Page 84 of Moon Claimed

Hello?I called.

Where the hell did she go?

I kicked and scratched at Greyson’s underbelly, refusing to expose my throat. He lay on top of me and brought his teeth to my neck, gripping it.

Fuck you,I spat.

He shook me slightly, and whatever his leader status gave him, the power battered at my mind, ramming into my refusal to turn my head.

I will never submit to you.

Little bird, beautiful wolf, I would never want you to.

He released my neck and stepped back. I launched at him, latching onto his throat.

Greyson froze.

I didn’t dare relinquish my lethal grip on his throat. I felt more than saw the frantic pulse of his watching pack. I listened to their whines and relished their fear.

I could end their leader with a single bite.

His bloodwoulddrip down my chin.

The thought slammed into me.

Andie,Greyson said wearily,I cannot submit. While Sascha has the ability, like your wolf, I do not. You must kill me or release me.

If I killed him, I’d lead both the pack and stewards. My wolf was right. This could all be so easy.

But the images my wolf had painted of Greyson’s death were graphic. The thought of his heart in my mouth. Of crunching through the artery held between my teeth.

It made me feel…

Vile.

Filthy.

Diseased.

Releasing him, I backed away.

Thank you, Andie,she whispered.

Oh,nowshe was back?

What the fuck was that?I seethed at her.

Sascha and Greyson cannot be separated.

That’s what I was telling you the entire time!

You cannot deny the existence of one.

I bared my teeth. Whoa. What?

That’s not what she’d said up until now. She was all about hating Sascha’s wolf. She—This was a fucking set up.

Liking Greyson is not a must. It is something he must work for. Acceptance of his presence is a must. Today you admitted to yourself, to Greyson and Sascha, and to this pack that the loss of him is beyond you.