Resisting the Moon (Royal Shifters #2)(35)

“Your father was a sick bastard. I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

He burst out laughing. “I guess not. Don’t worry though, you’ll get to see just what I’m capable of. What makes it even better is that you’re mated to the one man I’ve been hunting for the past thirty years. Did you know he was the one who killed my father?”

I could still see Sebastian’s visions in my mind. He’d killed Vincent, but I had no clue why. Why had he been in California when he was supposed to be in Canada? And there was still the mystery of the red-haired girl.

“I didn’t know,” I answered honestly. “Sebastian wasn’t associated with my pack. His agenda was all his own.”

His eyes flared. “We would’ve won if it wasn’t for him. He’s going to pay for his actions.”

My blood boiled. “What about what you did? Your father’s the one who led the attack on my people over his greed.” I snorted in disgust. “If anyone deserves vengeance, it’s us. You’re the one who’s going to pay.”

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” He moved closer, twirling one of my curls around his finger. Feeling him touch me made me sick. “You see,” he whispered in my ear, “I always get what I want. Wherever you are, Finn will follow. My men smelled him in the woods. If you tell me where he is, I’ll make your death as painless as possible.”

Everything inside of me trembled in rage. “Fuck off,” I spat.

His jaw clenched. “You might regret saying that come tonight. We’ll see how long you last.”

Heart pounding, I turned away from him and kept my gaze out the window. Fear crept its way up my spine and I hated myself for feeling it. I didn’t want to be afraid, but something about his words terrified me.

“I’m going to get you out of this,” Sebastian said. “Both you and Amelie.”

“How is she?”

“Not good. I can’t imagine what that f*ckhead’s done to her. If he’s truly like his father, we’re dealing with a sociopath.”

“How do you know him?” I asked.

“I didn’t. I knew one of his mates.”

“The red-haired girl?”

More visions of her flashed through his mind. “She was special, Tyla, and he killed her. I had to make sure he paid for what he did.” And he did pay. I watched as he relived that night, showing me how he’d ripped Vincent apart, limb by limb.

But what really surprised me was what happened after. The battle was over, the rest of Vincent’s wolves had retreated, yet Sebastian stayed back to tend to my pack. Many of my people were dead, but there were several who were wounded, including Finn. He’d carried him to safety along with the others and sat with them through the night.

“When I knew they were healed, I left before they woke up. I didn’t recognize Finn until just now,” he said.

My eyes burned but I held back the tears. I didn’t want dipshit beside me to think I was crying because of him. “He’s alive because of you, Sebastian. We both are. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here. Vincent would’ve won.”

“And he’s not going to now. Whatever happens, I will get you out safe.”

“Not without you.”



We were in Virginia, headed deep into the woods. The driveway had to be at least a mile long, surrounded by nothing but trees. We’d finally caught up to the van Sebastian and Amelie were in and I breathed a sigh of relief. There was a man who let them out, but then another who bound their hands together. Amelie hissed in pain and Sebastian clenched his jaw. I opened the door, desperate to get to them.

Jaret grabbed my arm, his claws digging into my skin. “Not so fast, sweetheart. If you don’t want to see them in pain, all you have to do is tell me where Finn is.”

“I don’t know,” I shouted, feeling my own claws lengthen.

“Suit yourself.” He pulled me out of the car and dragged me over to Sebastian and Amelie. One of his men wrapped a rope around my wrists and it burned, my skin raw underneath. Wolfsbane. The rope was soaked in it. “Take them to the basement,” he commanded. “I’ll deal with them later.”

He stalked off and Amelie shouted after him, but he ignored her. The look of pain on her face made my heart break. Even though my skin was on fire, I leaned into Sebastian until one of the men pushed us apart.

“Walk,” he shouted. There were four men guarding us as we made our way toward the massive cabin. They were all gray wolves, most likely the survivors from the battle thirty years ago.

I breathed in as deep as I could go, hoping to sense other people around, but there was nothing. We were in the middle of nowhere. Sebastian was behind me, and Amelie was out in front, her shoulders hunched.

Instead of going to the main door of the cabin, we were led to one on the bottom floor, underneath the patio. It was dark inside, with cement floor and walls—exactly like the room Amelie had been kept in earlier.

“This can’t be happening,” Amelie gasped, glancing around the room. There was a small cot and a clock in the corner, the same one as before.

The man in front of her turned and smiled. “You’re more than welcome to stay here again. Unless you’d rather be with them?” he asked, nodding toward us.