All Chapters of Moonbound to a Human: Chapter 81 - Chapter 88

RowanHer silence was enough of an answer. "Mabel..." I sat back, ignoring the sharp pull in my side.Her eyes lifted to mine."He inherited the old kind." She started. "Blood-oath permissions. The kind used before written law caught up with magic. Council elders could touch the outer ward in emergencies without waiting for the Alpha's direct command."Caius stared at her. "That, is extremely stupid.""Well, it was made during a war.""My statement stands." I exhaled slowly. "If his permissions were still active..." I said, "he would not need to break the wardline at all. He would only need to persuade it to open."Mabel's expression darkened. Caius muttered something quick under his breath that sounded very close to a curse.If Silas was guilty, then Valtheris had found someone old enough, bitter enough, and powerful enough to give weakness a shape. But on the off chance that he was innocent, then someone went through alot of trouble to make it look like he wasn't. Both option

MabelTobin Marr's name should not have been on anything. Not a ward report. A patrol legder.Not even beneath Silas Vane's signature as if the dead had suddenly taken up ink and duty again.I stared at the folded report on the table, and for a deep, irritating moment, I had nothing sharp to say."Tobin Marr couldn't have signed those reports." I said.Asher's voice dropped. "You're certain?""One hundred percent.""How?"The answer rose through me like an old bruise.Because I had seen him, knelt beside him as I washed the ward ash from his hair and blood from his face. Because I wrapped his body myself while everyone around me argued about rogues and revenge."I was the one to prepare him for burial." I said.The room changed after that.Caius went quiet in the doorway. Savannah's hand tightened around Asher's."If he's dead..." Savannah whispered, "how did his name appear on reports from..." She paused and looked a the paper in Asher's hands, "three weeks ago?""That I do not know

SavannahThere wasn't a better word for it. Screamed.The wardline screamed.It wasn't a howl or a crack. Not the deep, uneasy hum I had felt beneath the floors of the estate.It. Screamed.The sound tore through the trees, through the snow, even through the frozen ground beneath my boots. Every wolf around me flinched. Even Asher. His shoulders tightened, claw already pushed through his fingers, his body planted between me and basically the zombie standing at the edge of Sector Four.Tobin Marr.Or that who they said he was.The thing wearing his body stood with one hand raised, palm outward. Something pulsed under his skin like a wound that was breathing. The wardline shimmered around him. Gold. Gray. Wrong, parting as if it hated itself for obeying.I sucked in a sharp breath. My pendant burned against my chest."Asher..." I whispered, pressing a hand over it."I know."His voice rough. Not scared.But furious. Protective. Close to letting Nero run rampant with teeth and no patien

AsherWe moved through the cemetery toward the house as quickly as our feet would carry us.Not running. Running turned into fear, and fear turned into command. Running made warriors reckless, careless. Running made shadows into enemies and enemies into ghosts.I wouldn't give whomever is doing all of this that satisfaction.The estate rose ahead of us, dark against the winter sky. Every lit window looked fragile. Every stone looked as if it were waiting, holding its breath.Behind us, Garren wrapped Tobin's body in a dark cloth. The sight twisted something in my chest. That man had served my house, faithfully I might add, and when he died someone had made certain that the house never truly released him. I had a suspicion of who that person might be and the evidence that I have collected it pointing in that direction but I need direct proof to make my heart at ease. Someone had known, even in death, his body could still be useful if the right oath was left unbroken.Tobin Marr wasn