All Chapters of Beneath The Moon's Bite: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LucaI should've known something was weird the moment I woke up, with the scent of burnt pine and damp earth filling the scent of my bed sheets. The kind of smell that only means one thing: something's coming, not something good or something ordinary, just heavy enough to stir the wolf in me that never used to speak.The morning was quiet, my house was as quiet as a grave yard. My aunt had left early, like she always did on full moon days. She never said why, and I stopped asking after my thirteenth birthday. I just knew not to follow, peek or even question.The shift wasn't supposed to happen until sundown and everyone knew that....at least, that's what the elders preached, you wake with the moon, then shift with the stars and afterwards find your place under the sky and accept it. But my skin was already itching, and my muscles were twitching. Like underneath my skin, my new wolf was waking, it felt early-uninvited and impatient.I pushed the blanket off and sat up slowly, my shirt

LucaI kept stealing glances at him as we walked towards my front porch, my heartbeat wasn’t in any way trying to calm down, It hadn’t since we left the forest, and Rafe, he looked unnerved then, and even now, he looked like anything but relaxed.His eyes moved to me as I reached for the door."Are you sure you're okay?" His voice was as low as a murmur, and I nodded, even though I knew wasn't. I wasn't entirely sure of what the hell had just happened back there, but one second he was being his usual moody self, and the next, he was pressed against me.I pushed open the front door and stepped inside, "Yeah, I'm fine," I muttered, "Come in."He hesitated for half a second before following me in, I didn’t bother turning on the lights, the moon through the windows was enough, and besides, there was an odd comfort in the dimness.I tossed my keys on the counter and kicked off my shoes, "Hey you want anything to drink?""No."His voice was rough, and tense, he hadn’t even sat down, he was

RAFEThe forest had never felt so loud.Each crunch beneath my boots was a threat, and every rustle of leaves screamed a warning. I kept glancing over my shoulder, my instincts screaming at me that we were being followed even though we hadn’t seen anyone since we left my house.Luca walked a step ahead, his hood was pulled low, and his shoulders seemed tense. The moonlight made his hair glow silver, he didn’t speak, but I could hear his heartbeat, fast, uneven and matching mine.I wanted to reach for his hand, to ground us both. But that wasn’t an option anymore, not with the way our scents had changed.We reeked of bond.It clung to us....faint, but wrong and different. Anyone with a nose would notice it soon, and once they did, we were dead.Zayne’s sudden return hadn’t helped. He trudged behind us now, silent as a shadow. His presence gnawed at me, it felt alive, changed and haunting.He hadn’t said much when we left, just that we needed to move, and fast.Now, I couldn’t stop thin

LUCA'S POVThe cell was not what I thought it would be.It was a round room, like a stone well, with a trail of moonlight slipping down from high above.I woke up on a thin mattress, my body was still hurting from the dart, and my head felt thick with pain. But the bond in my chest was still there, a quiet signal linked to Rafe.I pushed up to sit alright, when I heard a very familiar voice that I thought was dead.“You’re awake.”I scrambled back forcefully, scared that I was hallucinating, when she stepped into the light. She was skinny, her clothes hanging loose. Her hair was a mess of black and silver.But her eyes… they were my eyes. Grey, and glowing faintly, eyes that I never forget anyway.My breath seized, and my sight blurred with disbelief. “But you’re dead….” I stammered.Her smile was sad. “I know.”“Mom?” The word sounded strange in my mouth.She nodded, a tear flowing through the dirt on her cheek, she didn’t come closer.“How?” I whispered.“The rogues didn’t kill me,

RAFE'S POVThe cell was exactly what I thought it would be.Stone, damp and cold, chains thick and silver-laced, bolted to the wall, clasped tight around my wrists. The smell of mildew, stale water, and my own blood.My left eye was swollen, nearly shut from the guard’s fist, my ribs ached with every breath, but the pain was just light, the only thing that mattered was the bond.It was still there, a steady and humming warmth in my chest, Luca was alive. He was scared, but alive. I focused on it, letting it feed my anger, using the anger to burn through the cold and the hurt.They’d thrown me in here hours ago, after the fight in the tunnels. I’d taken three of Caleb’s goons down before a fourth got a lucky hit with a silver-weighted club. The world had gone dark, and I’d woken up here.The door was solid iron, with a small slot at the bottom for food. No window. The only light came from a flickering torch somewhere down the hall, casting weak, dancing bars of orange through the grat