Full Moon Curse (by Dream) novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309

I don’t know what to think… I know I can’t have this baby, but I also know I can’t physically kill this baby. I can’t take the life of a child who hasn’t even had a chance. It’s not in my soul, and I’m not sure I know anyone who’d be able to, beyond the witch. Which I just know would want to use this child for evil.

The one and only time in the last two years, Liam and I got intimate was a few months ago. I’m going to start showing soon. I can’t even touch my stomach or focus on it too much. As long as the witch can’t read my thoughts, she shouldn’t know I’m even pregnant.

‘You can’t kill our pup.’ Leah whimpers into my head, and I sigh, ‘I don’t want to kill our pup, Leah. But all I can think about is what this witch might do to it.’ I tell her and she whimpers again.

‘You’re hiding something from me, Amy.’ The witch sneers. I look up at the ceiling. ‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ I snarl back. She cackles, ‘Your depressed wolf would beg to differ.’ She chuckles.

I take a deep breath. I can’t expect anything more from Leah. Losing a pup is a huge deal to a wolf, to anyone.

I sit up and look over at Dallas, “Distract me.” I tell him, he looks up from his phone and smiles at me setting it down. “I talked to Nick.” He says, and my eyes light up and I jump out of bed to sit on the chair across from him.

“Don’t get too excited.” He starts and I tilt my head, “Too late. Tell me everything.” I beg him and a small smile plays at the side of his lips.

“I apologized, now we’re texting.” He says, and my eyes scrunch in his direction. “You did not apologize over text.” I really, really hope he didn’t. He shakes his head, “No. I did that face to face.” He tells me and I smile. ” Okay… So, what does this mean?” I ask.

He shrugs, “I don’t know, Aims. He’s still worried.” He says, and my head tilts again. “About what?” I ask, and he looks at me, then my head. “What will happen if you die again.” He whispers and I take a deep breath at the very real possibility. ‘I mean he has a point.’ The witch chuckles.

“You’ll do better this time.” I tell him and his eyes sadden as he looks at me, “I don’t know that I will.” He whispers, and I reach through the bars and grab his hand. “Things are different this time. You’ll be prepared for it this time. If I die, you will do better.” I order him and his face just falls further, his hand tightening around

mine.

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