Page 115 of Scarred Savages
“You’re not a wolf, Luna,” Hudson says gently.
I blink. “What? Then what am I?”
“A cat.”
“Awhat?”
“You’re a cat shifter.”
“A cat?” My mind racesas I try to put the puzzle pieces together. “Like a lioness? A jaguar?”
That would be cool. Different, but cool.
Hudson shakes his head, his expression maddeningly gentle. “More like a domestic cat.”
“A domestic cat?” I repeat dumbly. “Like… meow, meow, litter box, yarn ball?”
“A very pretty one,” Ethan adds, as if that helps. “Silver, like your hair.”
“And extra soft,” Oli pitches in, adds. “Just like me… Not that I petted you or anything.” His cheeks turn red.
I look down at my hands, half expecting them to have transformed into paws.
A cat. Not a wolf. After all this time thinking…
“But that’s not possible,” I argue. “My parents were wolves. My name is Luna, for God’s sake. Who names a cat shifter after the moon?”
Another loaded glance bounces between the men.
“Why are you all looking at me like that?” I demand. “And why are you sniffing me? Cut it out!”
Axel moves closer, inhaling deeply. “You smell different, Wildcat.” His voice drops to a husky rumble that vibrates through my newly sensitive hearing.
“Different, how?”
“Like…” He seems to struggle for words, which is unusual for blunt, say-it-like-it-is Axel. “Like sugar and fire.”
I choke on air. “Excuse me?”
Hudson clears his throat. “Luna, there’s something I need to tell you—”
The door of the room crashes open. Damien stands there, chest heaving, eyes wild. For once, he’s not looking at me with contempt.
“Conrad’s here,” he pants. “The guards we stationed around the perimeter are dead.”
The atmosphere in the room changes instantly. Gone are the love-struck expressions, replaced by hard focus.
“How the fuck did he find us?” Ethan curses.
“How many?” Hudson demands.
“At least fifteen. Armed.”
“Shit.” Hudson turns to Axel. “Get her to safety. Now.”
Before I can move, Axel pulls his T-shirt over his head and tosses it to me. “Put this on. We need to go to the—”
“What’s happening? Why is Conrad here?” I ask, trying to keep up as Hudson grabs my arm and pulls me away.
