Page 85 of Moon Claimed
I’d never wanted to attack myself. She’d betrayed me. An actualpartof me had betrayed me. She’d lied the entire time and put me in danger. Not just me, my tribe.I thought you were on my side.
There really wasn’t anyone I could rely on.
My mistake.
I—
Forcing her into a box, I threw my mind at my human form, away from this farce; this joke I fell for last night.
The shift back was rapid.
Naked, I crouched in front of Greyson and lifted my head before standing.
“I apologise,” I said stiffly. “My wolf decided to take over.”
The enormous creature blocked my attempt to step around him.
Crack. Pop.
Sascha unfolded, naked, to stand over me, and I was so fucking angry at my wolf that his scrutinising look bounced straight off me.
“The marshals are tallying the grid. That’s not a great place to be right now,” he said eventually.
“That’s where my clothes are.”
His wolves were shifting back and stared on in condemning silence. Whatever. I didn’t give a flying fuck what they thought.
Sascha strode past me to a bag. He drew out a flannel shirt, tossing it my way. “Take this.”
Circling, he glared at the watching wolves, a warning growl rising from his throat. They found other places to look.
He barely gave me enough space to shrug into the huge shirt. “Thanks,” I grunted, moving away.
“What was that?”
I couldn’t look at him. “You deserve an explanation, but I can’t give it to you. My wolf isn’t who I thought she was.”
The pine was intense. Heady. Sascha shoved his curiosity back. “I’ll drive you back to the manor.”
The manor? He knew perfectly well I wasn’t there anymore. I peered around…
But his pack didn’t?
Interesting.
“No.” I could find my cabin. Ella F was there. It shouldn’t be far. I’d change and head back to the manor.
Hopefully people weren’t searching for me.
Sascha gripped my arm, and before I knew it, I’d whirled, my claws fully extended under his chin. I latched onto the strange calm inside me and lowered my fangs as I stared up at him.
Gasps rang from those watching, but Sascha smiled widely.
“Clever wolf,” he whispered.
“Don’t touch me without permission,” I bit out.
He released his hold, and I retracted my claws and fangs, eliciting further gasps from his pack.