when she smiled, her soft pink lips calling to him and trying to lure his eyes down to them. He
wouldn’t look. He was made of stronger stuff than this.
She was probably reacting on instinct and that had been shaken by wound she’d suffered. He’d helped her and it was confused gratitude that was making her act this
way. To kiss her would be a lie. A girl like her would never want a guy like him, not when she found out the
reason he was here. She’d think he was crazy like the
rest of them did. Like she had. Bitterness filled his heart, 15
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tainting his feelings and making him want to walk away from Neoma, but he couldn’t.
She had him captivated again the moment he came out
of his thoughts and found himself staring into her eyes still.
“I should take you to the docs,” he said but the words were empty, just an excuse to say something in the
hopes of breaking the spell she’d placed on him the
moment she’d come crashing into his life.
She shook her head and her eyes widened.
He frowned at her refusal.
“I’m not a professional at this. The doc should take a look at it.” He saw the panic rise up in her eyes again and she backed away from him. He wanted to tell her
that if she was that scared of going to the doctor’s then she didn’t have to go. He wasn’t going to make her.
“It’ll heal,” she said and swallowed. “I heal fast.”
Not knowing what to say or how to tell her that he
hadn’t meant to frighten her, he tapped his hand against his thigh for a few seconds and then glanced down at the bottle of whisky.
“You want another drink?” he said. She smiled at him,
her lips curving gracefully into it.
“I could use something hot.”
He swallowed hard and nodded. Hurrying from the room,
he headed straight for the kitchen.
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Neoma looked around at the interior of the cabin. She’d never thought she’d see it. It was cosy. There wasn’t a great amount of furniture, but what was there looked
snug and homely. She wished her home were like this.
The cabin she lived in was half this size and was all on one floor. Her bedroom was practically the lounge, and her kitchen was nothing more than an old wood-burning
stove.
She walked a few steps, testing her leg. It was
beginning to feel better now which meant she had no
excuse for staying. He didn’t have to know that though.
She just wanted to spend a little more time with him.
She rarely saw people, and it was an even rarer
occurrence for her to actually speak to someone.
Besides, it was him, the one man she’d always wanted
to speak to but had never found the courage to.
Her gaze traversed the walls while her fingers pulled the fur blanket tighter around herself. She was surprised
that he hadn’t offered her any clothes. Maybe he was in too much shock to think about things like that. She was covered and that was probably enough for him.
She smiled while she thought about the way he’d been
looking at her. She’d never thought he’d look at her like that. He wouldn’t look at her like that if he knew her.
The real her.
She cast a glance at the window, feeling the storm
outside and the lure of the night. It was hard for her to keep from giving in to it. She could feel it in her veins—
the desire to hunt and kill. She wouldn’t be able to hold it at bay forever. The longer she stayed, the more
danger she was putting him in.
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Looking up at the wall above the fireplace, she frowned when she found herself staring into the glazed eyes of a wolf’s head.
She walked towards it, her hand raising up to touch it where it was mounted on a wooden plaque, guided by a
morbid curiosity to feel its fur. Her brows furrowed while she stared into its dead gaze.
Her hand quickly dropped to her side when Scott walked back in. She picked at the blanket, her eyes downcast
and her voice lost
wouldn’t look. He was made of stronger stuff than this.
She was probably reacting on instinct and that had been shaken by wound she’d suffered. He’d helped her and it was confused gratitude that was making her act this
way. To kiss her would be a lie. A girl like her would never want a guy like him, not when she found out the
reason he was here. She’d think he was crazy like the
rest of them did. Like she had. Bitterness filled his heart, 15
Hunter’s Moon – Felicity Heaton
tainting his feelings and making him want to walk away from Neoma, but he couldn’t.
She had him captivated again the moment he came out
of his thoughts and found himself staring into her eyes still.
“I should take you to the docs,” he said but the words were empty, just an excuse to say something in the
hopes of breaking the spell she’d placed on him the
moment she’d come crashing into his life.
She shook her head and her eyes widened.
He frowned at her refusal.
“I’m not a professional at this. The doc should take a look at it.” He saw the panic rise up in her eyes again and she backed away from him. He wanted to tell her
that if she was that scared of going to the doctor’s then she didn’t have to go. He wasn’t going to make her.
“It’ll heal,” she said and swallowed. “I heal fast.”
Not knowing what to say or how to tell her that he
hadn’t meant to frighten her, he tapped his hand against his thigh for a few seconds and then glanced down at the bottle of whisky.
“You want another drink?” he said. She smiled at him,
her lips curving gracefully into it.
“I could use something hot.”
He swallowed hard and nodded. Hurrying from the room,
he headed straight for the kitchen.
16
Hunter’s Moon – Felicity Heaton
Neoma looked around at the interior of the cabin. She’d never thought she’d see it. It was cosy. There wasn’t a great amount of furniture, but what was there looked
snug and homely. She wished her home were like this.
The cabin she lived in was half this size and was all on one floor. Her bedroom was practically the lounge, and her kitchen was nothing more than an old wood-burning
stove.
She walked a few steps, testing her leg. It was
beginning to feel better now which meant she had no
excuse for staying. He didn’t have to know that though.
She just wanted to spend a little more time with him.
She rarely saw people, and it was an even rarer
occurrence for her to actually speak to someone.
Besides, it was him, the one man she’d always wanted
to speak to but had never found the courage to.
Her gaze traversed the walls while her fingers pulled the fur blanket tighter around herself. She was surprised
that he hadn’t offered her any clothes. Maybe he was in too much shock to think about things like that. She was covered and that was probably enough for him.
She smiled while she thought about the way he’d been
looking at her. She’d never thought he’d look at her like that. He wouldn’t look at her like that if he knew her.
The real her.
She cast a glance at the window, feeling the storm
outside and the lure of the night. It was hard for her to keep from giving in to it. She could feel it in her veins—
the desire to hunt and kill. She wouldn’t be able to hold it at bay forever. The longer she stayed, the more
danger she was putting him in.
17
Hunter’s Moon – Felicity Heaton
Looking up at the wall above the fireplace, she frowned when she found herself staring into the glazed eyes of a wolf’s head.
She walked towards it, her hand raising up to touch it where it was mounted on a wooden plaque, guided by a
morbid curiosity to feel its fur. Her brows furrowed while she stared into its dead gaze.
Her hand quickly dropped to her side when Scott walked back in. She picked at the blanket, her eyes downcast
and her voice lost
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