Page 25 of Luna Cursed

Wolf healing strikes again, she realized. Now that was a thought she didn't need.

Ciara needed advice. Bron was in Faerie with Killian, and Lachie would only tease her mercilessly. She sent an update of where they were heading in the family chat before she rang Imogen.

"Fuck you calling at this time for?" she mumbled in answer. Imogen was a 'no talking before ten a.m.' person.

"So, um, I slept with Tor and need to talk to someone."

"What?" Imogen now sounded wide awake. "I'm sorry, did I just hear correctly?"

Ciara stared at her boots. "I rang you because I thought you would be the least likely to judge me."

"I'm not judging, just surprised." Imogen laughed, and it was utterly filthy. "You have to tell me about his dick."

Ciara went bright red. "Monster."

"I fucking bet because that lad is huge. Well, well, you little slut. It's about time."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, comeon, Ciara. You two have looked like you've wanted to tear each other's clothes off since the moment he walked into Ironwood manor. I'm surprised it took this long."

Ciara grabbed her order off the waitress and went back outside. "It kind of just happened. Heat of the moment thing. I shouldn't think too much about it. I mean, he's a wolf."

"And you might be too. Just saying. Also, who actually gives a fuck? Literally no one."

"Lachie might."

"Please. He wouldn't have passed up an opportunity to fuck Tor either," Imogen replied. "This is a good thing for you."

"How? I feel like a total moron."

"Why? Was it bad?"

"No, it was…" Ciara trailed off, her mind drifting to tearing clothes, demanding hands, and the burn of the carpet.

"Haha, that good, huh? I don't think you have anything to be worried about. Tor is a good guy. He's not going to be bothered by some fun while you are out hunting together. You don't have to overthink everything, you know?"

Ciara chewed the inside of her cheek. "Yeah, but I'm still going to. I mean, what would my parents say if they were alive?"

"Who gives a fuck? They are dead, cousin. I'm sorry, but they are. You aren't. You've put enough of your life and happiness on hold getting revenge for them. Maybe you should think about what's going to make you happy. That's all they would want for you anyway," Imogen replied with her usual sucker punch style of love.

"I suppose you're right. Doesn't matter. We are on a hunt, and it will be dangerous to be distracted. After Varg is stopped, maybe then I can consider it?"

Imogen made a frustrated sound. "Yeah, you consider it some more, like you haven't been for the last few months."

"Wow, I shouldn't have called you. You're way too bitchy in the morning."

"You know this. It's why you called me. You want someone to tell you it's okay. It is. Tor is awesome. You need to pull your head out of your ass and see that for yourself. Maybe give his monster dick another go and see if that helps your decision-making process."

Ciara couldn't help it; she cracked up laughing right in the middle of the parking lot. "I hate your advice sometimes."

"And yet you still ask for it because you know I'm right." Imogen made a groaning sound. "You're on a hunt. Sure. Whatever. Try and have fun occasionally too. You're not dead yet, so maybe live a little. You're on the trail of a psycho with a smoking hot guy as your backup. Really, what more do you want in life?"

"Good point. I'm so bad at this," Ciara admitted. She walked back to the cabin. There was no sign of Tor outside. She tried not to think of him in a steaming shower.

"So is everyone. Dating is weird. Focus when you need to focus, but maybe be open to the fun stuff when you don't have to be on duty."

"I'll try. I don't know if it was just a one-night thing to him or not. I kind of walked out when he tried to talk about it."

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