Todos los capítulos de Moonbound to a Human: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Asher DravenHartI pushed from my desk, stepping around the warrior who backed away on instinct.“I’ll handle it.”I strode into the corridor without wasting another second. Rowan followed a step behind. Silent, solid, like his presence could keep my wolf leashed by his sheer force of will.The lower floor grew warmer as we descended the stairs, the air was thick with the scent of my pack and the faint spice of campfire smoke twirling out from the roaring fireplace. Wolves move through the halls in smallish groups, their eyes lowered, heads dipping as soon as they saw me. The subtle hush of rank settling like freshly fallen snow. Small whispers floated above the tension."Alpha...""Sir."Alpha... It was a title that never let me forget what I had on my shoulders.As we neared the entry room, a scent hit me first. Wool. Something sweet, like vanilla. And something else. Not unpleasant, just... wrong. Out of place, like a summer flower blooming in the dead of winter.I stepped through

Savannah WhitlockIt is, unfortunately, one of my worst traits that when I get nervous, I get mouthy.Not graceful.Not poised.Not mysterious.Mouthy.So naturally, standing in the middle of a room full of strangers who may or may not have just participated in some sort of mountain cult intervention, I looked directly at the man who had silenced everyone with a single word and said the first stupid thing that came to mind."So... what's the plan here?" I asked, lifting my chin and aiming for bold even though my knees seemed very interested in folding in on themselves. "Do I need to sign a waiver? Or is there, like, a ‘you wandered into the wrong forest fine I should know about?"A few people who were halfway to leaving the room froze.One older woman turned so fast I thought she might pull something. Somebody behind me made a soft, scandalized noise.I almost regretted speaking.Almost.Asher didn't bark. Didn't snap. Didn't look offended.He just looked at me.There was a flicker ac

Savannah Whitlock.Asher didn't ask me to follow. He didn't have to.The moment my fingers slid into his palm, warmth poured through me like I pressed my hand to a heater after walking in from the freezing cold. It was immediate, shocking, and wrong but in the best way possible. His skin was hot, not fever hot, just ridiculously warm, like his body ran on a different set of rules than mine did.Or maybe I was still half frozen and my brain decided to fixate on the weirdest detail possible.Asher's grip tightened, not hard or painful, just certain. I let myself be guided, mostly because my feet hadn't gotten the memo that we weren't dying in the snow now. Even by standing by the fire in the entry room my feet still felt a little cold and unsteady.The hallway stretched ahead, lit by sconces that threw a soft golden light across dark wood and stone. The entire house smelt like pine tar, smoke, and something sharper underneath all of that. Something alive.Rowan moved with us, watchful an

Savannah Whitlock.Asher's mouth twitched, like he was trying to hold back another laugh."And" I continued, voice sharpening because I couldn't stop the irritation spiking again, "Everyone is acting like I'm some kind of... problem because I am human."His gaze stayed steady, like he had anticipated the frustration, like he'd expected it."Yes," he said simply, "Because you are human. In a place where humans aren't supposed to be.""And" I leaned forward, glaring, "You're not going to tell me why without me asking, are you?"This time, his eyes warmed. A hint of amusement. A flicker of something that almost looked pleased."No," he said, utterly unbothered, "I will tell you whatever you ask. That's what you wanted, answers. Am I incorrect?"I stared at him, feeling the heat creeping into my cheeks again. I hated the way my body reacted to him like he was dangerous in more way than one."Fine." I huffed out a breath.I pointed at him like he was on trial."Why am I here?" I demanded a

Asher DravenHart.The study went still and deathly quiet after her question that I felt it in my bones.It felt like something closer to fate drawing a breath.My gaze flicked to the small wooden box at the corner of my desk. The latch sat closed, worn at the edges from my hands checking it, again and again, as if vigilance alone could keep it asleep. I then flicked my gaze to her.Savannah stood near the bookshelves like she had chosen the farthest point from me and the box, arms crossed tight across her chest. Her cheeks were flushed, part fear, part anger, part stubborn pride that kept her on her feet when any other human would have bolted a while ago. Her eyes darted between me and the box like she expected it to spring open and swallow her whole.Rowan waited against the hearth, using the poker to silently stir the warm ashes. He didn't need to speak because the truth was already hanging in the room.She didn't fear the token.She feared us. The world we belonged to. The face that