Beneath a Blue Moon (Crescent City Wolf Pack Book 2) by Carrie Pulkinen

Author:Carrie Pulkinen [Pulkinen, Carrie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-17T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

A jealous rage boiled inside Isaac as he trudged away from the werewolf’s house. He ground his teeth as thoughts of his Rain spending the night with that creature plowed through his mind, digging up long-buried emotions he’d rather not remember.

He’d needed to get a glimpse of her, to see her with his own eyes. Could he possibly care for the woman after what she’d done to him?

Apparently, he could because the need to possess her gripped his chest, tightening his lungs until he couldn’t breathe. Ducking into the shadows, he leaned against a wall and pressed a hand to his heart. The sluggish muscle beat lightly against his breast, when it should have been pounding.

Why hadn’t he stuck to the plan? A week in the swamp would have been enough time to recover and implement his scheme. But he’d had to see her. Idiot.

After the energy he’d expended to satisfy his whim, he’d be forced to drain someone. He couldn’t stand to spend another week in the putrid swamp when he was this close to getting his revenge.

His spine cracked as he straightened and pushed from the wall. Closing his eyes, he shut out the world, ignoring his senses and focusing on his tulpa. A mass of static energy buzzed before him, pricking at his skin as the entity took shape.

Peeling his heavy lids open, he gazed at his greatest creation. Find me a witch. A beautiful one. If Rain could give herself to another man, Isaac would take another woman.

The tulpa darted ahead of him, slinking through the shadows as it made its way toward Frenchman Street and its eclectic live music venues. He knew of one club in particular that drew a large supernatural crowd—a prime hunting ground for his next taste of life.

Isaac followed his creation, his dirty clothes and the smell of swamp that lingered on his skin causing people to keep a wide berth around him. A woman looked at him with sympathy and muttered something about too many homeless people, and a sinking sensation formed in his stomach. Rain would be repulsed to see him in this condition.

A groan rumbled in his throat. Why did he care?

Dragging his mind back to the mission, he focused on the entity, sending it his thoughts and connecting on a telepathic level. Though the vision was hazy, as if looking through smoke, Isaac could see with the tulpa’s eyes. The shadow figure would need a face—a handsome man, tall and strong. Isaac’s lip split as he smiled, and coppery blood trickled between his teeth. He found one who would do.

The man leaned against a wall and fiddled with a matchbook, attempting to light a cigarette, while his friend tossed a beer can into the trash. The tulpa moved like lightening, zipping through the darkness to rest a shadowy hand against its prey’s cheek. The man’s face fell slack. His shoulders drooped, and his friend barely caught him by the arm before he crumpled to the ground.

“What the hell? Did you see that?”

The man moaned in response.

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