Maikoda: Power of the Moon (Blue Moon Trilogy Book 2) by Adrianna Morgan Page A

backed up, keeping all three in her line of sight as she assessed the situation. One on one she could hold her own. Even maybe two on one. But three to one were considerably bad odds, especially when dealing with Kuruk’s goons. Kuruk picked his pack for their ruthlessness and their fighting skills and each member lived up to his expectations. 
                  She wondered how far she could run before one of them caught up to her. If she could make it the half mile or so to the house, at least she would have some help if Martin or Brett were there. On the other hand, if they weren’t, then she would have led them directly to the safe house and to her aunt and Nali, which made her question how long they had been following her. 
                  They seemed to have some familiarity with the area but they still hadn’t found the house.  If they had, they would have simply waited until she got home and ambushed her there. Still, it was damn unfortunate that she had chosen not to take Brett’s car. Instead, she had opted to walk home, thinking it would allow her to blend in better with the other students. 
                  The Weres continued to try to circle her. Layla remained vigilant, her eyes darting between the three as they started to move away from each other, forcing her to turn her head to keep them in focus. She tensed as one slipped behind a tree. Dammit. She lost him. She listened intently and barely had time to move out of the way before he landed six inches from where she had been standing. 
                  She swiped at him and he ducked. The other two took advantage of her situation and rushed in as she swiped and clawed and ducked at the multitude of claws, jaws and teeth that thrust at her. A vicious swipe caught one of the Weres, digging deep into his flesh as she removed a good chuck of meat and then shook it off as he turned away with a howl. 
                  The other two Weres lunged for her at the same time and a searing pain ripped through her shoulder as one of the Weres connected with her arm. Blood ran down her hands and she caught the cry of pain before it exited her lips. She grit her teeth and grabbed his arm as he came at her a second time and wrenched it hard, smiling in satisfaction as the bone crunched and snapped under her strength. She tossed away the dangling appendage as the Were howled even louder than his companion. 
                  Panting, she turned back to the other two. Her strength was ebbing fast and her shoulder felt as if it were on fire. She glanced down, grimacing as she saw the white of her bone through the rending in her flesh. Her stomach churned again and she whipped her head around as she heard clapping. She saw his scent trail before she saw him physically. 
    Kuruk.
                  “Well, hello again little Layla,” Kuruk said, continuing to clap as he emerged from the tree line. He brushed at his suit and smiled at her. 
                  Layla’s face fell as four more Weres emerged from the trees behind him.
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Chapter 4
                  Layla’s hand trembled as the dark Were walked towards her. Kuruk tilted his head to the side as he approached. 
                  “Nervous?” he smiled arrogantly.
                  She held herself perfectly still as he neared. This was it; she would not live to see another day. Kuruk wanted her dead and he wanted her afraid. But she would be damned if she gave into her fear, even if it killed her.
                  “I’m not going to kill you, Layla,” he said, almost as if he were reading her mind. He smiled again. “At least not yet. You have something I want.”
                  Layla