Page 24 of Dead Wolf Falling (Bad Moon Academy 2)

The vile creature disappears, taking Morg’s body with her. The magic holding me in place lifts and I stumble forward. Raven gasps and crawls forward, her fingers slipping in the blood.

“No. Where did she go?”

I drop to my knees, reaching her before the others, and wrap my arm around her shoulder.

“I’m sorry.”

Raven shakes her head. “She’s not dead. She can’t be.”

I shush her, lifting my gaze to meet Draco’s, then Brayden’s, and finally Everett’s.

“We can find where she’s hiding and try to take her down.” Everett rubs his hand over his head. “She can’t hide forever.”

Brayden scoffs. “What do you propose we do? Bite her?”

“Shut up,” Draco says, slamming his elbow into his brother’s side and pointing at Raven with his other hand. Brayden’s eyes darken, but he listens and closes his mouth.

“I’ll do some research. Maybe there’s something in the witch’s texts about this. A banishing spell perhaps.” I run my hand over Raven’s hair.

“Books won’t fucking solve the problem, Carter.” Everett walks to the nearest table and flips it over. “What did your books tell you about this? Huh?” He flips another, throwing it hard enough it crashes into the wall and makes a hole in the wood.

I close my eyes and grind my teeth together, doing my best not to snap back at him. He’s mad our luna is hurting, and his wolf is probably wild with rage. He’s not in control of himself. Fur ripples down his arms, and his hand shifts, sharp claws appearing in place of fingers. Being held against my will was annoying, but to an alpha, it would be demeaning. They’re not keen on being seen as weak or unable to protect their pack. As far as Everett’s concerned, the people in this room are his pack.

“God. Dammit.” He punches a vase off a table, snarling at it.

Raven pulls out of my arms, patting my chest and slowly climbing to her feet as Everett attacks another table. A glass vase smashes against the floor, shattering into pieces as he releases an angry growl.

Draco and Brayden move to stop Raven, but she scowls at them, halting their interference.

“Raven, he’s not in control,” Draco says.

She scoffs. “Can you blame him?” Then she turns around and runs straight to Everett, slamming her hand on the table he’s lifting and shoving it down. He growls, and she narrows her eyes on him.

“Calm down.” The words are a command, and my spine tingles, my body desperate to comply. “Breathe.”

I take three deep breaths, hearing Draco and Brayden do the same. Only Everett fights against her dominance. His wolf is battling for control. Raven uses her supe strength to push him away from the table.

“Settle. Down. Now.” Each word is like a slap in the face.

He growls, but the fur covering his arms recedes, and his heavy breathing begins to slow with each huffed breath. Raven steps closer, placing her hand on his chest.

“Don’t let her win.” Raven stares into his eyes with fierce determination. “We’ll find a way to beat her at her own game, but losing your shit won’t help anything.”

“I couldn’t save you.”

Her eyes soften at his whispered words. “You’re not responsible for saving me, Everett.”

He shakes his head, and I do too. She’s wrong. We’re all responsible for her. She’s our luna.

“I don’t need a savior.”

With a deep rumble in his chest, Everett grabs her arm. “You reject me?”

She gives him a sad smile. “No, Everett.” Placing her hand on the back of his neck, she pulls his forehead against her own. “I don’t need a savior, but I could use a partner.”

Draco growls, and she glares at him.

“I could use a few partners.”

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