All Chapters of Moonbound to a Human: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

"In a sense, yes." Rowan's mouth tightened, "I could make you a target." I let out a shakey breath, my eyes fixed on the box like it could open up on its own. "And you..." I muttered, "Just keep it sitting there like a giant paperweight?" That is when Asher finally spoke. His voice was calm, still, but carried across the room like the fire's warmth. "It doesn't awaken on command." he said, "It awakens when it decides to." My head snapped up. "When it decides to?" "As if it has a mind." I added, because if I didn't keep the sarcasm alive, I would fall apart completely. Asher's gaze held mine. "In a way, it does." I stared at him, cheeks flushing with anger and fear tangling together until I couldn't tell which one was stronger. "And you're just... okay with that?" I asked, leaning toward him and holding my hands out, "With your entire world finding out. Whether I want it or not?" Asher didn't flinch. "No." he said, quietly, "I'm not okay with any part of this being force

"Okay..." She cleared her throat and lifted her chin, trying to show a little more confidence, "Then answer me this." "Ask away." I said as I crossed my arms. Her eyes flicked between Roman and I. "If the other packs find out... What exactly happens? Give me the worst case, best case scenario. No sugarcoating." Rowan shifted, but I held a up a hand--small quiet. "I would be able to answer" it told him. "Best case," I said, "They would gossip. They would watch and then decide if it was worth their time. If it wasn't then they would ignore it as if it was none of their buisness." Savannah made a short, humorless sound. She knew that the best case scenario wasn't going to happen. "Now, the worst case," I continued, my voice hardening, "They would see a weakness." "In you." She stated, her jaw tightening so much it clicked. "In the pack." I corrected, "In our traditions. In the idea that a human could stand beside a wolf, beside me and not break." "And what do they do with that

Luckily, atleast to what I could sense, Savannah didn't notice the crack I had swallowed, but I knew that Rowan did. He could sense my sudden heartbeat spike, my sudden scent of fear. His gaze flicked to me, then back to Savannah. "So you're basically telling me..." Savannah exhaled, frustraded, "is that you don't know." "Not entirely," I admitted. "There are rules that we know, and some that we think we know." Her lips pressed together. She looked down at her hands like she was trying to stop them from shaking by her sheer force of will. "Third question..." She said, still looking at her hands, though her tone sharpened a fraction, her bratty armor reassembling, "Why do you keep saying 'future Luna' like it's a job posting? Is that, what, some tkind of title? Like... pack queen? Pack mom? Pack HR?" Rowan let out a sound that sounded suspiciously like a cough, rough and controlled. It lasted about a half of a second before it betrayed him and turned into a laugh he tried to swal

"Okay. He. Your male wolf roommate. I--" She exhaled hard. "I feel like I'm in a fever dream." Nero rumbled in my skull, equal parts smug and offended."She learns." he purred."Quiet." I warned. He did. Mostly. I exhaled through my nose, reins tightening in my chest until I felt fully myself again. The last thing Savannah needed was my eyes flaring gold again. "Savannah," I said, keeping my tone calm, "I believe that is enough for the evening." She opened her mouth, ready to argue, her bratty defense already loading. I held up one hand, not to command, just to steady the moment. "I'm not shutting you down. I'm just trying not to overload you." Her lips pursed. Her gaze flicked to the desk, to the box and then back to me. Like she was still collecting every threat that was in the room. "You look like you're still half in shock," I continued. "Sleep. Rest. In the morning, we will continue. At your pace." Savannah scoffed softly, but it lacked bite. "I don't exactly feel l

I moved around her and headed toward my dresser, dark iron wood with shining gunmetal pulls, keeping my back mostly to her in order to give her space. I opened the top drawer and pulled out clothes for tomorrow: a fitted black long sleeve shirt, soft and worn at the cuffs, and dark pants folded neatly. Practical. Clean. I moved next to a drawer lower and retrieved another set of clothes: charcoal sweatpants and a plain black tee, softened with age. It was the kind of clothes that were meant for sleeping and nothing else. No symbols. No pack markings. Just fabric. I set them on the edge of the dresser and turned slightly so that I could see her. She stood at the foot of the bed, her gaze darting again. Bed. Bathroom. Dresser. Windows. Like she was trying to decide what was safe for her to touch. "Savannah," I said gently. She looked up, startled, then composed herself quickly. "Yeah?" "What do you usually sleep in?" I asked. "If I don't have anything in my dresser that is to you