All Chapters of Moonbound to a Human: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Asher DravenHart I pushed from my desk, stepping around the warrior who backed away on instinct. “I’ll handle it.” I strode into the corridor without wasting another second. Rowan followed a step behind. Silent, solid, like his presence could keep my wolf leashed by his sheer force of will. The lower floor grew warmer as we descended the stairs, the air was thick with the scent of my pack and the faint spice of campfire smoke twirling out from the roaring fireplace. Wolves move through the halls in smallish groups, their eyes lowered, heads dipping as soon as they saw me. The subtle hush of rank settling like freshly fallen snow. Small whispers floated above the tension. "Alpha..." "Sir." Alpha... It was a title that never let me forget what I had on my shoulders. As we neared the entry room, a scent hit me first. Wool. Something sweet, like vanilla. And something else. Not unpleasant, just... wrong. Out of place, like a summer flower blooming in the dead of winter. I steppe

Savannah Whitlock It is, unfortunately, one of my worst traits that when I get nervous, I get mouthy. Not graceful. Not poised. Not mysterious. Mouthy. So naturally, standing in the middle of a room full of strangers who may or may not have just participated in some sort of mountain cult intervention, I looked directly at the man who had silenced everyone with a single word and said the first stupid thing that came to mind. "So... what's the plan here?" I asked, lifting my chin and aiming for bold even though my knees seemed very interested in folding in on themselves. "Do I need to sign a waiver? Or is there, like, a ‘you wandered into the wrong forest fine I should know about?" A few people who were halfway to leaving the room froze. One older woman turned so fast I thought she might pull something. Somebody behind me made a soft, scandalized noise. I almost regretted speaking. Almost. Asher didn't bark. Didn't snap. Didn't look offended. He just looked at me. There was

Savannah Whitlock. Asher didn't ask me to follow. He didn't have to. The moment my fingers slid into his palm, warmth poured through me like I pressed my hand to a heater after walking in from the freezing cold. It was immediate, shocking, and wrong but in the best way possible. His skin was hot, not fever hot, just ridiculously warm, like his body ran on a different set of rules than mine did. Or maybe I was still half frozen and my brain decided to fixate on the weirdest detail possible. Asher's grip tightened, not hard or painful, just certain. I let myself be guided, mostly because my feet hadn't gotten the memo that we weren't dying in the snow now. Even by standing by the fire in the entry room my feet still felt a little cold and unsteady. The hallway stretched ahead, lit by sconces that threw a soft golden light across dark wood and stone. The entire house smelt like pine tar, smoke, and something sharper underneath all of that. Something alive. Rowan moved with us, watc

My cheeks heated again. I blamed the fire. Obviously. Asher dropped into the chair behind his desk with a solid plop that somehow made him seem more human. He leaned back, a single arm resting on the arm, and gestured to me. "Please." he politely said, "Sit." I didn't sit immediately. I hovered because hovering was my specialty tonight. Asher's dark eyes stayed on me, not aggressivly, not impatient. Just attentive. Like he was able to wait all night if he had to, and that idea annoyed the crap out of me. I sat with a huff. The leather was soft and warm, and it creaked softly under my weight like it was used to people sitting there that had heavy problems. Asher folded his arms loosely on the desk. His face remained calm and steady as he spoke. "Alright." his voice was easy, "Fire away.""Oh, I have questions. Questions stacked upon questions, sir. And they are tied together with panic and duct tape." I hesitated a moment, before I started with the one that was scraping at my

When he spoke, it was like he had this conversation with many others, but the way his eyes stayed on me told me that what he was about to say... was new. "My wolf..." he said, calm as ever, "He recognized you. As mine." My throat went dry. And despite all of my sarcasm, all my bravado, and all of my bratty defiance... I went extremely quiet. For exactly three seconds. Then my body caught up to the meaning of what he had just said, and panice shoved me out of the chair like it had hands. I stood so fast that the leather creaked in protest, and the sound made my skin crawl. I backed away from the desk, one step. Then another, until I was putting enough distance between me and his warmth. Between me and those dark eyes that felt like they could pin me without touching me. I crossed the room before I realized I was moving, the heels of my boots tapping against the wooden floors like an acusation. The closer I got tot he bookshelves, the more the room seemed to swallow me. Paper,