Bound To Moonlight (Sisters Of The Moon #2)

Five minutes later, she stood beside the tall wall that ran around the entire perimeter of the compound. She reached out to touch the rough stone, a sigh escaping her lungs. Now she was safe, she could admit how rattled she’d felt. The night had not gone well, and her handlers would not be pleased. But there would be another chance.

She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and whirled around. Too late. A huge, grey object slammed into her. Dropping the rifle, she crashed to the ground and rolled, her hand going instinctively to the pistol at her waist. She came straight back on her feet, the pistol gripped in her hand, adrenaline surging through her veins. And she stopped.

Wolves surrounded her. For a moment, her mind refused to accept what she saw. Her fingers clenched around the gun, searching for a target, but they were all around. Her eyes darted everywhere, hunting for an escape. She had a full clip in her gun. She could still get out of here.

A silver wolf stepped forward from the pack and padded toward her, tail held low, muzzle peeled back in a snarl that revealed razor sharp canines.

Raising her pistol, Anya stared into its face. In that instant, she recognized the flash of humanity in the dark blue eyes. Shock ripped through her, and she hesitated. She could have shot a man with ease, but not this wild, beautiful creature. She released her breath and lowered the pistol to her side in defeat.

Something hit her from the side. She fell back, her head cracked against the stone wall, and the darkness swallowed her.





Chapter Two





The wolves milled, restless and hungry.

Sebastian growled low in his throat, and they backed away, melting into the forest. He shifted back into human form and crouched beside the fallen sniper. The body lay face down, lifeless, and Sebastian swore under his breath. He hoped to hell the man wasn’t dead. They needed to find out who had sent him and whether their missing pack members were still alive.

He reached out and pressed his fingers against the sniper’s throat. The skin felt warm and the pulse strong—still alive. He rolled the body over and swore again.

His sniper was a woman.

Not that it made much difference, but if it came to using conventional methods to get them to talk, he’d have preferred dealing with a man. Something about torturing a woman didn’t sit well with him, but he’d do what he had to do. Someone was targeting his pack, and he needed to know who and why, and then he needed to stop them.

She was tall for a woman, dressed in dark pants and a dark shirt, her blond hair pulled into a tight ponytail at her nape. It was easy to see how he had mistaken her for a man. From a distance.

Up close, she’d be impossible to mistake for anything other than a woman. A beautiful woman with prominent cheekbones and a wide sensual mouth. His gaze dropped to her chest and the swell of small breasts beneath the shirt.

Her hand still clasped the pistol, and he wondered for a moment why she hadn’t taken the shot. He shrugged, then loosened her fingers and threw the gun to the ground next to the sniper rifle that lay beside her. The rifle wasn’t a model he recognized; he guessed it must be some sort of prototype. Could she be military?

She groaned low in her throat, and his gaze flew back to her face.

Dark brown eyes flecked with gold, stared up at him. They widened then looked around wildly. She started to push herself up, and he drew back his fist and clipped her lightly across the chin. She collapsed back to the forest floor, and Sebastian rose to his feet.

He picked her up with ease, slung her over his shoulder, and headed naked and barefoot back to the house.

Riley, his second, was already back and dressed. Opening the door, he led the way down the narrow stairs into the basement and unlocked the silver cage that stood in the center of the room.

Sebastian dropped his burden onto the small cot and stood for a moment staring down at her. Still unconscious, her dark lashes formed shadows on the pale, flawless skin of her cheeks. Her wide, lush mouth parted with each shallow breath, and watching the slight movement, an unexpected fire stirred to life low in his belly. A trickle of unease ran up his spine. This woman was nothing more than a means to an end. The only reason they had taken her alive was to make her talk.

He glanced at Riley. “Go get my clothes. I left them on the steps.”

“No problem.”

Sebastian turned back to his prisoner. Who was she? More importantly, who was she working for?

This had to be connected to the search for Tasha’s sisters.

Tasha, a powerful telepath as well as a werewolf, was the newest member of his pack. Until six months ago, she’d been a prisoner at the Facility, an organization carrying out illegal research into the paranormal. His group had freed Tasha, and destroyed the building, but it had soon become clear that The Facility was merely an arm of a monster with tentacles wrapped around every powerful organization in the world.