Moonbound to a Human의 모든 챕터: 챕터 31 - 챕터 40

Savannah WhitlockThe answer was so straight forward that my stomach flipped on itself. "Oh..." I breathed. I regrouped fast, because if I didn't I was going to do something truly stupid. Like actually act on what I was thinking about and kiss him.So I pulled out my trump card of distractions.I got bratty."Okay then..." I said, lifting my chin like I wasn't currently smoldering, "Well, I still have a couple of questions."Asher's gaze didn't leave mine.I pointed at him like he was on trial, even though my pulse was doing backflips."But," I added, voice sharp with a dare, "if you don't laugh at me when I ask something dumb... I'll give you scratchies. Like real scratchies. Right behind the ear, Like you're a..." I paused, and because I couldn't help myself, I added in a too-sweet voice, "...good boy."The air changed. Not mystically or dramatically.Physically. Like the pressure shifted in the hallway. Like I had tugged an invisible thread and something big just sat up and paid

Asher DravenHart.I pulled my mouth from hers like it cost me something.Not because I wanted to stop. Gods no. Everything in me wanted to stay right there, anchored to her warmth, to the taste of her, to the soft, breathy way she said my name like it belonged on her tongue.I pulled away because the moment was too big to hold only with a kiss.Her arms were still looped around my neck. Her breathing was uneven, eyes were bright and a little dazed, lips swollen just enough to mkae my control tighten again.Nero prowled under my skin like a storm that was barely leashed, pleased and loud and ravenous for more. "Enough, Nero." I warned him, even as my own pulse hammered.He didn't listen so much as...vibrate a growl in my skull. Savannah looked at me and the words she had spoken in that room full of ghosts and musi her me again like a bell:"I'm staying"Relief shot through me so hard that it turned to laughter before I could even think about stopping it. I wrapped my arms around her.

Asher DravenHartSavannah didn't run. That was the first thing my mind was able to register through the fog of pain. Through the burning of my muscles and the raw scrape of air passing through my lungs. Through the mud cooling against my palms and the thin steam lifting from my skin.She stayed.A few yards away at first, frozen in shock, eyes wide and glassy. Then her feet moved in careful hesitant steps that overchurned snow and wet earth. She moved until she was close enough that I could smell her clearly.Fear. Mainly fear, but there was something else underneath, something stubborn. Her.She dropped to her knees beside me and the sight hit me harder than the fight had. Not because it was dangerous, but because it was intimate. Because in this moment, I wasn't the Alpha. I was a man on all fours in the mud, shaking from my shift back to human, blood drying along my ribs, and she was kneeling beside me like I was worth the risk of being close."Hey..." Savannah whispered.Her v

Asher DravenHartSnow, dirt, and mud sucked at every step. The wind cut through the trees, carrying the faint metallic scent of my blood mixed with the putrid rot I couldn't stop tasting. Behind us, the clearing looked torn up. Ugly. Branches snapped in two, snow churned black with earth, a smear of dark blood... my blood... staining the ground where I wrestled with the vampire.Ahead of us, the pack house waited. Its lights on. Its doors guarded and voiced moved inside like a machine fully awake. I saw Rowan and the others hauling the bound vampire through a door to the lower levels.I couldn't take Savannah that way. Not with her shaking and barefoot, still processing the fact that this nightmare had teeth. Instead I guided her along the outer path, a bit farther down the wall line to a different door. It was older, reinforced, and tucked behind winter bare hedges that sat next to two iron lantern posts. It fed into a narrower corridor that led straight to the medical wing without

Asher DravenHartMable's footsteps approached like an old verdict. I laid on my side, one arm tucked beneath my head, the other pressed lightly over my ribs where the slash still burned. The pain had changed since I shifted, less sharp and more deep and aching. It was like someone poured hot sand under my skin. It was the kind of pain you could work through your system if you were to keep breathing and refused to think so hard. Across the room, Savannah sat on the bed that Mable instructed her to move to, towel wrapped around her feet. Her face was one of content as the steaming basin of water wafted over her skin. She watched me when she thought I wasn't looking, eyes still a bit too wide, still too bright. Fear and stubbornness tangled together in her posture. "Alright..." Mable muttered, sitting down in front of me, "Time for you turn. You idiot."My mouth twitched."Good morning to you too..." Mable scoffed but she didn't mean anything by it. Her hands were already moving, pul