The Lunas Second Chance Mate – Chapter 85
Alyson
I dream of the moon goddess, the keeper of wolves, and the one deity who saved my life. I see her long, silky hair, her bright cloudy eyes, and her charming, yet saddened smirk. She stands on nothingness, floating through the navy sky, her dress flowing in white silk that leaks into the cloud of which she hovers above.
Bowing my head, I dare to weep in her powerful presence.
oo scared to hear the reply.
g my surface with a gentle mist. I meet her gaze, her eyes squinted in a fashion that makes me sur
idn’t want to pull you back in, Alyson, I just felt I should interject and seeing as you’ve deteriorated in the presence of wolfsbane in your blood, I felt it was an easy access to pull you aside.”
for what, majest
ed. I just think you should know something; something vital to help you.”
should I do?”
ell you that, Alyson. I cannot decide for you the path you’re meant to take. I can only tell you that the wolf you’re with now, the Alpha against you, is wounded.”
vendetta.”
e, but I need to warn you, dear. Olivera is a ruthless wolf. I’ve seen his work. The closer you are to him, the easier it is for him to strike. He is a caged wolf. Understand?”
n now.
poisonous. Looking aside, I wonder if it was an intricate dream I had or if I truly saw the moon goddess again.
hums. “Talking to her.”
it?”
that to my advantage.”
or what?”
.”
too much out of me
You’re a conundrum, and
t?”
help me take down the board,” he says.
ir word, Olivera. That should be enough.”
raked in gravel.
telling you that.”
nt as I give a small pout. He cracks a half-grin, amused, and stalks out of the bedroom.
ge juice, light in color and tainted more clear than normal. It has to be laced with wolfsbane, I know it is, and I hesitate to reach for it.
. It’s hard to pull her forward, get her attention, and I find myself shaking in exhaustion as I battle the toxins in my bloodstream already. Maybe, just maybe, if I withstand the wol
g a mark that carries over his left eye, down to his defined jawline. “Now.”
rop of a cliff, a daring fall below to the tops of towering pines.
be in that direction.
n see his frustration grow, I slip my hand past the glass, brushing it just hard enough to watch it tip over and spill into the tray. The warrior snarls a growl, snatching the tray away, watching me
er, not masked by berry wine or sour juice. I reach for the cup, tossing it aside off the edge of the bed, watching the glass and the liquid spread over the wood floors.
his pocket for a glass bottle, ripping the top off of it and throwing the glass dropper aside. He covered the bottle with his thumb, pouncin
ove, to get off of me, but he holds the bottle to my lips, spilling some slightly, the sensation like fire licking my chin and throat where it trickles in excess.
ion, only catching a glimpse as the wolf atop of me is thrown clear across the room, his back connecting w