Page 122 of Blue Moon Mistress

“You say that was your aim when you made the decision. What has changed?”

“I know them now. And this connection we have… even if I was able to, I wouldn’t give it up.”

Renée watches me and I know she doesn’t like my implication.

“Can you think of any circumstance in which you would turn them against the coven?”

“Of course not. They’re not attack dogs. As long as no one tries to hurt me, they won’t try to hurt anyone.”

As if to prove my point, Thomas’ wolf walks through me, sitting between me and the coven.

My mother’s lips quirk in a smile, but she forces it away as quickly as it forms.

“And you four.” Renée says, looking past me. “You know what kind of power she has given you.”

As discussed, it’s Joshua who steps beside me—the deference to age, or the appearance of it. “Yes. And if you think for one minute that we would hurt her… maybe you need a bite taken out of you.”

I wince, pinching my eyes closed.

But the woman laughs. “As if you could manage it.”

“If you’re not scared of us, I wonder why you bothered to force us up here at all.”

I drop my head to the side and whisper. “Not helping.”

Renée studies him, when her gaze drops to his wrist, it flits to me for a moment before she turns her glare back on him.

“Do you hate the change that much?”

“We hate the change, yes. But that’s not why we won’t let you touch her.”

“Oh really? Do tell.”

“We’re in love with her,” Johnny says from behind me and I hold my breath.

That wasn’t scripted.

But it plunges the room to silence a silence so loud, my ears hurt.

I can’t do anything about the fizzy feeling that covers over my arms.

Renée is the first to speak and her words are far softer than they have been as she considers each of the four of them. “That is certainly something to think about.”

“What happens when the four of you start to fight over her?”

I look past Renée to where Martha Lourdes scowls at us from beneath pink, horn rimmed glasses.

Aphrodite’s mother has never liked me.

“That’s the benefit of dating werewolves,” Joshua says with bared teeth. “Especially in a pack that’s been together as long as ours… we will never fight over her. She will never have to choose.”

“This is a danger,” Martha says, eyes still narrowed. “The safety of the coven comes first. They should be dealt with.”

Renée pauses, as if she’s considering it.

After a moment of that silence, Thomas’ wolf steps forward, lowering its head and pushing her back.

It’s a gentle movement. A warning.

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