Moon Child (The Year of the Wolf #2) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,86
hope.
In the adrenaline buzz of the battle, of the war, as I killed and attacked the endless swathes of hyenas, who felt as if they were a wave of ants cresting a hill as we shredded them into dust, I felt the totem’s power once the supernaturals appeared.
Amid the chaos of downed bodies, blood, and viscera on the ground, some of which I knew I was coated in, I tried to find the clan leader.
I knew she had to be here.
She just had to be.
Peering into the crowds for the distinctive markings that decorated the females—dots on their heads and scruffs, dashes for the males—I tried to find one who was being shielded, and I saw her.
She wasn’t a hyena however.
It was a human female.
My head tipped to the side at the sight of her, especially as I saw her irritation at how my wolves and Berry’s were decimating her troops. But as I looked at her, wondering why she appeared familiar, two males attacked me.
One dove onto my back, digging in with claws and teeth, while the other snapped for my throat. I leaped at him, shaking off the pesky bastard who thought he could take me down by tearing into my hide, and when another two did the same thing, I snarled, tossing them off of me as rage turned me feral, as I allowed the wolf I’d contained all my life to take total control of me.
I jerked forward, then swiftly reared back, which loosened the hold two had on me, but then Sabina screamed yet again, and this time, it was more powerful than before. A hundred times stronger. It felt like it was going to shatter my ear drums, make my skull cave in, but the female whose face I recognized released a shriek so piercing, it was almost as powerful as Sabina’s.
I twisted around, needing to keep an eye on the enemy, when I saw Berry rounding up to her. My eyes flared wide, but everything inside me froze as her howl intertwined with Sabina’s scream, as jaws snapped and guns cocked as they aimed at the creature that was somehow my mother, when she sprang off the ground and threw herself into the fray.
Fourteen
Lara
As he veered onto the road and we left the diner behind, the question at the forefront of my mind was why I saw a fox spirit inside him and not a wolf.
So, it didn’t make him a mind reader when the second we were on the highway, Todd, realizing I was about to burst with curiosity, said, “I’ll tell you everything you need to know, but first, I need to ask you a few things.”
I scowled at him. “That’s not how it’s supposed to work.”
He smiled at me, irritating me further, because I could tell he thought I was cute.
I wasn’t fucking cute. I was a freak! I was insane. A whole slew of words, and none of them had a similar definition as ‘cute.’ Sure, I’d been fighting those labels all my life, but I was going to fight ‘cute’ too. Until the day I goddamn died.
“I can only explain things once I have an understanding of how much you’re aware of,” was his explanation.
While I wanted to disagree, because I wanted answers more than I wanted to be bombarded with questions, I couldn’t argue with his logic, so I shrugged. “I know nothing.”
“I’m sure that’s not true.”
“No. It’s true. I have very little idea of why I can do what I can do, and most of the time, I don’t even know how. I just dive in headfirst and figure things out from there.”
He twisted his head, shifting his attention off the road for a second to look at me. I didn’t look back. Just carried on staring at the central white lines as they flashed in his headlights.
We were in his truck, which was a surprisingly nice ride. A total gas guzzler, which had my inner eco-warrior pouting, but damn, it was cool to be this high up and with the space of a whole seat between me and him. Instead of my beat-up old junker where a passenger would have practically been sitting on my lap. If I’d ever driven anyone in it, of course…
As fancy as all the room was, something in me wanted no space between us. And when I said no space, I meant even clothes were too much. Which was something I’d never felt before.