All Chapters of The Professor’s Mate: The Moonborn Legacy: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

SEBASTIAN’S POV I woke up on a hard cot in the healer’s hut, sweat soaking the thin sheet twisted around my legs. The air smelled like herbs and earth, thick and heavy, the kind that stuck to your skin and made breathing feel like work. My chest ached deep inside, the curse twisting like a knife every time I shifted. It had been weeks here in Blood Moon Pack, or at least it felt that way, but back in the human world it could be months already. Time slipped through my fingers like sand, and every second without Isabella carved another hole in me. I swung my feet to the floor and stood slowly, ignoring the way the room spun for a moment. The elders had promised answers when I arrived, but so far all I got was rituals and potions that burned going down and left me puking in the bushes. I pulled on a shirt and pants from the pile in the corner, rough fabric that scratched against my skin, then stepped outside into the misty morning light filtering through the tall pines.The camp buzzed

SEBASTAIN’S POV I plunged depper into the Whispering Grove with my paws pounding the damp earth as branches whipped my fur and roots snagged my claws. The air thickened with mist that clung to my coat, carrying scents of decay and forgotten magic. Spirits circled like shadows, their forms twisting in and out of visibility, eyes glowing with malice that pierced Maximus’ senses. I growled low and leaped over a fallen log, but the grove sealed behind me with a shuddering crack, vines weaving tight into an impenetrable wall. No way out now. The trial locked me in until I broke or survived.A spectral wolf lunged from the fog, jaws unhinging wide with teeth like shattered glass. I met it mid-air, claws raking its ethereal side as we tumbled across mossy ground. It yelped and dissolved into smoke, but whispers slithered into my ears, voices overlapping in a chorus of mockery. "Foolish," they hissed. "Choosing her, a human weakling. She will only drag you down."I shook my head and pushed

ISABELLA’S POV I stirred slowly, eyelids heavy as consciousness pulled me back. My head throbbed with a dull ache, and my body felt weighed down like I'd run miles without stopping. I blinked against the soft morning light filtering through unfamiliar curtains, heart jumping when the room came into focus. White walls, sleek furniture, a king-sized bed with gray sheets that smelled faintly of cologne not Sebastian's. Panic surged through me as I bolted upright, wincing as pain shot through my skull, and scanned for threats.Where the hell am I? I looked around and caught a frame hung on the wall in the room. It was a picture frame of Caleb. Was in Caleb’s house? How did I get here? Memories flooded back—the intruder in the hoodie, the blow to my head, darkness swallowing everything. Was he the intruder in my home last night? I touched the bandage on my forehead gingerly, fingers coming away clean but sore.Footsteps approached from the hallway. The door opened, and Caleb walked in c

SEBASTIAN’S POV I jerked awake with a gasp, lungs burning as if I'd drowned in shadows. Grass tickled my palms and cool wind whipped through tall blades swaying around me, dotted with scattered trees that stretched gnarled branches toward a stormy sky. No grove surrounded me, no twisted vines or whispering spirits lurking close. Just an endless open land with rolling hills fading into mist, and the earthy scent of soil mixed with distant rain. Confusion slammed into me hard, heart racing wild while I pushed to my feet, legs unsteady on the soft ground. The curse pulsed inside, weaker but still there, reminding me this wasn't a real escape.Movement caught my eye ahead. A figure sprinted across the field, broad shoulders and dark hair matching mine exactly, clothes tattered like he'd fought through hell. My double. I froze for a second, then shouted, "Hey! Stop!"He didn't slow, he just kept running with purpose, as his boots pounded on dirt. Panic surged through me, cold and sharp.

SEBASTIAN’S POVI bolted upright on the cot, my breaths coming in short and ragged as the hut’s herb-scented air grounded me back to reality. Sweet soaked my shirt, causing it to stick to my skin, my vision blurred and my heart pounded wild like it tried to escape my chest. Sleep hadn’t done anything to stop the torture of the whispers and the vision of the past I’d seen at the grove. The grove's whispers still echoed faintly in my ears, Ophelia's dying curse ringing clear, her face morphing into Isabella's with every blink of my eye. I rubbed my eyes hard, trying to shake off the images, but they stuck like stubborn memories, replaying the kill over and over again. I imagined myself piercing her chest, and watching her die with no emotions whatsoever. And that left me with so many questions. Why would I try to kill the woman that I love? What was the genesis of our hatred? What hate could drive me to kill her without thinking twice? And then there was the other question of ‘How?’