Untamed (Rejected Mate Academy #1) - E. M. Moore Page 0,92

this room, it would be over for him. Murder is murder, no matter if it’s over your fated mate or not.

The same man who shot my wolf walks forward, and she shimmies out of his way, but her injured leg won’t move. The pain is bearable, though—most likely due to the adrenaline coursing through her. “Take her to the cell!” Lydia orders. “Johnathan, get your son out of here, and I expect you to deal with this before I get really angry.”

My wolf growls. The man closest to her bends down to grab her by the nape, but she snaps at him, taking the tip of his finger off. His eyes turn wolf, and a rumble starts in his chest, but she snarls right back, yapping with a ferocity that scares even me. The man backs away, head bowing.

Holy fuck. He’s submitting.

She does it again until he withdraws all the way. Chaos ensues, and she again tries to get to her feet. Lydia barks more orders, telling more of Johnathan’s men who’ve entered to shoot me, but my wolf scrambles to all fours and lunges at Lydia, propelling off the table between them, aiming right for her shoulder. More weapons fire, and another ripping agony hits the same flank but my wolf bears down, growling in her face.

Internally, I’m screaming at her. I’m telling her the whole story. Everything that my wolf can’t voice, I’m telling her in my head. I am a Greystone. My mother did what she did to save her mate. Shane is my biological father.

Lydia’s eyes bulge out of her head as I snap at her jaw.

Gripping my front legs to steady my wolf, she stares deep into her gaze. Lydia’s lips curl. True fear settles over her. “Leave the room! Everyone!” she calls out before shifting underneath me.

Lydia rolls my wolf to her back, and wrestles with her, each of them trying to gain the upper hand until they break apart and face each other, snapping and growling.

Her pure black wolf circles mine, and my wolf stays alert. The meeting room door closes, leaving Jonah and his dad, who are still locked in a battle, the only other two people left in the room.

She snarls. I am a Greystone.

Her voice sounds in my head. I’m taken aback at first but fuck, it makes sense. We’re both Greystones, so we can communicate in our shifter forms. I growl right back at her. Her wolf’s look and demeanor—everything—appears as if she’s trying to make me submit but I muster all the power I have inside me and resist the urge to bow to her.

I am Greystone.

Lydia’s wolf’s ears shift straight up, straining. Right away, her stature changes. Her squinty wolf eyes loom closer. My wolf backs up, not trusting the sudden dip of aggression in the air.

Pain still emanates from our two wounds, but she’s already feeling better. Stories I’ve been told all my life are starting to make sense. I haven’t been injured while a wolf since this form is new to me, but it’s well known that shifters heal better when we’re our animal selves. Even so, this healing is impressively fast.

You can hear me.

My wolf growls again. Lydia has backed her into the wall, and she gets antsy, searching for a way to get around her or move through her.

As she comes closer, my wolf starts to pant, effectively freaking out. The blue of Lydia’s wolf eyes darken before her whole gaze widens in surprise as she peers into my wolf’s. It’s such a human gesture in a wolf that it throws me off guard.

Shane? her voice asks in my head.

My wolf starts forward, walking her back. He was my father’s best friend. He and my mother saved my father because he’s sterile. Your brother offered to procreate with my mother so they could have me. I am a Greystone. You already know it’s true.

She sits, lifting her muzzle in the air, her proud wolf features as aloof as her human side is.

You will not hurt my family, I continue. It won’t be hard to prove to everyone else that I’m a Greystone. Jonah already has the DNA samples. If you move forward with your plan, you will regret it.

Her lip lifts in a snarl. Shane is stupid.

That doesn’t make him any less my biological father.

Our silent conversation works. She’s backing down just as Johnathan thought she would.

“We can forget this all right now,” Johnathan negotiates, voice strained. “No one will know what happened.