Todos los capítulos de Moon Bound With You: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Rowan’s POVI didn't know where I was going and was too angry to care.Cold air blew from my nostrils as I kept storming deeper and deeper into the woods, stamping on twigs and frozen leaves. "A very big ingrate." I stamped on a tree branch in my way. "I saved his ass from Grim witches. Not one but seven. Seven grim witches! And what does he do? He kicks me out of his house. Me!" Every step I took away from his apartment was supposed to steady me, but it didn’t. The fury inside me refused to calm. My hands were still trembling and I didn't know or didn't want to think about why this was annoying me this much.Why did he seem to annoy me so much?I clenched my jaw, tightening my grip on the storm clawing inside my chest. Anger, shame, guilt. They wrestled inside of me, making me a confused mess.“You don’t understand how close you came to being taken.”The words I’d thrown at him echoed in my head, flat and sharp. But maybe he was right-there were a hundred ways I could’ve stopped hi

Sebastian’s POVSleep wasn’t happening.Not even close.I’d tried. God knows I’d tried. I’d thrown myself onto the couch after Rowan slammed my door behind him, dragging the blanket over my head like some desperate turtle. I even counted backwards from a hundred like those stupid articles online suggested.Spoiler: it didn’t work.My jaw throbbed with every heartbeat, pulsing like a damn drum. But honestly? The pain wasn’t even the worst part. The worst part was the silence.Silence that pressed against the walls, heavy, unnatural. Like the entire apartment was holding its breath, waiting.I sat up, groaning, fingers brushing the sore bruise that was already forming. It hurt. Yeah. But what hurt more was remembering how it got there. Rowan’s fist. Rowan’s goddamn fist.I winced and leaned forward, elbows digging into my knees. “What the hell is wrong with me?” I muttered into my palms.Because here’s the thing. I wasn’t just mad. I was… confused. Afraid. Angry. Curious. Everything rol

Sebastian’s POVI woke up to the sound of birds chirping.I tried to stretch but a sudden ache at my side caused me to wince. I hadn't actually slept comfortably. It was a surprise that I'd slept at all. By the time the noises finally stopped, I was a wreck. Every creak in the walls had sounded like claws. Every shift of the wind had felt like breath on the back of my neck.I checked the time and saw that it was 9:00. Pretty late for…"Shit!" I cursed as the last of sleep in my eyes fled. I was late for rehearsal. "No. No. No." I rolled off the couch, groaning and telling myself today was going to be normal. Or at least fake-normal.Normal meant hockey. And hockey meant I got to pretend, even just for a couple of hours, that my life wasn’t haunted by witches, glowing-eyed dreams, and one very confusing storm god of a trainer.I dragged myself into the bathroom. My reflection looked like hell. Dark circles under my eyes, hair sticking in seven directions, jaw still sore with an ugly b

Rowan’s POVI blew gently on the cup of steaming hot chocolate in my hands.Ember would’ve laughed herself sick if she saw me drinking something so soft. But I didn't care at all about whatever the fuck she thought. It's what I wanted and it's what I got I leaned against the counter, my eyes heavy, the hum of the heater filling the silence. I raised the mug to my lipsAnd froze.I lowered the mug from my lips a little as I tried to calm my breath, but it didn't work. My breathing increased. It wasn't very obvious, but it was still obvious. It was not because of a bodily reaction or something, not my thoughts. It was my soul. A pull sharp enough to make my chest seize. The mug slipped from my hand, hitting the floor with a dull crack. Brown liquid spread across the tiles with steam rising.“Shit,” I muttered, but I didn’t move to clean it up. My boots stayed rooted, because the tug didn’t stop.It was a summons. A call I couldn’t ignore even if I wanted to.With a low curse, I pushed

Rowan’s POVI shook my head, dispelling whatever had brought me here, in front of Sebastian's apartment."Help me, god," I mutter under my breath, watching his front door.I had no idea what had brought me here or drawn me here. These days, the only thing that seemed to fill my mind was....Sighing, I turn with the intention of heading when it hits me.The scent.The familiar kind.Apples. Too sweet, too sharp. It burned in my nose like smoke.Ember.I shut the door harder than I meant to, the sound echoing through the small space. My fists curled at my sides. She’d been here. Recently. All magic users had their scent. And I'd be damned if I didn't know my sister's.And sitting there in the middle of it all, wearing a bathrobe stained with grease and eggs, of all things, was Sebastian.He froze when he saw me, fork halfway to his mouth. His eyes hardened instantly like the sight of me was somehow worse than whatever he’d just been through.“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groaned, slamming t