Movement caught her eye in the alley a street over. She took one headphone out, just as gunshot rang out, making her duck.
“Visum,” Alia uttered under her breath, the spell gave her a way to see heat signatures. One person lay on the ground and another body ran the other way. She repeated the spell, and it faded as she ran to the injured man.
When she reached the wounded man with deep red hair, she dropped her bag to the ground. She couldn’t believe how tall he looked lying on the ground. Focus, Alia! His hands clutched his chest while he took shallow breaths. Trying not to over-think, she placed her small fingers on his rough hand. A current tore through her body, and the male’s eyes snapped open as he gasped for air, his dark blue eyes turned slightly hazy.
“My name is Alia and I will help you.” She yanked off her scarf and pressed it into his chest where the bullet hit him. Blood continued to flow. Quickly lifting his large form, she checked his back. She found no exit wound, so she knew the bullet was still inside his body.
“This can’t be happening now,” he whispered, his voice gruff and strained.
“Who shot you?” She pressed even harder to try to stifle the flow, but it didn’t seem to be working.
“A young hunter trying to get a name,” he said between gasps of pain.
“We need to get you some help.” She called out, but no footsteps sounded near her. A little after midnight and no one was around. Alia cursed as the blood covered her hands; it looked like there was no end to the damage.
“Damn imprint had to happen now,” he hissed as Alia pressed even harder. Imprint? Where do I know that word from? Her mind searched for the connection, but Olsen’s breath grew staggered, bringing her focus on him.
“What is your name?” Alia asked, trying to distract him.
“Olsen.” His eyes fluttered closed, sending Alia into a panic.
“Olsen, I need you to keep your eyes open.” He kept them open for a moment. “No, no you can’t die on me.” Anger filled her body as she weighed her options. If she used stronger magic, she would have to leave town. But if she didn’t use magic, the man under her palms would die. The thought of him dying made her stomach turn and her heart clench. Why should I care so much about this stranger?
“Olsen, come on. Open those blue eyes. Look at me!” She whipped her head around. “Visum,” she whispered, to her disappointment there was no one outside. Alia blinked away the spell. She hung her head, trying to come up with a plan. No one is watching. Use magic to save him. The little voice in her head had a point. Yet the seekers would be able to track her down in a few days. She studied Olsen. The color drained from his face.
“No one will find out about this,” she promised herself. I’ll heal him, then erase his memory.
“Cassis.” There was no turning back now. Her hand hovered above the wound as she cast the spell. The bullet flew out of his body and into her palm. She set the scrap of metal in her pocket, then took a deep breath pulling her reserve of strength and magic. She tried to mentally prepare herself, knowing this spell would take a lot out of her.
“Valetudo basar.” Her strong voice grew a bit louder than before as she held her right hand over the entry wound. She repeated the words three times to keep the spell going. Power pulsed from her body as a white light emitted from her hand. Slowly, the hole shrank to nothing, the bleeding stopped, and Olsen took a deep steady breath. Alia collapsed onto Olsen, her breath coming in short pants and her head spinning from the amount of energy she gave for the spell. The sound of his steady heartbeat met her ear as she rested on his muscular chest.
The little strength she had left she used to sit next to Olsen. She took another deep inhale of the cool night air. Her hand moved to his forehead, then she uttered one final spell.
“Animus.” Alia held her hand there for a quick moment, any longer and she would delete more than the night’s events. She fumbled back, separating them. The stones below Alia sucked away the little warmth she had left. She grabbed her bag and used the wall to stand, then slowly stumbled out of the alley toward her car. Alia knew the memory spell would only work if she didn’t see him when he woke up. If she passed out near him, he would ask questions that would be hard to avoid. She pulled the last of her strength, and poured herself into the driver’s seat of her piece of shit car. Alia jammed her finger onto the switch to lean the seat back, then she let the exhaustion take her.
I hope Olsen is okay there. She worried about the seekers finding her as sleep took over.
CHAPTER TWO
Olsen
Olsen opened his eyes to find the stars fading while the sun started to rise. His phone buzzed, then stopped. Olsen moved his hand to his chest. A small hole in his shirt was the only evidence a young hunter punk had actually pulled a gun and shot him. The little bastard managed to catch Olsen on his run for the night. Olsen had planned on going to Derrick’s house after the run to play cards with him and Aiden. He tried to remember who had helped him, but a sudden migraine hit, and pain radiated at the back of his skull. One thing he knew in his bones, he had imprinted with a woman, but he couldn’t recall her face. Her scent still lingered in the alleyway. As a werewolf, his sense of smell was amazing compared to a human. His phone buzzed once more in his back pocket. Olsen pulled his IPhone out to find a picture of his alpha, Derrick, on the screen.
“Hello,” Olsen said as he sat up. Heartburn surged in his chest and he rubbed his wound absentmindedly. He couldn’t believe the bastard actually shot him. You did screw his sister, dumb ass. Dried blood covered his shirt, making it stiff.
“What the hell happened last night? Why didn’t you come over after your run?” Derrick’s angry voice filled his ear.
I’m stronger than this. This won’t fucking happen again. “Well, a hunter shot me with a silver bullet, and after that, I have no freaking clue. My memory is hazy as fuck.” He looked around and noticed a scarf with dried blood caked into it. The strong feminine scent filled his nose.
“How did you survive a gunshot like that?”
“I don’t know. A female was here, but I can’t remember what she looks like or what the hell she did.”
“Find her and figure it out.” The line died. Olsen slowly moved his aching body to a standing position. Once he knew for sure he wouldn’t collapse, he inhaled her sweet citrus scent. He shoved the dirty scarf into his jacket, then followed the trail to a parking lot. The scent lingered there, but no one was in sight. He cursed under his breath, then looked at his watch. It was close to seven and he wanted to find her, then sleep.
He took another deep inhale to clear his mind. Olsen let her wonderful scent fill him, giving him strength. Half of him wanted to go home and sleep, come back fresh. The other half wanted to find this woman who had saved him and mate straight away. His cock stirred at the idea. He had issues sorting the difference between her scent and at least three other females. Sleep for two hours and start over, he decided after he lost the scent coming from the hospital.
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Did you love Celina? Then you should read Blood Moon by McKayla Schutt!
Maria planned to become the Mayor of Austin, Nevada but she didn’t expect to get the position by default. As the Interim Mayor, she must meet the local alpha, Derrick. Sparks fly and the imprint bond threatens to destroy everything she has worked for. In her mind a Mayor can’t be compromised and being the alpha’s mate would do just that. Choosing between her career and the alpha will be the hardest choice she has to make.
Being the alpha, Derrick needs to find a mate and have children to pass the alpha gene. When the imprint connects him to a woman who doesn’t want to settle down he must find a way to convince her otherwise. When secrets about Maria’s family pop up, Derrick must keep his cool so Maria will stay safe. Neither his wolf or his human side will let Maria go without a fight.
***This is an erotica story- This is part of a series but this book can be read as a stand alone ***
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