Saving a Wolf: Moonbound Series, Book Six by Krystal Shannan, Camryn Rhys Page B

that would save his life and curse him at the same time. “Cinniúint mé glaoch ar do ainm. Banna de mheon mac tíre ar a anam. Nacht an fear seo le draíocht agus a dhéanamh air do laoch. Ón lá seo go dtí a bhás beidh sé a bheith ar cheann de do roghnaithe. Ceangailte leis an ghealach. Ceangailte leis an draíocht.”
    The Moonbound curse had been passed from mother to daughter for centuries. It was a choice only a female werewolf had to face, if she fell in love with a human. It was also the only way to heal him fast enough to get them both off this island alive.
    “Live for me, Luther. Come back to me.” She kissed his lips, praying the magick would take hold in time.
    Maggie stood, putting gentle pressure on her already healing ankle. She had to get to Faye before the guards did. Stripping out of her clothes, she shifted and ran.

    L uther rolled to one side and coughed. What had just happened?
    His whole body hurt, and hummed with energy at the same time. His left arm, which had been numb with pain, suddenly felt almost usable. He swiveled his head around, but nausea burbled up inside him.
    So much pain. He turned onto his stomach and breathed into the dirt. Get a grip, man. It’s temporary. Get up.
    He tried to remember what had happened. A thud when the Jeep had hit him, and he’d been in the air, then on the ground. But what? How could he be functional after that? He should be dead.
    A scream tore through the air and echoed toward him.
    Maggie.
    Faye .
    Raw energy surged through him and he was on his feet, limping along the road, doing his best to run. Every step he took, it seemed to get easier. Before he knew what he was doing, he was running.
    What the hell was going on?
    He stumbled across the crest of the hill and then down toward the dock. Just at the base, where the packed earth turned into sand, he saw the jeep parked, its headlights shining down toward the boathouse. The lights flickered as bodies moved right in front of them.
    Luther couldn’t make out what was happening, but as he got closer, he heard the snarl of Maggie’s wolf.
    One of the men yelled—if they were really men at all. After what he’d seen on the island, he wouldn’t have been surprised to find another couple of teenagers fighting Maggie and Faye.
    A gunshot made a loud crack sound and his pulse surged. He could feel something pressing against his skin. From the inside .
    What the damn hell?
    Another crack , and Faye yelped. Luther could just make out Maggie’s wolf jumping on the man with the gun with a vicious snarl.
    She was still alive .
    His muscles screamed to life and he ran at top speed, ignoring the thrumming pain. He unwrapped the sheet from around his arm that hampered its range of motion. He just needed to get to Maggie.
    When he reached the jeep, he saw one of the guards on the ground near the front wheel. His throat was a dark mess and he wasn’t moving.
    “Please, don’t kill me!” a male voice shouted. Luther’s eyes traveled to its source and another young guard was on the ground about ten feet away, his hands up. Maggie’s wolf advanced on him, growling, with slow steps.
    The young man had one wound across his shoulder already, but his weapon was gone. Faye cowered near one of the headlights and Luther scrambled toward her.
    “Are you okay?” He checked all her limbs, but didn’t find a wound. “Did he shoot you?”
    “N-no…” She pointed to the wolf. “He shot her.”
    But Maggie was moving. She was walking. She was fine. She would be fine.
    “Please. I promise. I won’t hurt her,” the young guard wailed. “Just let me go.”
    In a flash, Maggie’s tattooed arms and white flesh appeared. She stood like a proud warrior in the headlights. Naked and shaking.
    Luther jumped up and ran to her. He slid his arms around her and she jumped.
    Her eyes flashed wide, and she held his face in her hands. “Luther.” Her arms stole around his body and pain lanced through him. “Shit, I’m sorry.