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Chapter 45: A Cry in the Dark
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The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 47: Shadows of Doubt
ISABELLA’S POVMy heart pounded as Sebastian’s words echoed in my ears, his voice urgent, his golden eyes blazing with fear. I stood frozen in the choir room, my music sheet crumpling in my hands, my breath shallow. Caleb? The guy who’d asked me out, whose green eyes had turned cold after I rejected him? Planning to murder me? It didn’t make sense. Sebastian’s dislike for him had been obvious from the start—his glares, his tense posture whenever Caleb was near. Was he lying, exaggerating to keep me away from Caleb, from the party? My chest tightened, my mind racing with doubt, but Mia—Mia was in the hospital, hurt, maybe dying. That part was real, and it tore at my heart, leaving me dizzy with fear and confusion.“We need to go,” I said, my voice trembling, my hands shoving the music sheet into my bag. “Take me to the hospital. I need to see Mia.”Sebastian nodded, his jaw tight, his hand gently guiding me out of the choir room. My boots scuffed the hallway tiles, my eyes darting to
The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 46: A Desperate Search
SEBASTIAN’S POVThe forest loomed dark and silent as I sprinted back through its tangled paths, my boots pounding the earth, my breath sharp in the cool night air. The hooded figure from earlier today—his black mask, his piercing eyes, his voice saying my name—burned in my mind, a taunt I couldn’t shake. There was no way I’d let him slip away again, not when he was tied to the danger closing in on Isabella, on me. Maximus growled within, his claws scraping my insides, urging me to hunt, to find answers. Too much was happening—my vision in the office, the voice warning of danger, Mia’s bloodied form in the ravine, her whispered revelation about Caleb and Vanessa’s plot to kill Isabella at the frat party. I’d pulled her free, her screams echoing, and carried her to the hospital, her body limp in my arms as she lost consciousness. Now, back at Crestwood, my mission was clear: find Isabella, warn her, keep her away from that party.I stormed through the campus gates, my jacket flapping,
The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 45: A Cry in the Dark
MIA’S POVThe forest air clung to my skin, damp and heavy, as I crouched behind a gnarled oak, my heart pounding so loud I swore it echoed through the trees. My sneakers sank into the muddy earth, my breath shallow, my blonde curls plastered to my forehead with sweat. I’d only wanted a moment of quiet, a break from Crestwood’s chaos, when I’d stumbled into the maintenance shed’s shadow and heard them—Caleb and Vanessa, their voices low, plotting murder, and not just anyone’s murder but Isabella’s murder. My best friend was targeted for death at tomorrow’s frat party, her life to be snuffed out by werewolves, their claws meant to tear her apart. My stomach churned, my hands trembling as I pressed them against the rough bark, my mind reeling. Caleb, with his charming smiles and green eyes, had always seemed off, his attention on Isabell too intense, too calculated, like a predator stalking prey. I’d sensed it, a nagging doubt that he wasn’t the carefree transfer student he claimed to
The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 44: A Plan in the Shadows
CALEB’S POVThe air in Crestwood’s lecture hall carried the faint scent of chalk and old books, but my mind was far from the professor’s drone about Renaissance art. My books scuffed the tiled floor as I slipped out early, my backpack slung over one shoulder, my heart heavy with a purpose that twisted my gut. I’d seen him again today—the hodded figure, his face masked, his eyes glinting from the shadows of the campus courtyard. He appeared like a ghost, there one moment, gone the next, trailing me for days now, his presence a taunt I couldn’t shake. Was he one of my father’s men, sent to watch me, to ensure I followed through on Marcus’s orders? Or something else, something worse? Talon growled low, his instincts prickling, urging me to act, but I had no answers, only questions and a growing dread.Isabella’s face flashed in my mind—her red hair catching the sunlight, her green eyes soft with trust, choosing Sebastian over me. That rejection stung, a wound that fueled my resolve. She
The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 43: Shadows and Pursuit
SEBASTAIN’S POVThe morning sun cut through the blinds of my office at the University, casting sharp, slanted lines across the desk where student essays lay scattered, their handwritten arguments blurring under my unfocused gaze. My pen hovered over a half-graded paper, my fingers twitching, my mind far from the task. For days, a nagging sensation had clung to me, a prickling at the base of my neck, like unseen eyes tracking my every step. Was someone following me, or was it just the curse, twisting my instincts into paranoia? Maximus stirred, his growl low and restless, his claws scraping my insides, echoing my unease. I’d felt it yesterday, walking to my car, the campus air too still, the shadows too heavy. Today, it was stronger, a weight that made my shoulders tense, my eyes dart to the door. I leaned back in my chair, my boots scuffing the hardwood, my hand raking through my hair as I tried to focus on the essay, a student’s analysis of Macbeth’s ambition. But my chest tightene
The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy Chapter 42: Shadows of Fear
ISABELLA’S POVThe morning sun filtered through my bedroom curtains, casting soft golden stripes across my bed as I slipped into my jeans and a fitted green sweater, my movements lights, almost buoyant. For once, my life felt like it was falling into place, a fragile kind of peace I hadn’t known in months. No more hallway ambushes, no more whispered insults or crumpled papers thrown at my back. Ever since Sebastian stormed into that crowd at Crestwood, his fist denting a locker, his voice a growl as he claimed me as his mate, the bullies had backed off. Vanessa’s venomous glares had faded to distant scowls, and my brothers, Dylan and Lucas, hadn’t cornered me with their usual cruelty. Even my parents, who treated me like a ghost in our own home, had kept their distance, their cold silence confined to brief, tense breakfasts. I saw them only in passing—Mom’s sharp eyes avoiding mine, Dad’s newspaper a wall between us—but it was better than their lectures, and their disappointment. I
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