Resisting the Moon (Royal Shifters #2)(2)

“What’s going on?” The look on his face terrified me.

“Vincent’s wolves are closing in. They were spotted about fifteen miles out. I need to get you away from here.” He grabbed my clothes off the floor. “Put these on.”

“I want to stay and fight,” I said, tossing the clothes onto the bed.

Eyes glowing, he growled. “If something happens to me, Vincent will lay claim to you. I need you gone. As soon as it’s over, I’ll come for you.” A loud knock sounded on the door downstairs. “Please, Tyla. I need you to do this for me.” He kissed me hard and raced out of the room. I threw on my clothes and cringed when I heard my parents’ voices down below.

I raced downstairs and my mother’s look of disappointment was evident by the scowl on her face. My father and Finn were already outside talking strategies. “We have to go,” she demanded. Grabbing my hand, my mother pulled me outside to their waiting car. The guys were standing by the passenger door, and it was filled with luggage and boxes.

“What the hell’s going on? Why aren’t we shifting?” I asked.

Finn clasped my face in his strong hands. “I had them be prepared, in case something like this happened. I had a feeling Vincent would come for you. He’s done the same thing before with another pack.”

“And what happened to them?”

He huffed and held me tighter. “He wiped them out. But I’m not going to let that happen here. Now go.”

“Oh my God,” I gasped.

“Tyla, let’s go,” my father urged.

Finn kissed me one last time and stepped back when howling echoed through the trees. “Go,” he commanded. “I’ll be with you soon.” He ripped off his clothes and shifted, racing into the trees. The enemy pack drew closer and I could hear their snarls.

“Tyla!” my father shouted.

Turning on my heel, I ran to the car and jumped into the backseat. We took off out of the driveway, tires spinning on the gravel. We were in the middle of nowhere. If we didn’t get out of the woods, the wolves would catch us.

“We’re never going to get away from them,” I shouted.

My father pressed the gas and my body jerked back. “We will. We just need to get to the main road.” The night was foggy and dark, leaving everything bathed in an ominous glow from the moonlight.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end, my pulse racing. Then, I saw a set of glowing eyes in the distance. But they weren’t alone. “They’re here,” I growled.

After that, everything moved in slow motion. More eyes appeared and what sounded like a thunderous gunshot rang out.

“Hold on,” my father shouted. He lost control of the car and we went sailing down a ravine. I was jarred forward as we slammed into a tree; the car, nothing but a smoking pile of junk. My father kicked his door open and ripped mine off its hinges so I could get out. He rushed over to the other side of the car to help my mother, who had blood streaming down her face from a gash above her eye.

“Mom, are you okay?” I gasped, running over to her.

She hissed in pain when my father touched the wound. “I’ll be fine. We need to shift.” Growls erupted all around us; they were close. I could hear fighting from a distance, the smell of blood permeating the air.

“You wanna fight?” I shouted. Ripping off my clothes, I stared the wolves down before shifting. Come and get me.





Tyla

“Can you believe the turn out?” Bailey shouted over the din of the bar. She was my friend, a royal, alpha female and the mate of our pack leader, Ryker Whitemore. She practically glowed with her whitish-blonde hair and bright blue eyes.

“Of course everyone would be here. How could they pass up the chance to celebrate the little one?” Once news spread about their pregnancy, the party was set up the very next day. I looked around; the bar was filled with nothing but wolves.

Smiling, Bailey turned her gaze to the crowd. “I can honestly say that everything seems to be right for the first time in my life.” I wished I felt like that.

My focus landed on her younger sister, Faith, who threw her head back and laughed at something Cedric said. She was beautiful, just like Bailey, with the classic whitish-blonde hair of the Arctic wolf. Surely Cedric wasn’t that funny. He was Ryker’s second-in-command and a complete pain in my ass. I loved him though, even if he did always find ways to get on my nerves.

Then there was Colin, Bailey’s older brother and a Royal Arctic wolf who couldn’t seem to take his crystal blue eyes off of me. I tried ignoring him, but it was hard when I could feel his power across the room. We seriously needed to get rid of all the testosterone. Having five alphas in one pack was insanity.

“Tyla? You still in there?” Bailey laughed.

Clearing my throat, I pulled her into a hug. “Sorry about that. I am truly happy for you, Bailey. You deserve all of this and more.”

She stepped back and smiled at something over my shoulder. “So do you,” she replied with a wink. When she turned to leave, I felt him, the man I didn’t want to want. Who was I kidding? All of the royal males in our pack had an advantage and I didn’t like it. Their power could draw you in like an addict, salivating over your next fix. It sucked donkey ass.

“Can I help you?” I asked, turning to face Sebastian Lyall.