Page 10 of Saved By the Moonlight (Spicy Teatime Shorts)

Chapter 10

Lily

W atching Jackson’s wolf go feral and rip apart the witch who put the curse on me didn’t scare me like it should have. I can feel the wolf inside of me now and it helps guide me. She enjoyed watching Jackson’s wolf kill the witch and was even proud.

“Lily, I want you to stay on pack lands with the elders, where you’re safe.”

“I want to come with you, Jackson. You say you want me to live this life with you, but you won’t allow me to help.”

He grabs my chin and locks eyes with me. “No, I won’t, because if you try to help, you’ll use your magic, and we don’t know what that could do. Ester said it will make you go mad. I know you aren’t from our world and don’t understand it all yet, but that’s not something I’m prepared to risk. You are my world, my life, my everything.”

My heart melts. How can I argue with that? This man is well and truly under my skin, and I can’t resist him anymore. Begrudgingly, I agree to stay within the pack house, knowing Jackson will have me surrounded by other wolves for protection while he, Asher, and a handful of his men head out to find this witch. This Brighton River Pack has apparently been a thorn in their side for a long time, so their plan should kill two birds with one stone.

A thought comes to mind and makes me ashamed of myself. I know Jackson slept with Ester before meeting me. That’s not something I can hold against him, but it does my heart good to see that bitch gone. My wolf is furiously jealous. Jackson is mine, and I am going to make sure nothing takes him away from me. Now that I’m a shifter wolf, I can’t go back into the human world and live like I did before. The world I live in now is what I need to assimilate into. I refuse to do that without Jackson. There’s an ache in my chest when I think of him. A need to be close to him and for him to hold me tight.

Upon entering the pack house that the pack uses to commune and meet, pack members start coming up and bowing their head to me. They all bow and then say, “My Luna.”

Jackson explains it’s them pledging their loyalty to me and acknowledging that I’m their Luna. The female Alpha of their pack that ranks just below Jackson. It makes my wolf happy to socialize with others of her kind, and I feel more comfortable about staying here permanently.

Not being able to stop myself, I start pacing the floor once the group leaves to go to the Brighton River Pack. If their plan fails, I will stay cursed and descend into madness. Plus, Jackson could be hurt. From what I’ve been told, their Alpha is dangerous and ready and willing to fight. The plan to attack his pack without notice will hopefully catch them off guard and allow Asher to kidnap their witch.

What we know about her is that she’s young and powerful. She’s not loyal to Ryker or his pack and is in fact miserable with them. They don’t treat her well, and she wants to leave but is being held captive. Her name is Lyrica.

An older gentleman approaches me as I pace the floor, my hands trembling nervously.

“They will find a way to uncurse you. Don’t worry, Luna. Jackson won’t allow anything to happen to his mate.”

“I’m not worried about myself; it’s him and the others I’m worried about. If it weren’t for me, they wouldn’t have to do this. They could be injured or worse while trying to help save me.”

The man smiles wide, and his eyes sparkle with warmth. “You are going to make a great Luna for our pack. Worrying about our other members instead of yourself shows you are ready for the responsibilities.”

“What’s your name, sir?” I ask.

“I’m Asher’s father, Boris. This over here is my mate, Astrid.”

He points to a sweet looking older lady who smiles warmly. “My son will bring that witch back and save you from the curse. Don’t worry,” Astrid assures.

Suddenly, sounds start to erupt in my head through the mate and pack bonds, and I can hear war break out. Terror runs down my spine as I tremble in horror at what I hear.

Astrid and Boris come over and put their arms on my shoulders, trying to calm me, but with the sounds of fighting in my head, I don’t dare stop worrying.