Moon Child (The Year of the Wolf #2) - Serena Akeroyd Page 0,92
see she wasn’t, but kidnapped by hyenas?
Only…Jana wasn’t terrified.
She was excited.
Her eyes darting over the mayhem with a zealousness that was repugnant.
If she hadn’t been kidnapped and was here to watch the fucking show, I seriously had no idea what was happening here.
Berry launched herself at Jana, snarling as the hyenas guarding her snapped at her, attacking in a wave that she easily overcame. I knew blood had to drench her, because there was a mist of it between her and Jana that painted everything a bright scarlet.
Jana had always been self-assured, and there’d been no difference when I’d first seen her at the clearing. But now, with Berry so close to her, that confidence was gone. She backed up, but collided straight with a tree. Her hands grabbed the bark with a franticness I could discern, gripping it as Berry’s snarls, vibrating in my own chest, turned her cockiness into outright terror.
I couldn’t control Berry, could only see what she was doing, but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was going to attack my sister.
And, Kali Sara help me, I had no desire to stop her. No desire to figure out whether or not she should be attacked.
I reached up to rub my eyes where an ache had gathered from the prolonged exposure to Berry’s vision, but when I looked back, I knew I’d lost the link.
Was that for my own good?
Jana was next on Berry’s shit list, so she could…
The light of the moon caught my attention all of a sudden.
It was strong tonight—a full moon. The rays were enough to bask in, to glory in, and I could only hope it charged my men with strength—well, Ethan and Eli. Austin was…
I gulped.
He wasn’t dead.
I just couldn’t talk to him.
Checking in with him gave me no more information as to how he was faring, because I had to assume he’d reply if he was conscious, and if he wasn’t replying because he didn’t want to, then I’d slap him later.
I wanted, so badly, to speak with Eli and Ethan, but I didn’t want to distract them. I had nothing to impart, no news or information to share, so I knew staying out of it would keep them focused, and after what I’d seen, they needed all the focus they could get.
But it was hard.
With every pack brother or sister who lost their life, I felt their death like a gaping maw in my soul, and even feeling my mates’ light wasn’t enough to stabilize me.
Tonight could be the last night we walked on this earth.
It was terrifying and affirming—all at the same time.
I sucked in a breath when my eyes opened, and this time, the moon looked bigger. Stronger. My mouth worked at the sight, because I knew, a second before, it hadn’t been that way. It had been smaller. Full, sure, but this size?
It seemed to pulse as well, and light throbbed around it like solar flares of a lunar variety. It throbbed as if there was a wind around the outline, and the rays of light, for a handful of seconds, lit up the night sky like it was a lightning storm.
I gaped at the sight of it, unsurprised when Knight burst into tears. As I hugged him to me, wondering if this was what Eli had meant when he told me I needed to head into the safe room—and seeing as this felt pretty cataclysmic—I decided to make my way there, only a flash of something caught my eye from the forest line.
When I saw Choi and Lara, I called out to him because I doubted she’d be able to hear, “Choi! Don’t go into the forest! It’s dangerous!”
She twisted around, though, and I knew I’d surprised her. “Sabina? You’re moving!”
Startled by that answer, not only that she’d heard me, but that she was shocked I was moving, I called back, “Of course I am! What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
“More than you can ever understand,” Lara replied, and the cryptic answer wasn’t the best way she could have answered. Not with the clusterfuck my life was devolving into.
“Lara Krasowski! My mates are in that forest. They’re fighting hyenas for you. Don’t you dare come back at me with that kind of BS!”
“They’re not fighting over me,” Lara retorted. “They’re fighting for Jana’s sake.”
My mouth trembled at that. “I’ve seen her. I thought she was dead.”
“Me too,” Lara called back. “She must have faked her death.”