team. I could smell the barricade of their human bodies and knew the tribe were holding strong.

If I didn’t fuck it up, we may have another grid in thirty minutes.

It is time,she announced.

Time for what?

Resting on her haunches, she bared our throat to the waning moon and howled.

I shrivelled and died inside.You didn’t!

She did it again, and I caught Sascha’s hypnotic scent. It stood out from the chaotic smells of his pack like a red flag in a sea of black.

He can’t get to us,she cackled.He’s stuck.

Another howl burst from our snout. This one was filled with glee.

Don’t forget my pack will hear that and try to take you out.I smelled for company and located a small group advancing from the north.

We took off south, settling our pace after a brief sprint. My wolf howled again, laughing as Sascha’s smell remained within the gulley to our right.

Greyson is listening to Sascha,she scoffed.He’s trying to do what’s right for the pack. Loser.

It’s nice to know that’s possible, I scowled.This isn’t funny. I need my clothes and to direct my team. You want to kill Greyson, that’s fine by me. We’re meeting him in two days. Let’s do it then.

They’ll lose another point if he shifts.

Not everything is about points,I said angrily.It’s about winning the game, not the battle. It’s about keeping what we are a secret.