Highland Moon #5 (Scottish Werewolf Shifter Romance) by Mac Flynn

Author:Mac Flynn [Flynn, Mac]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mac Flynn

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I struggled through a sleepless darkness that oppressed me. My eyes would not open and my limbs would not move. There was a great weight on my chest that I could not throw off nor slip out from beneath. I thrashed and struggled, and hands held me and voices yelled at me. There was a high voice among the others, one that was familiar and yet not. The voice broke through the dark veil that surrounded my mind and penetrated the hazy, feverish thoughts that encompassed me.

“Calm, my little goddess. The pain will pass and all will be well,” the voice whispered to me.

Her words were a medicine that lifted the weight off my chest. I took deep breaths and slipped into a dreamless sleep.

The next waking moment I knew was in the early morning hours. My eyes fluttered open and I gazed around at my bed chambers. The weak light from the young sun streamed through the windows and cast a soft warmth over the room. I caught a shape to my right, and I turned my head. My blurry vision imagined that the Lady Campbell, Tristan’s mother, sat nearby with her smiling face looking kindly at me.

The image, however, was a mirage, and in a moment the smiling face vanished. I started when I recognized the shriveled form of the moor witch.

She chuckled at my response. “And a good morning to you, as well,” she teased.

I opened my mouth, but my dry lips didn’t allow words to pass. The old witch took a glass of water from the nightstand close beside her and stood. She shuffled over to me and raised me to a sitting position so she could tilt my head back and give me a drink of water. I greedily gulped down the precious water, but she removed the glass before I was satiated. I whimpered, but she shook her head and set me back down on the pillows.

“That’s enough for you at this time,” she scolded me as she resumed her seat in the chair close by. I noticed there was an empty chair beside her own.

“Did. . .you. . .save me?” I croaked.

The witch chuckled. “It was partly my doing, but some credit is due to the necklace around your neck. There’s a very powerful magic there granted to you.” She leaned forward and smiled at me with her toothy grin. “And I have noticed you have changed much, as well” she commented. I blushed under her knowing gaze, and she cackled and pulled away from me. “I see I’ve hit on something, but no matter. What is important is your health, and I will see to it that it stays well. I, and the Lady MacLaren.”

“Lady MacLaren?” I repeated.

The witch nodded. “Aye. She assisted me much in reviving you from near-death. The gods wished to have your soul among them, but I knew a trick or two against the poison that that vile fiend gave to you and you were saved.”

My eyes widened and I tried to sit up.

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