All Chapters of Curse of a Lycan Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Just as I had predicted, we were awoken to the scathing creak of rusty hinges in desperate need of attention. And just as I had assumed, I was flung off the bed, to the corner of the cabin farthest from the door. Isaac was on the verge of shifting, growling ominously at the intruder. “It’s me,” a familiar voice whispered softly. “Brandi.” I picked myself up off the floor and stumbled over to my mate. Sparks flew to life when I placed a hand on his arm, and he subconsciously relaxed under my touch. Not enough to guarantee Brandi’s safety from a lycan protecting his mate, but enough that I could jump in and mitigate the situation. “I figured you’d come by,” I snickered. “What’s the emergency?” Isaac still seemed uneasy. Whether it was because he had been dragged out of sleep, or he was still trying to convince his primal side there was no threat, I did not know. But, when Brandi held out her hands and offered several quartz stones, he stiffened again. I figured the peace offeri

I woke up to Isaac asleep on the chair. I grumbled a bit, annoyed that he hadn’t bothered to join me in bed, but I assumed that was because he had not intended to sleep. His overprotective primal instinct probably kicked in last night, but sleep won out. I got out of bed and approached him quietly, not wanting to awaken the beast. Sure enough, he jerked awake when I had barely touched him. He looked absolutely beside himself when he realized he fell asleep. I smiled softly. “Good morning, sunshine.” “Princess,” he breathed out. “Are you feeling alright?” I nodded. I felt fine, but I didn’t think that would last for long. I anticipated at least two more crashes before we left this town. Isaac must have felt the same, because he grabbed one of the quartz crystals Brandi had left for me and demanded I draw out more magic. I sighed in frustration. I’d be out of magic soon enough if we kept doing this, wouldn’t I? He was acting like it was a never ending supply that I contained

Isaac and I shifted back to run to my truck. We were faster in this form, and we had very limited time. To be perfectly honest, I was surprised we did not have any bears hot on our trail, as is.As made evident by the wannabe battle scene, werebears were a disorganized bunch. They were designed to live as sleuths - very small groups - but as their numbers grew, so did the sizes of sleuths, until they were too large to even be called that. They didn't seem to function well as packs. Individually, they were much larger and packed a bigger punch than a werewolf, but were slow and lacked agility. I wasn't sure how they stacked up against a lycan, but I had to think a lycan bear would be unstoppable. The improved size, strength, senses, and reflexes on what was already the largest and strongest shifter would be deadly. It was their inability to function as a cohesive unit that gave other shifters the advantage over them.Our short run was silent. Isaac and I had nothing but unkind words to

The drive to the Royal Moon Pack, my old home, was nerve wracking. I spent most of it trying to decide if I should dump the car and sneak in, or simply drive right through the border as if there was nothing amiss with my presence. Everything within me screamed to go with the former. This car wreaked of lycan, and while the royal pack had an open border, it didn't mean visitors would not be scrutinized. I always followed my gut. It had never steered me wrong. So, a mile or so out, I pulled into the Kingdom Trails parking lot, locked up the car, and shifted. With my clothes between my teeth, I set out on my most risky assignment to date. I had always been my most demanding client. Once I crossed over the territory boundary, my skin began to prickle. There were eyes on me, and not the friendly kind. I needed to act normal. Rogues coming here was not unusual, but sketchy ones would be considered a threat. I wasn't worried about anyone recognizing my scent. If they could even detect it u

Isaac POV It took a concerted effort to pull my eyes away from my mate's retreating figure. The way she took off like a bat out of hell, I wanted to chase after her to find out just what was on her mind. But, I had minimal time. My focus settled on the werebear in the corner. I was abundantly thankful Maise had been agreeable for once in her life and left us willingly. I was not going to be kind to this bear. I slung back the remainder of my scotch and slowly stood. Bram was close behind. He was my right hand man in interrogations, and not because of his ability to tell if the information they were giving us was factual. I slipped into the chair across from Benate. I could feel the jitters coursing through his nerves - he knew our reasons for summoning him were not good. He never tore his eyes from his hands, never acknowledged our presence, but swallowed hard when he realized he was the center of attention. His reaction to no question was all I needed to know. He had secrets. "N