Shadows of the Moon (Black Wolf Agency Book 2) by Jessica Swan Page A

away from the bed, she leapt onto the bed and sprung off it toward him, her mouth open wide and teeth ready to tear into his flesh. She knocked him to the floor and her teeth almost came in contact with his throat when he shoved her face away. She snapped at his hands, biting into one of them. He yelled in pain, and in a fit of rage, he forcefully shoved her away and she slid across the hardwood floor, managing to stay on all fours.
    He quickly changed to his wolf form and let out a snarl so loud and vicious, she was convinced it was a roar. She snarled back and charged at him. He was ready for her this time, though. When she came in contact with him, he ducked, rolled, and threw her hard against the wall with a hard thud and crack as the drywall crumbled.
    She tried to get up, but he was on her in a second, pinning her to the ground and sinking his teeth into the back of her neck. She yelped loudly in pain and struggled to break free, but it seemed the more she struggled, the stronger his grip got. The pain quickly became overwhelming; so much that she didn’t know how much longer it would be until she lost consciousness.
    Then, as the room began to slowly go black, she heard another wolf’s loud snarl as the enemy wolf was torn off her back. In too much pain, she lay there unmoving, only able to partially listen to the fight. Then everything went black.
    Marcus, in his black wolf form, brutally tore into the brown wolf’s fur, aiming for his throat several times and missing.
    The werewolf was skilled, but he knew he couldn’t keep it up for long. The black wolf attacking him was far too brutal. He knew he was protecting his mate. One of the rules in the werewolf pact was to protect your mate at all costs, and the black wolf was certainly doing a good job at it.
    Escaping from Marcus’ vicious jaws, the brown wolf ran, leapt onto the bed, and right through the window, the glass shattering into a thousand pieces. Marcus rushed over, but by the time he made it to the window, the wolf had already changed to his human form and landed on his feet, three stories below. He stared up at Marcus for a second and grinned evilly before taking off, disappearing onto a side street.
    Marcus rushed over to Selene. She was now in her human form; not a good sign. He heard that was what usually happened when a werewolf died.
    “No, no, no…” he said, picking her up and holding her in his arms. “Please wake up, sweetheart. Please wake up.”
    She remained still.
    “I’m sorry I left your side for one moment,” he said frantically. “I thought we caught the killer. I thought you were safe. I’m so sorry, baby.” He looked down at her beautiful, yet blank face. “Don’t leave me. I’ve waited all my life for someone like you. I love you, Selene.”
    Only a couple seconds later, which felt like an eternity to Marcus, Selene’s eyelashes began to flutter as her eyes slowly opened. She smiled as her eyes began to focus, settling on him. She struggled to sit up, cringing in pain. She placed her hands on the sides of his face and ran her fingers through his hair, as she leaned in and kissed him.
    “You had me worried,” he said, letting out a sigh of relief.
    “Why? You can’t get rid of me that easily,” she joked.
    “I don’t want to get rid of you. I never want to get rid of you,” he said, smiling. Then he opened his mouth to repeat what he had said to her only a moment ago, but she gently pressed her finger against his lips to hush him.
    “I love you, too, Marcus.”

~ Chapter Eleven ~
     
    Immediately, as they made their way out to the car, Marcus called everyone at the agency, calling an emergency mandatory meeting. Once they were belted in, he took off, turning on the lights and siren. He wouldn’t have normally taken advantage of those privileges while he was off duty, but he had to this time. Besides, what could be more important than trying to catch a killer on the loose before he had the chance to kill