Page 6 of Wolf Bonded (Rejected Moons 2)

“I didn’t say that.”

“I know what shifters think about Moon Casters. It’s not a secret.”

“Well, I think you use moon magic.”

“We do.”

“But I guess I wasn’t expecting you to also be…”

“People?”

“That sounds terrible.”

“I didn’t think of shifters as people either. Not at first. Not until I started watching them and realized not everyone is like that gang that tried to kill you.Youseem pretty normal.”

She grins. “For a shifter.”

“Maybe we could actually get used to each other.”

“Well, you never know,” she says. “Maybe we could.”

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MILO

“Weshouldjustgo,”Nate says. “As soon as Emlyn gets back from her little tour, we should just leave.”

“You seriously think they’re just going to let us walk out of here?” I ask.

“They said they would,” he points out. “They said we weren’t prisoners here.”

“Oh, okay,they said. You just believe them?”

“I don’t know what I believe,” Nate says. “But I don’t like it here. And I don’t like that guy. Wilder. I don’t trust him.”

“I thought you said you wanted to see where this went,” I say. “I thought you were ready to trust him because he’d saved our lives.”

I’m playing devil’s advocate, mostly to see what Nate will say. The truth is that I completely get the impulse to get the fuck out of here. I never thought I would have to be in the middle of a coven’s territory again.

Although this coven is not like what I remember.

I remember a lot more spell work. I remember midnight ceremonies under the moonlight and a kind of spooky chanting that, even as a kid, made me feel like an outsider.

It’s different here.

I actuallyaman outsider here, but it just doesn’t feel quite ascreepysomehow.

Probably because the sun is still up. I bet when the moon rises, this coven gets just as weird as any other.

“He saved our lives because he wants you and Emlyn for something,” Nate says. “You heard how he talked about you. About the fact that you’re hybrids.”

“We are hybrids.”

“Damn it, Milo. You understand what I’m saying. There’s something not right about this guy.”

I sigh and sit down on the bed. We’ve taken our conversation into the bedroom, mostly so that we can have a closed door between ourselves and the rest of the coven. I don’t actually think the presence of the door matters—it’s not soundproof and it doesn’t have a lock—but whatever. It feels better to have it there.

“Do you think we could get away?” Nate asks.

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