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Her Moon, His Song Ch. 1
CHAPTER ONE: ~Avery: I was thirteen the first time I realized the power of my own voice. It was at my fifth foster home, and I had finally snapped, yelling at my foster ‘father’ when he tried to beat up his son, a helpless six year old. I screamed at him to stop and when he struck him the first time with the spiked whip he and his wife liked to use - I told him to die. And he did. In the chaos that ensued after he started hanging himself, I was able to get this son out of the basement, along with my two other foster brothers who had been locked in the punishment closet upstairs. We ran, as the psycho’s wife screamed down below, wailing because she found her husband, hanging from a beam by the neck. I had developed rules for myself over the years. Some rules I made that same night, others I made after things went badly over time. Live and learn. Most importantly, I can’t get emotionally attached. I’ve learned that my emotions trigger my ability, and I can’t afford to murder anyone e
Her Moon, His Song Ch. 2
CHAPTER TWO: ~Drake: Blood splattered from my mouth as a fist made contact with my jaw, and I hit the edge of the bar. Had I been human, it would’ve knocked the wind out of me or maybe meant a concussion. I laughed and spit the blood on the ground. The small crowd that had gathered around us in the bar started jeering, ecstatic at this fight that had broken out. I came here to this place at the edge of town to let off some steam, and I can’t say it wasn’t easy to find some jerks here to start a fight with. Yes, I could’ve taken them out several minutes ago, but where was the fun in that? End it so early I have to go find more trash people? Eh. “I fu**ing KNEW it!” the frat boy yelled in victory. “Can’t handle sh**!” He thought this was over. He was turning his back. His buddies congratulated him and patted him on the back. God this idiot talked too much. “You all need to get the fu** out of this bar!” the older guy behind the bar yelled. I held back my wolf, who thirsted for bl
Her Moon, His Song Ch. 3
CHAPTER THREE: ~Avery: The piece of sh** in a human body marched forward, straight into the river. He sank in further and further, as he trudged to the deepest part of the current, dunking his whole body below. My power felt like pure ecstasy, flowing through my veins. I wanted more. More obedience. More death. MORE. I stood at the shore, eyes wide, an evil grin on my face as I took it all in. The bubbles coming from the water stopped after some moments and I saw his body rise to the surface to get carried away by the current. I soaked it in, his life force. The darkness of his soul had me shivering in delight. My god, nothing could feel this good. I felt energized, and in desperate need for another. I pulled my hood back, freeing my hair and inhaled the pine scent, feeling incredibly alive. Turning on my heel to march back towards civilization, I was ready to hunt. My boots crunched through the leaves. I could smell a bonfire up ahead and slowed my pace to quiet my movements. My m
Her Moon, His Song Ch. 4
CHAPTER FOUR: ~ Drake: I showed up to the pack entrance by Kyburz to find a small group of werewolves I was mostly unfamiliar with. Shifting behind a tree a few paces away, I quickly changed back into my shirt, jeans and boots. I walked out to see the Alpha of Silver Moon walking toward me, hand raised in greeting. He was dressed well, black slacks and a dark button down shirt. “Beta Drake, great to see you. I see Alpha Rafael has sent his best representative to show us around?” Alpha Logan of Silver Moon was a friendly guy, and he shook my hand with vigor. Silver Moon had a great reputation and their Alpha was a huge reason. While they were a fairly small pack their warriors were fierce, and they often came to the aid of their neighbors in need. They never stood down from a fight with a purpose. I wondered again what they were after here. In other packs the Alpha would likely convey that to his Beta, but not mine. I was going to have to find out while pretending to already be
Her Moon, His Song Ch. 5
CHAPTER FIVE: ~Avery: “Hey! I’m up here, one second!” A female, melodic voice called from above. There was rustling up on top of the garage roof. I heard leaves crunching and a bucket or something hit the ground. “Uh, are you okay?!” I called. “Yeah, no worries!” The voice assured. Blond hair popped up into view and a cheery, pink face grinned and waved. “Just give me two minutes!” I looked down at my new phone, at the posting in the town’s Facebook page and compared the posted pictures with the small home I was looking at. The few photos didn’t do it justice. Thisplace looked like a Swiss Chalet. It was adorable. This was still looking up. I sent a silent prayer to no one that she would pick me. Elizabeth Meyers, the owner, came around the corner introducing herself. She had dazzling bright eyes and long blond hair that was tied up in a messy low bun. She had gloves on and looked like she had been working outside. “Sorry about the delay, I really thought I would be well done
Her Moon, His Song Ch. 6
CHAPTER SIX:~Drake: This is outrageous. I would not do this. No matter how many times I let my Alpha hand me my a** out here in front of the packhouse. I wasn’t going to disgrace the mating bond by just getting with someone else. No way. A kick to the head. I wince. “YOU WILL OBEY BOY!” Alpha Rafael yells at me. I know I’m covered in bruises and blood that will start healing soon. I don’t fight back. Just pray to the Goddess that my parents don’t hear about this and come running. “Please, Alpha!” Too late. My mom is on her knees in the mud and leaves calling for mercy. He looks at her and I flinch, thinking he will hurt her next. But my dad stands between them, and I tell myself that if he goes for them I’m blowing my cover. He will not lay a finger on my parents, or I will kill him. Alpha Rafael howls and marches back to me, spitting at my body laying all twisted on the earth. I’m okay mom, I link her. “Pathetic. You both raised a pathetic wolf,” Alpha Rafael says to hims
Her Moon, His Song Ch. 7
CHAPTER SEVEN:~Avery: My first night here and while I felt safe, I was restless. I had fallen asleep earlier but had woken up a few times. Now at 4am, I wasn’t going to fight it any longer. I crept out of the sleeping bag on the floor, and picked up a pillow. Setting it on the floor next to one of the big windows I made myself a temporary chair. I looked out at the woods, pulled my legs under my arms and sighed. The sun would start rising soon. It was very cold out there, although you couldn’t tell just by looking. A breeze came through the trees, rusting the pine needles on the trees close by. I spotted the slight movement of an owl in a tree. We stared at each other for some time. I rolled my neck and looked into the moon, searching it for strength. The moon had helped me regain control of myself when I had nearly lost it. It would maybe be too much to ask for it to help me again?There was knocking on the door.“Amy? Sorry! Are you up?” Beth called from behind the door.I must h
Her Moon, His Song Ch. 8
CHAPTER EIGHT~Drake: I was getting hammered. I couldn’t seem to stop drinking. And it took a lot to get a werewolf drunk. But I was feeling it. A lot. I don’t know how Archer found this place or why it was so packed tonight, but the energy in the place was contagious. I came in here expecting to find a sad, dilapidated building and older regulars from the area. Instead it was full of singles and couples dancing, dark booths, and a large variety of drinks. It was more of a club than a bar. Archer and I were honestly having a really good time. There were plenty of attractive girls on the dancefloor and we ended up hanging around a group of girls in town for a bachelorette party. Archer wasn’t as into them as I might be. But it could be lonely as an older werewolf with no mate on the horizon. One of them in particular seemed into me and we went back and forth between dancing and picking up new drinks at the bar. I bought a round of shots for the group and we gathered at their booth.
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