Page 6 of Moon Kissed

The fury in her eyes would’ve boiled my head. “No,” she barked. “Make your threats. Send your videos. You will not be given free rein on my campus to murder my students. Out,” she cried. “OUT!”

I gripped my chair, jaw seizing and clamping down on the pained yowl my wolf almost forced up my throat. An order from an alpha wolf. It was only because I was an epsilon that I could weather it. If I was an omega, I’d have run so fast, there’d be a me-shaped hole in the wall.

“Calm down, woman,” I snapped. “I’m not here to murder anyone—let alone my fucking fates.”

Growling, she scoffed. “Like I’d believe a single word out of your traitorous—”

“1435 Dunston Street, Jasper, New York.”

The rest of her speech died on her lips.

“That’s right.” I slowly peeled my fingers off the chair, sending waves of calm to my wolf. She was starting to get restless—quickening my pulse and making my heart beat faster. “The address to the blessed safe house. I’ve known where my fates were for almost seven months. I even dropped by to peek on them. I didn’t see them but I did see the two measly beta wolves left to guard them.” I shrugged. “If I didn’t take my chance then, why would I try it here on a locked-down campus while they’re surrounded by much stronger allies?”

“Likely for the same reason you killed Castor in much the same circumstances.”

I sighed. “I swear I won’t touch a hair on their chinny-chin-chins. I’ll even swear it on Luame if that’s what it takes.”

A hush fell on the room. Swears to Luame were serious. She didn’t stand for false promises or trickery in her name. Like most of the old gods, she was weaker in this new age. Without the hundreds of thousands of worshippers she once had, she had to sustain herself by living on in her creations.

The werewolves.

But even though she wasn’t at full power, she always had enough strength to punish disrespect.

“I swear on Luame that I will not kill, maim, or harm my chosen fates. Well?” I prompted. “Does that satisfy you? Do we have a deal?”

“No.” Pantsuit turned her back on me. “I will be making no deals with you, or listening to another syllable of your lies. The alpha council is on their way. They will take over interrogating you, and in the end, decide your sentence.”

“You—”

She swept out of the room, taking her entourage with her.

I stared in disbelief that they were leaving me alone until her figure darkened the doorframe. “YOU WILL NOT LEAVE THIS ROOM!”she boomed, throwing me back in my chair with a gasp like my chest was being caved in. “If you do, it is I who swears to Luame that I’ll tear your head from your shoulders.”

She slammed the door, leaving me glued to the seat. Even if I could leave, and I could, I wouldn’t. My wolf was strong but she needed time to recover from a direct command from an alpha of Pantsuit’s obvious strength. Besides, I didn’t need to run from the alpha council. I was more than happy to give them a big dose of blackmail too.

“Calm down,” I whispered, rubbing my chest with the heel of my palm. “What’s wrong with you? Alphas in hideous pantsuits don’t scare you.”

My racing palms and heart didn’t stop. If anything, it was getting worse. My heart was pounding out of control like it was under attack.

“You gotta chill out,” I whispered. “We’ve waited a year for this. We’re so close. Don’t get weak-kneed on me now.”

The blood rushed to my head, sending my hands flying up to my temple. My wolf form wasn’t a separate being from me, of course. I was her. She was me. But my personality when I shifted was so different, it was hard not to see that version of me as my badass, brutal, throat-ripping twin. As a wolf I was all fury, fire, and instinct. I jumped without thinking. Struck without hesitating. Killed without remorse. My wolf form was fearless—

—except for now.

I was lightheaded and dizzy. My stomach twisted so hard, it forced my breakfast up my throat.

“What are you doing?” I hissed.

“Destroying you.”

My head snapped up, chest heaving. One—two—three—five guys walked into the room.

“Or at least that was the plan.”

I dropped my hands—my fuzzy head suddenly clearing up. “Ah,” I dropped, brow rising. “You’re not scared. You’re horny,” I said to my wolf as I raked the newcomers up and down. “And who can blame you.”

Honestly, no one could. I didn’t know who was who to match their names to their faces, but these guys were my fates. Without doubt or question. The hard, furious tugging in my chest was proof of that. My wolf was eager to burst free, tear their clothes from their bodies, and do what we were supposed to do all those months ago on a dirty rock in front of thousands of people.

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