Page 101 of Moon Cursed

Everett cleared the empty plate away once he demolished the pile up of sandwiches, and now we’re trying to find a way to work on Oscar’s trauma. I don’t know if it’ll give us another reason not to hand him over to the other pack, but I have to keep hoping we can help him get out of this.

“I think we need to try a meditation,” I tell him. “Find out why your wolf did what he did.”

I still can’t wrap my head around the past projection revealing he killed that girl. Everett’s killed people to protect us, when he felt it was absolutely necessary, and I know Noah wouldn’t hesitate to do the same, but it’s not something Oscar’s capable of.

He’s an Omega. They’re very rarely capable of lethal attacks. They feel other people’s emotions much too strongly to want to do anything to hurt them.

Oscar shakes the empty soda can. He’s not keen. I already know that.

Everett sinks back into the couch opposite mine. He doesn’t speak.

I wait for Oscar to say something. He asks Everett to get him another soda.

“The cherry kind,” he says. “In the kitchen fridge.”

Everett gets up, his frown deepening as he leaves us alone.

Amanda, Vi and Ivy left the lounge after lunch to do some baking in the kitchen, so it’s just the two of us left in the room.

“I’ve had weird dreams for a few nights now,” Oscar admits. “They start in a classroom at the academy, with that bitch Bianca nagging me to help her. I’ve been to a really familiar field in a couple of them. I can’t place it in real life, but there are woods nearby. Honestly, the stuff with Bianca made it feel like a normal, random dream, but then she told me if I’d listened to her, I wouldn’t have killed that girl, and that was the dream I had during my blackout. I didn’t know it had happened, but she did.”

The hairs on my neck stand on end. It feels like we’re heading toward a real explanation, finally.

“She knew before you did?” I ask.

He nods. “I think that’s my wolf trying to talk to me. I mean, it has to be, right?”

“Not necessarily,” I tell him. It would just have to be Bianca, wouldn’t it? Everett’s ex is dead and she’s still trying to ruin our lives. “You said she was asking for help. What was she asking for help with?”

“Oh,” he says, frowning. “I’m not really sure. She just kept telling me I needed to help her. That she would help me if I helped her.”

“Did she say anything else?”

“Not really,” he says. “You don’t actually think Bianca’s ghost is hanging around, trying to get me to help her?”

“Stranger things have happened,” I tell him. “We can ask Rachel for Silas’ help when she gets back. He sees spirits.”

“I can’t believe it could really be her,” he murmurs, as Everett walks back into the room with the soda. “Well, I mean, I can, but still…”

“You can’t believe what?” Everett asks as he sets the can down and reclaims his seat.

Oscar winces at me. “Do we really have to tell him?”

“Bianca’s been in Oscar’s dreams,” I tell Everett, not willing to walk on eggshells. “She knew he’d killed that girl before he did.”

“You’re kidding,” Everett says. “Bianca’s dead. She can’t be lurking around… God of Wolves. She’s trying to tear our pack apart from beyond the grave. Why the fuck didn’t I expect this?”

“Now that we know, we can deal with it,” I tell him.

He nods. “You think she could do something to make Oscar blackout?”

Oscar gasps, his eyes widen as he looks to me for the answer.

“I’m not a necromancer,” I remind him. “And it’s not something that’s covered in the basics, unfortunately. Silas should be able to question her. He might have some idea of what she could do.”

“Fucking hell,” Everett says, sinking back into his seat.

“When Rachel and Noah get back, we’ll talk about getting Silas to contact Bianca.”

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