Moon Called Posession のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

MONDAY MORNINGAsher gathered all the information about Jenny and her family nursing Octavio’s hunger. He informed neither Jenny’s family nor Jenny had ever encountered the information of werewolf existence. She was a tech nerd who liked to tap on dark pages to get knowledge, which dragged their focus onto her. But Octavio couldn’t sleep as the churning thoughts questioned him constantly. If none of them were werewolves, where did they get the paramour symbol? The thirst to find the paramour ignited more than ever. “Did you search her house?” Octavio commanded Asher.“Yes, we did. And nothing comes out.” “What about Mark and Sheila?”“Well, it was hard, but I let our men enter their house disguised as pest control people,” Asher added, holding the mark printout in his hand.Octavio drove towards the university, and none of this made sense to him.“We found nothing except the fact they are wolves.”Octavio bit his tongue as his eyes landed on the crowd of youngsters chirping and enjo

The window howled viciously with the breezy December air when Amor slid the glass to show himself at the campus guard. The guard greeted Amor and let him enter the metallic door of the University campus. The thunder barraged through the sky, revealing the dark, haunted mountain- secrets. Amor kept his senses vigilant to grab a single clue to hunt his enemy down. These mountains are his home, his territory, and he would allow no outsider to come and display his claim. It was late evening, and most of the students were already in their rooms except a few who strolled in this chilly weather. He checked his wrist’s perimeter and glanced at the two-pointers. It was already ten. The weather seems courageous enough to stop him from going to her dorm, but he looks firm enough to crash all the attempts to stop him. What’s so special about this girl, he asked himself, and a smile tugged up on his lips, thinking, not just her beauty but her brain. She seems like a delicate flower where every b

Savannah’s lips stuttered. It was not a dream.He was real. But how come he was sleeping in her bed, penalizing her by sucking her lips like this?“Come here,” his dominant voice, letting her remind she has no power now. It’s just the mercy she could ask from her tormentor.“Are you going to hurt me?” Leaning close to his chest, she pulsated her sobs.“Yes,”“What did I do wrong?” His musky, earthy scent filled her nostrils.“You allowed someone to touch you. You shouldn’t have done that.” She gazed at his silhouette, only to see a pair of blue eyes lighting in the dark.“No one touched me.” She jeered.“Yes, he did. He kissed your cheeks.” How come he knows Amor pecked her cheeks? Is he really a ghost who lives in her room?What should she do to inform him it was not her fault, and when did she become his property? She needs to take a stand and make him feel she is not a property; she has an individual identity and has the same freedom as other girls to choose whom she would want to

As the uber proceeded to the destination, an eerie feeling crippled Savannah’s senses. Those haunting thoughts of getting to know the truth behind this havoc didn’t leave her for a moment. Those pills and Sheila’s nervousness boomed inside her again whenever she wanted to talk about the fact. Everything was shady, and she needed to find the truth to clear her mind. Not more than her spooky thoughts left her mind. The heavy rain marched her way.“Storm is coming.” The driver suggested, looking down at the map. If she were stuck here, what would happen? What if she doesn’t get a ride back home?“How much time?” She murmured, scanning the perimeter of her wrist. It was nine already, and according to her unsaid rules, she was supposed to stay at her dorm, not roam downtown to meet an unknown stranger.“Five more minutes. Are you sure you want to go here?” Not just the weather and the thoughts, but even the next human being is spooking her from every pore.“Why? Is there any problem?”“No,

he heavy rain splattered against the black umbrella didn’t stop the vigilant gaze from piercing through the crowd. Amor stood there and calculated that the murder of a witch, a rogue in his territory, could lead to a war between witches and wolves. Whatever was there, something big was coming their way, challenging their existence. An unexpected encounter in the woods followed by these murders. Could he be the one behind all this? Or is someone else involved in this game? “Did you find the head?” Amor questioned, looking at Jasper. “Yeah, down the alley.” “Was it a pack member?” Amor was raised as an alpha. It was his responsibility to protect everyone in his pack. “No, he was a rogue.” His scrunched brows didn’t halt with further queries. He sniffed the jacket Jasper was holding. “The woman was a witch. Someone else was there,” Jasper added. Amor and Jasper headed back into the house, which was now sealed with yellow tape. The sheriff was Amor’s friend and benefited from the w