Page 56 of Luna Cursed

Imogen rolled her eyes. "Of course we have! You're our family, dork. You got yourself bit. You're mating—"

"Nope. I'm not. We have a bond, that's all." Ciara knew that wasn't all they had. Last night she had felt it for herself.

Imogen saw right through it. "You're a dumbass."

Ciara laughed and pulled on a black leather holster with two handguns hanging from it. "I know. I can't think about anything else until this fight is over, and I know whether or not I'm going to wolf out at the full moon."

"Fine, but just for the record, no one will care if you do or you don't. That includes Tor," Imogen said. She tugged on Ciara's braid. "He's in love with you. Like hearts in the eyes, mushy smile when someone says your name in love with you."

"I know. What's wrong with him?" Ciara only half-joked.

"You are very lovable under all that hard badassness. You have squishy insides. I'm happy that he got through those barriers of yours. His dick must've been the battering ram."

Ciara burst out laughing. "Jesus, Imogen. I should never have told you."

"True. But you did. And now I'm never going to let you live it down." Imogen grinned wickedly. "Let's go kill some wolves."

Ciara had four silver blades, two guns, spare ammo, and two full canisters of wolfsbane spray. She was as ready as she was ever going to be.

"I don't know if I should be afraid or turned on right now," Tor said, looking her over.

"Be both," Ciara replied, shooting him a wink. In reply, she felt a sharp stab of arousal through the bond. "Stop that, you menace."

"I can't help it."

They were getting ready to start moving out when three silvery gray portals appeared, and Arne, Layla, and Lachie came through one.

"Finally!" Ciara said and caught her brother up in a hug. "It wouldn't be right to go into a fight without you."

"I can't let you have all the fun now, can I?" he said.

"I hope you aren't starting without us," Layla complained. She was wearing gorgeous elf-made armor.

"Thought you weren't coming," Tor said to Arne.

"Have you ever tried to convince an Ironwood to stay behind when a fight is on?"

"Actually, yeah." Tor laughed. "It's going to be good to have you by my side, little brother."

"And I brought friends," Arne said, pointing to where elves were coming through one portal and wolves through the other.

Ciara's mouth popped open. "The Ulfheðnar. I don't believe it."

"Turns out many were eager to fight beside the Wolf Slayer," Layla said with a smug smile on her face.

"Eager or too scared she would come after them next?" Tor asked with an affectionate smile in Ciara's direction.

Arne chuckled. "Probably both. Does it matter? They are here and ready to fight. I think they are all still feeling ashamed because Ciara called them all a bunch of cowards for not dealing with Varg sooner."

Ciara squeezed Tor's hand. "You should be the one to lead us. Shift. We'll follow."

Tor kissed her hard and deep, uncaring that the elves and wolves were watching. She knew he was claiming her in front of them like she had the day she had fought Petra.

"Try and keep up, bunny," Tor said with a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Try not to step into a trap," Ciara replied.

"I'll take care of the traps," Arawan interrupted and sent a pulse of dark power through the forest. The elves shifted restlessly, and some of the wolves let out mournful whimpers.

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