Free An Unlucky Moon by Carrie Ann Ryan

wanting to spend time with her friend, when in reality she wanted to see how a paranormal relationship would work. Okay, that wasn’t quite true. She wanted to hang out with Lily anyway, but having Shade there with his black wings, tipped in blue, spread out behind him as he walked around the house helped.
    Lily and Shade had been together for over a year, and already, their home looked like theirs rather than a mesh of a thousand-year-old angel and an OCD human-turned-brownie. Everything was in its place and at a perfect angle, but there were also antiques and other touches that must have come from Shade. In retrospect, though, those things might not have been antiques when Shade had purchased them. 
    It was odd and kind of exciting to hear about Shade’s and Ambrose’s pasts. Even Balin was much older than the girls were—just not as old as the angels.  All of that made her think of Hunter and his past. She only knew the bare facts about him, his past, and his Pack.
    That was something she’d have to change. Gods, she’d been so selfish. So what if fate had decreed them perfect for each other? Did that mean she had to run away from it because it hadn’t been her choice?
    Hell, it was her choice.
    Hunter was making sure of that.
    “Becca? Where did you go?”
    Becca shook her head to clear her thoughts at Lily’s words. “Sorry. What did you say?”
    Lily raised that brow again then tilted her head. “What exactly are you ready for?”
    “Hunter.”
    A smile broke out over her friend’s face before she rubbed her belly. “Yay! I’m so excited for you. I know you’ve been trying to hold back because you weren’t sure, but I know this will work out.”
    Becca held her hand out at her friend’s enthusiasm. “I’m not saying we’re going to…mate, or whatever he calls it. I only meant that I’m going to learn about who he is.”
    Lily tilted her head, her brows bunched. “I don’t understand.” 
    “I’m saying that I’ve been selfish. We’ve spent all this time together, and all we’ve done is be near each other. I don’t know anything about him. Not like I should.”
    “He’s a wolf, Becca. Remember that,” Shade warned as he walked into the room, his wings trailing behind him—a bad habit of his. He leaned and kissed his mate, his wife, then knelt behind her, his hand possessively on her stomach.
    Gods, she hadn’t realized how much she wanted that until she witnessed it firsthand.
    Could she have that?
    “What do you mean about Hunter being a wolf?” she finally asked.
    Shade kissed Lily’s temple, as if he couldn’t stop himself from touching his mate. That little ball of warmth turned into jealousy, and she pushed it away.
    “I know you’re feeling a bit weak physically because of the lack of a bond, but Hunter is feeling the mating urge too,” Shade explained.
    Becca sat up straighter. “He’s in pain too.”
    Shade grimaced as Lily elbowed him in the stomach. “Shade, stop trying to sway her.”
    “I’m not, baby, but Becca needs to know the facts.”
    “Yes, Becca needs to know the facts,” she echoed.
    Gods, had she been hurting him because she needed to know more about what she wanted? Had she done exactly what she’d promised she wouldn’t do?
    “Hunter is a wolf,” Shade continued. “He isn’t like Ambrose, me, or even Balin. We might be supernaturals, but we’re not human at all. We’re…one with our other half.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “Hunter’s wolf is part of him, but also rides him. While Balin might have the demon ride him and try to turn him, or at least that’s how it was before, he was always in control. Sometimes Hunter needs to let his wolf out front and be in control. Shifters are different than other paranormals.”
    Becca nodded, soaking in everything she could about who Hunter or, rather, what Hunter was. She’d pretty much already decided to be with him, but she needed to know more.
    “With that need, though, comes another