Wrath of a Lycan

“We have so many things to do, baby.” Bolton sighed after we made out for another twenty minutes. “I want to just lock you in a room for weeks and enjoy every inch of your body, but we have two major threats we need to kill.”

“Blake and Viktor.” I sighed too, feeling the weight of what they would be plotting now. “Do you think they know I’m alive?”

“Probably. I want you to remain in the pack house.”

“I won’t lock myself in here, psycho. I will promise to be always guarded though.”

“I will guard you and no one else.” He growled.

Before I could begin telling him that we can’t be literally glued to the others’ side a knock came at the door. I quickly opened it praying it wasn’t bad news.

“Cynthia is asking for you, Luna.”

“Cynthia? Where is she?”

“You haven’t heard?”

“No, what’s wrong. The last I knew she left the arena with her fated.”

“She isn’t talking, but something happened. She is at the hospital and in bad shape.”

I looked to Bolton with worry. “I’ll go right now.”

I practically r