Fox, Morgan - Tempted by the Moon [Moonlight Shifters 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Morgan Fox Page B

the lion’s den, unarmed. Was there truly anything that could comfort her? Not likely.

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    Jonah stepped deeper into the woods, his eyes the silvery mix that hinted at the wolf hiding beneath the surface. His senses honed, he glanced around his surroundings, locking in on anything that moved.
    Sebastian’s scent was nowhere to be found. Either he was not in the area or he’d found a way to mask his unique alpha scent. The thought that Jonah couldn’t track his brother made the fine hairs at the back of his neck stand on end. Sebastian was a fierce wolf prior to the virus ravaging his body and mind. With the virus, Sebastian was so much worse.
    Jonah cringed, wondering what kind of beast he was about to face. Would Sebastian even be the man Jonah recognized, or would Sebastian be the monster, the murdering bastard he feared? Mason could’ve been an asshole prior to the infection. Jonah didn’t know for sure. He’d only hoped Mason had been which would mean there was still hope for Sebastian.
    Gut twisting and rolling in a sea of knots, he crouched down to inspect the ground. Wolf prints were everywhere. Sebastian had been there—pacing.
    Jonah stood five hundred feet away from Brie’s room. Broad canopies of trees stretched towards the heavens, casting shadows that played with his near perfect vision. Rustling leaves and scurrying animals filled his hearing. Nothing seemed different or out of place. If a feral wolf were present, the animals that lingered around him would be absent, seeking shelter to escape the danger.
    A familiar scent drew his attention, and he rose to his full height. He sniffed the air, turning his head from side to side until he was sure he was being drawn into the correct direction. Like a moth to a flame, Jonah moved towards the thick, unique scent. His heart pounding wildly, his breath quickening, he took off in a sprint. Arms and legs pumping, he jumped over logs, stumps, and fallen brush. His mind caught on one thing—locking down on the scent of...blood.
    The same blood he’d smelled on Brie earlier and again beside the fireplace. Yes, he’d kept his complete knowledge of the blood he found to himself. Before he could share with the others, he had to be sure what he smelled was animal blood. Giving Sebastian the benefit of the doubt was easier for him. They were as close as brothers could be, and Jonah would protect him, even from himself if necessary.
    Dominic had picked up on the scent as well and stood hovering over something. As Jonah approached the scent grew stronger until the overwhelming pull of death filled his nostrils. His mind would forever be branded by the shredded remnants of a mutilated animal, large enough to be a wolf that lay at Dominic’s feet.
    “The blood from the cabin,” Dominic grunted, his raspy voice erupted from deep in his chest. “Looks like Sebastian might’ve fought the beast inside the cabin only to discard of the animal out here.”
    Jonah scowled, looking down at the remains—a twisted and torn carcass, an unidentifiable creature. “Wouldn’t there have been more blood?”
    Dominic hiked his broad shoulders. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
    “Great. So at least we know he killed an animal and not a person.” Jonah gave into a deep sigh, glad the creature before him was an animal, not a human or were-being.
    “Yes, I would’ve hated to kill your brother, Jonah. I can assure you I would’ve taken no pleasure in it.”
    Jonah nodded. Understanding that the man standing alongside him was one of the meanest and toughest bastards he’d ever come in contact with. He might have been his best friend, but he was no fool to think he was bluffing.
    “Yes, but know this, Dominic—if it comes to it, the only person that’s going to kill Sebastian will be me.”
    Dominic nodded, “Fair enough, my friend.” He turned on his booted heels, shoulders heavy with tension, and headed back into the darkness to track Sebastian, but turned suddenly to add,