All Chapters of Curse of a Lycan Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

…And I woke up at home. I was cocooned in a sea of blankets, and was well on my way to becoming one with a bed that had been my haven for so long. I cuddled further into the warmth, sighing happily.This was the most extreme form of physical exhaustion I had ever felt. If this was how people felt after they used magic, I couldn’t understand why anyone ever used it. I’d have to ask Blair about that when I got back to the lycan pack. Back to the lycan pack. Oh. Why was I back in Vermont? How did I get to my apartment? How had I gotten out of the spell Blair and I had cast? The last thing I remembered was the horrifying woman pushing me away from her, but that shouldn’t have been possible; my back was against a tree. I had been cold. So, so cold. But then safe. I sat up slowly, expecting my body to hurt. I felt good, though. Warm, and like my insides were sparkly. It was the most complete I had felt in a long time. An arm wrapped around my waist, pulling my body gently back to

I woke up to screaming. A blood curdling cry of distress that had alarms going off in my head. I tore myself away from Isaac’s body and was on my feet before I even attempted to process the situation, let alone what form I was in. The large, black lycan was quick to follow, towering over me protectively. “Oh my god, you’re actually wolves!” Leah shrieked from where she stood in the doorway to my bedroom. “There’s no full moon right now! It’s daytime!” How are you all wolfy?” I let my body relax, thankful the threat was only human shock. I let go of the wild, and my wolf form gave way to human skin. “It doesn’t work like that,” I sighed. “We can shift anytime.” Leah blanched. “You’re naked!” I stared blankly at her. “Yeah. Wolves don’t wear clothes.” “Oh,” she mumbled. “Is that Isaac, then?” I looked back to my silent protector as I made my way to the closet. He was still in wolf form, watching Leah cautiously. “Yep.” “Is he going to eat me?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Why

Isaac couldn’t get me out of that place fast enough. I regretted ignoring his warnings, but appreciated that he hadn’t let me go alone. I couldn’t bear to think about what I would have done - or with who - if I had decided to take this on solo. Incubi and succubi fed on sex energy, turning it into a volatile and unforgiving magic. Alone, they were easy enough to deal with. In an environment where there was too much energy to be absorbed, it started seeping into the bystanders. I remembered it all, and cringed at what I had said and done. I had also had an easy time reading into Isaac’s thoughts when I forgot to maintain my own walls. I wasn’t sure if I felt worse for him or for myself. I gulped down magic-free air as soon as we were outside. The way Isaac wheeled around, I thought he was going to yell at me. I deserved it. Instead, he just knotted one hand in my hair, holding my head firmly, and plucked out the contacts. “Don’t wear these,” he grumbled, discarding them on the

The apartment was miraculously empty when we made it back, so we snuck into my room and fell into a blissful sleep. Ig could tell Isaac wasn’t tired, but I was. I was asleep in minutes, and couldn’t even care if he was as well so long as he stayed next to me. When we woke up, though, I started to get concerned. Leah wasn’t around, and there was no evidence that she had even made it back. It wasn’t unusual behavior from her, but she had unusual things going on in her life right now. “You don’t think he told her already, do you?” I mumbled absently. Isaac was the male that had actually grown up with an understanding of a mate bond, so I figured he’d have a better idea than me. He shook his head, though, seeming doubtful. “Maybe they decided to hook up, and he didn’t want to do it under the King and Queen’s nose.” I pursed my lips, still feeling uncertain. I had heard enough about bears to be just a little worried that something had gone horribly wrong and she was dead in a ditch

I expected scorn from Isaac when he learned my real deepest, darkest secret. The transgressions of a foolish child convinced she knew enough to save the world. So many of my choices since my mother’s sacrifice had been as atonement for the sacrifice I failed to make. I didn’t expect him to keep me firmly positioned on his lap and pull out his phone to start making phone calls. Start marking a plan. As if anything they could do would save me from myself at this point. From what I understood from overhearing only half of his conversations, he felt there was more to my past mistake. Something that lingered other than just residual guilt. He didn’t seem to see that all that was truly necessary was for someone to pay for taking my mother instead of me. His hands absently combed through my hair as he focused on his conversation with Bram. New theories were floating around, but as they were only half spoken, I couldn’t piece them together. He handed me the phone, though, and I just stared