All Chapters of Moonbound to a Human: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Asher DravenHart"Nope. I'm not..." She waved at the monitors, at the world, at me, "I'm not believing any of this until I see it with my own eyes.""But, little one, you just did." I softened my voice."You know what I mean," she shot back, cheeks pink with frustration, "I want to see one of you actually." She grabbed my shoulder and turned me toward her, "Actually change."The words hung in the air, daring, reckless.I looked at her. Her tone was sharp. She wasn't teasing nor was she amused.She was dead serious.I held Savannah's gaze until her bravado wavered just slightly."Is that what you truly want to see?" I asked slowly.Savannah held my stare, eyes bright with stubborn disbelief. It was like she expected me to laugh it off, to tease her, and to tell her she was being dramatic.I wouldn't. Because this wasn't a curiosity question anymore. It was a door.And once it was opened, it didn't close very easily."If you see it," I said, low and controlled, "You don't get to unsee

Savannah WhitlockThey didn’t escort me.They trapped me.The pack member Asher had ordered—tall, broad, scar on his jaw—stood in front of the armory door like a wall with a pulse. He didn’t look happy about it. He just looked determined.I tried to shove past him. He didn’t even shift."Move," I snapped."Can’t," he said flatly. "Orders.""I’m not a prisoner.""Correct You are a guest. And guests need protection."My hands shook, anger, fear, or both."This is ridiculous," I hissed. "Vampires aren’t real. None of this is—"The monitors flickered.A camera feed shifted.And there at the center of the frame on the outer yard feed was Asher. He ran like a nightmare.Then he...He changed.Right on camera.At first it looked like he was breaking. Like his body couldn’t hold itself together. His shoulders widened too fast. His spine arched. Bones shifted under skin in a way that made my own joints ache in sympathy. His arms thickened, stretching.His hands...Gods.His hands became claws.

Asher DravenHartSavannah didn't run. That was the first thing my mind was able to register through the fog of pain. Through the burning of my muscles and the raw scrape of air passing through my lungs. Through the mud cooling against my palms and the thin steam lifting from my skin.She stayed.A few yards away at first, frozen in shock, eyes wide and glassy. Then her feet moved in careful hesitant steps that overchurned snow and wet earth. She moved until she was close enough that I could smell her clearly.Fear. Mainly fear, but there was something else underneath, something stubborn. Her.She dropped to her knees beside me and the sight hit me harder than the fight had. Not because it was dangerous, but because it was intimate. Because in this moment, I wasn't the Alpha. I was a man on all fours in the mud, shaking from my shift back to human, blood drying along my ribs, and she was kneeling beside me like I was worth the risk of being close."Hey..." Savannah whispered.Her vo

Asher DravenHartSnow, dirt, and mud sucked at every step. The wind cut through the trees, carrying the faint metallic scent of my blood mixed with the putrid rot I couldn't stop tasting. Behind us, the clearing looked torn up. Ugly. Branches snapped in two, snow churned black with earth, a smear of dark blood... my blood... staining the ground where I wrestled with the vampire.Ahead of us, the pack house waited. Its lights on. Its doors guarded and voiced moved inside like a machine fully awake. I saw Rowan and the others hauling the bound vampire through a door to the lower levels.I couldn't take Savannah that way. Not with her shaking and barefoot, still processing the fact that this nightmare had teeth. Instead I guided her along the outer path, a bit farther down the wall line to a different door. It was older, reinforced, and tucked behind winter bare hedges that sat next to two iron lantern posts. It fed into a narrower corridor that led straight to the medical wing without f

Asher DravenHartMable's footsteps approached like an old verdict. I laid on my side, one arm tucked beneath my head, the other pressed lightly over my ribs where the slash still burned. The pain had changed since I shifted, less sharp and more deep and aching. It was like someone poured hot sand under my skin. It was the kind of pain you could work through your system if you were to keep breathing and refused to think so hard. Across the room, Savannah sat on the bed that Mable instructed her to move to, towel wrapped around her feet. Her face was one of content as the steaming basin of water wafted over her skin. She watched me when she thought I wasn't looking, eyes still a bit too wide, still too bright. Fear and stubbornness tangled together in her posture. "Alright..." Mable muttered, sitting down in front of me, "Time for you turn. You idiot."My mouth twitched."Good morning to you too..." Mable scoffed but she didn't mean anything by it. Her hands were already moving, pull