Maikoda: Power of the Moon (Blue Moon Trilogy Book 2) Read Free

had she lost her job, but she had gotten arrested and was almost killed by the Were and her pack. As distasteful as the idea of killing was, she would not hesitate to end Suzette if she got the chance again. 
                  She broke out of her reverie as Brett pulled her closer and rested his head atop hers. 
                  “I can’t wait for this shit to be over,” he whispered.
                  She agreed. But until then, they had to remain vigilant to ensure their safety. Her ears perked up as she heard her name whispered on the wind and she reluctantly removed herself from his embrace. Martin was waiting. 
                  “Come on; Martin’s ready. Let’s see what he has to say,” she grabbed Brett’s hand, drawing him closer.
                  The bright of the morning suddenly disappeared as they entered the darkened house. The long hallway was shrouded in darkness and Layla switched to her NightSight to help her navigate the space, her pupils dilated to help her see. Reaching the kitchen on the other side of the house, she smiled as her aunt greeted them warmly.
                  “Breakfast is on the table.” The older blonde motioned to the small table that contained a platter of biscuits and scrambled eggs.
                  Brett grinned at her as he made a beeline for the food. “You are officially my second favorite woman.” He stopped only to snag a napkin, before he piled his plate high and pulled out a chair to sit, snagging her arm, effectively pulling her into his lap as he ignored Martin’s not so subtle look. 
                  She also avoided Martin’s look. Right now, it seemed as if there was a battle of wills between Martin and Brett. Even though it was clear how she felt about the younger man, Martin felt Brett hadn’t earned his place. Not quite yet.  But that was not her battle; she would let them hash it out.
                  “Layla, there are enough chairs for you to have a seat.”
                  Her face flamed at her aunt’s pointed remark, the other woman nodding towards Nali, Layla’s adopted cousin, who sat watching them. Slipping off Brett’s lap, she sat in a chair next to him.
                  “Sorry, Susan,” Brett apologized before she could say anything. “Poor manners on my part. I promise to show more respect in the future.” 
                  Susan nodded and flashed a smile at the couple. “It’s okay. I understand young love, but you have to set an example.” 
                  Her eyes slid quickly towards Martin who was leaning against the countertop intently studying a map in his hands. “But I am happy for you two. Perhaps when this is over, things can be different.”
                  Layla nodded. She knew what her aunt was trying to say. Nali had seen more in her five years than most people had seen in their lifetimes. Not only had Suzette destroyed Layla’s childhood, she had destroyed Nali’s as well when she killed the girl’s foster parents. Only their intervention and her aunt’s connections had saved the young Were from death. She leaned over and chucked the little girl on the chin. Nali’s bright green eyes stared back at her. 
                  “You doing okay kiddo?” she asked, not surprised at Nali’s slow nod. The little girl rarely talked since being rescued almost a month ago and it seemed as if she was taking an unusually long time to recover. She smiled and ruffled the girl’s hair and was rewarded with a small smile in return, which disappeared almost instantly. 
                  Martin cleared his throat and Layla turned her attention back to him. He looked purposely at Susan who gathered Nali to her bosom, the child’s dark hair a stark contrast to the woman’s fair skin.
                  “Let’s go watch