INICIAR SESIÓNIn a moment of life and death, I never thought my husband of three years would sacrifice me for my best friend. Pushing me, his loving luna, into the blood thirsty rotting crowd of mutant werewolves…kicking me to my death. Lying on the cold damp ground I watch on as the shutters close on the pack house, protecting the two people I loved most in the world. As the mutants ravage my body, I take a last excruciatingly painful breath….a ghostly voice echoes around me, “I am giving you a second chance to right the wrong against you.” A bright light burns at my eyes, forcing me to breathe again…I wake three months before my death. I am back…I am reborn…and I know exactly what to do….
Ver más~ Moxie ~ “No?” Chloe drops my hands, the loud thud vibrating across the kitchen table as she looks at me as if I have just slapped her across the face. “Moxie… did I hear you correctly?”“You did.” I hold my nerve, my shoulders straightening as I prepare myself not to be pushed on this.“Moxie, it’s no problem. Of course she can stay.” Anton’s voice hits me through the mind-link, the sheer idea of me rejecting either of them something that he would never expect. Instead, he needs to make it seem as if he champions the idea…for my benefit.I cut the link instantly, refusing to let his voice inside my head.Why am I only noticing his manipulation now? In my past life, his quiet commands always felt likeprotection. Now, I see them for what they truly are: control.I crack my neck, ignoring the ghost of a bite mark burning on my shoulder. I force down the memory of them standing arm-in-arm behind those steel shutters, leaving me to be devoured.“I am considering this from a profession
~ Moxie ~I lay still, not even daring to breathe as Anton rises from the bed. His once gentle touch now feels like aburn as he strokes a stray hair away from my face before he leaves me to sleep. Or so he thinks.The phantom pain of mutant fangs still burns beneath my skin. If not for that agonizing sensation lingering in my bones, I would believe it had all been a nightmare.I leap from the bed, my breathing ragged as I rush to the mirror. My skin is clammy, but my shoulder iscompletely intact. No torn flesh, no blood, not even a scratch.I reach for my phone on the nightstand. The illuminated screen shows a date three months before the Luna Festival. Three months before the mutant outbreak. Three months before my husband left me to die.How is this possible?I stare at the numbers until they blur. The Moon Goddess hasn't merely given me a premonition. She has sent me back.My mind races, searching for why today of all days. Then it hits me like a lightning bolt.Today is the day
~ Moxie ~It grips me in the throat, a suffocatingly invisible hand squeezing tightly as I struggle to breathe.The crowd is deadly silent, everyone gripped by the same sensation as heads turn to follow the alpha’sgaze.The screams become louder, the crowd before me now gasping out, panic ensuing as mother’s pick up their children and father’s scurry them away.“To the pack house, everyone!” Anton commands, his command roaring aloud and through the pack link.I pull Chloe with me, helping drive the crowd toward the pack house.“Mutants!” Screams tear through the air as my feet break into a sprint. I have to get Chloe to safety. I have to protect her unborn child.This isn’t a fight. No wolf—Alpha, Luna, or warrior—has ever survived a direct clash with a mutatedwolf. They are a plague, wiping out everything they bite.Chloe and I are trapped in the stampeding crowd, the steel doors of the pack house already starting to descend. I am all but dragging Chloe at this point, Anton right o
~ Moxie ~“Happy Anniversary!” I feel my husband’s warm breath tickle against my neck as he sucks on my mate mark, pulling me into him as I stir awake.“Morning…” I hug him back, closing my eyes and trying to memorize the feeling…it has been a while.This is the first morning we have woken up together in weeks.I moan out in pleasure as sparks shoot across my body, my lower core throbbing with that need as I can barely open my eyes.Today marks our third wedding anniversary. Three years since Anton chose me as his Luna. Somewhere along the way, mornings like this have become rare. Most days, he has left before sunrise. Most nights, I fall asleep before he comes home. Moments like this have become brief shadows of the life we used to share.“What time is it?” My hands reach for the cover, the early morning chill trying to support Anton in waking me up. I moan out again, this time in protest. I was up late finalising the Luna Festival, my eyes pleading with me to go back to sleep, nee
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