Page 83 of Moon Cursed

“Paxton!”

Turning on me, our eyes connected. I looked deep into the cold, dead eyes of a wolf under command and shuddered—nearly throwing up. These eyes didn’t belong to the man who gazed at me adoringly as he peppered kisses on my face, chest, and breasts.

He raised his hands.

“Paxton, stop,” I cried. “This isn’t you! You can fight this. You can—” I choked, hands flying to my throat.

Water dribbled down my chin, flowing free from my filling throat—flooding out the very idea of air.

“Paxton, please, don’t. Paxton!” The scream resounded through my mind.

Paxton jerked, hands dropping and eyes clear. “Daze?”

Paxton ripped off his feet, sailing over my head. “Ahhh!”

Edric’s wind blast carried him off as Edric ran to me, reaching—

A large, heavy, wooden wrecking ball slammed into Edric, crushing him between it and the unforgiving stone wall. He crumpled into a bloody heap, leaving nothing but his imprint in the crumbling stone.

He didn’t get up.

“Edric!”

“Kill the high priestess.”

“Put down the metal wolves.”

“Attack the epsilons.”

“Obey the alphas now and forever.”

“Alphas on top.”

“Alphas rule!”

I pushed myself up on shaky hands and knees, spewing the remains of the water on the floor. All around me, the world plunged into a nightmare.

Friends turned on friends. Allies attacked allies.

Tracy and Nia tackled Ava, pummeling the girl within an inch of her life when just the night before, they stayed up late watching movies and drinking margaritas.

The betas on my side tried to help but were quickly overwhelmed by the betas on Orion’s and Badr’s side. Their powers of persuasion didn’t work on each other, but their claws did.

Davis bellowed as Lucy opened deep, weeping wounds across his chest.

“How about me for your harem?” Lucy taunted, fangs piercing her bottom lip. “Traitor.”

“Please. An ugly bitch like you? I’ve got standards.”

“Argh!” Lucy kicked in his chest, throwing him off his feet.

I cried out as he crashed onto the dining table, and flipped it, the plates, foods, and utensils onto himself. Good comeback, but Davis paid for it dearly.

Metal wolves incased their skin in steel, protecting themselves as they fled for the jam-packed exit. All of them including Zarina Bankole, my metal wolf ally and secret friend who asked me to protect her identity so she wouldn’t become a target and get thrown out of the pack like both her parents were.

I promised her that protection—

A sun wolf skidded in front of her, blasting her full in the face before she could blink.

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