Full Moon Curse (by Dream) novel Chapter 342

Chapter 342

Walking to my death has never felt so freeing.

All this worry, all this pain, I somehow always knew it would come down to this.

I know my angel would disagree. Would fight this, but she’s been gone so long, I can hardly remember what it felt like to be with her. So, if this is what I have to do to save her, so be it. This way I’ll see her, when it’s her time. We’ll see each other again. She won’t go to hell, and I can have her and only her back in my arms eventually. I can wait.

But seeing her like this… That I can’t keep doing. I’m almost thankful the timelines been pushed up.

After today, whatever happens, this is it. We win or we lose, but there’s no changing it after today.

Amy’s beautiful body stands in front of the red moon. So bright, and huge it looks like it’s right next to

her.

Dallas’s hand squeezes mine. “We love you, brother.” He whispers, and I nod, knowing all of them would do this for their mates. They all understand, because they understand what it means to be in love. And with Amy, her being my mate was only a small part. Loving her was as easy as breathing, and I will continue it, even across the grave.

“I love you guys too.” I whisper letting go of Dallas’s hand and turning to take Hazel’s.

We walk closer to Amy, and she turns towards us. There are crowds of witches surrounding us, my wolves surrounding them.

The war’s here.

“You can’t win this.” Amy’s voice echos through the crowd and I swallow at the hardened eyes, the frown marring her lips.

“I love you, Angel.” I tell her, instead of arguing. Her eyes narrow, then soften, “She loves you too.” She tells me, and my heart jackhammers in my chest.

Hazel starts chanting next to me, her words so quiet only I can hear them, not that I understand them. I cut into my wrist with my claw and blood starts flowing to the ground.

Amy’s eyes widen and she flings a ball of power towards us, but it stops before it can hit us. I turn seeing the twins behind us, and Amy lets out a growl of frustration.

‘Attack. Distract the witches.’ I mind–link Walker and he gives out the order. The lines of wolves, some from surrounding packs that could get to us in time, most ours, attack.

My blood drains from my veins and I swear I can feel something happening from Hazel, but slowly the blood loss starts to take it toll on me. My wolf continues to heal the wound, not able to stop it, and I keep clawing into my skin.

I fall to my knees, not strong enough to stay standing and a hand lands on my shoulder. “You’ve given

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enough.” Griffon growls, grabbing my arms and pulling them away from each other. I’m too weak to even fight back. “Griffon. Stop.” I rasp, and he shakes his head. “Aspen’s handling it.”

Power continues to hit the shield, but my eyes move to Aspen.

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