All Chapters of Moonbound to a Human: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Her shoulders dropped slightly. Another pass of my fingers, and her breathing started to steady. Again, and the tension in her spine slowly eased, which caused her to nuzzle my chest as she found a comfy position. A small sound left her. Half sigh. Half surrender, when she finally relaxed fully, her head settling onto my chest.I felt the warmth from her cheek through my shirt and with my hand splayed out on her back, felt her heartbeat slowly go from panic to exhaustion. Nero purred, satisfied."Good," He rumbled, "Keep her close." I stared into the darkness above us, just staring at the ceiling, listening. To the wind whiping outside, to the crackling of the dying embers, and to the soft "hmms" that eminated from her as she breathed in soft rhythms. And when Savannah slipped into a deep, heavy sleep, her body slackened against mine, her fingers curling into my shirt like it anchored her.I stayed awake a little while longer. Because I had already learned what lurks in the dark

I wasn't. His back was broad, his muscles shifting smoothly underneath his shirt as he stepped out of the fabric. And then.... THEN the reflection caught the curve of him and my eyes went as big as dinner plates. Finely sculpted didn't even cover it. There had to be a better word. He had the kind of ass that you would only see in commercials or on men who clearly do not eat carbs... or were carved out of marble. The kind that made mmy brain do a little dance and made my mouth dry out at the same time. I bit my lip. Hard. Trying to get the pain to reset my brain. It didn't. It just made everything worse."Stop looking. Stop looking. STOP LOOK..." But my gaze stayed pinned for another second, fascinated and traitorous, before his form stopped moving. My heart thudded. His head turned slightly. In the glass, I saw his eyes lift, dark and sharp, locking right onto my reflection. Onto me. My entire soul tred to leave my body. I jerked my gaze up to the actual window as if I had

The long dining table was already is use. A few pack members sat scattered down the length, quieter than usual, eyes flicking toward me then away. Respectful, but cautious. Watchful. Rowan, however, was entirely unconcerned with anything except his plate. He was seated halfway down the table, scarfing food like he'd ben starved. A plate in front of him was piled obscenely high. Thick slices of toast slathered in butter, eggs scrambled with herbs, bacon crisped at the edges, and a bowl of cinnamon apples steamed beside it. A mug the size of a small bucket sat near his elbow, coffee dark enought to qualify as ink. He looked up, mouth full and grinned. Savannah's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Do you guys have, like... a group chat or something? Is there a wolf telepathy happening? Because I am starting to feel deeply excluded." Rowan chuckled around his bite and, without thinking, let the word slip out in the tone he used when we were teenagers when he would talk to women he wanted t

"Well?" she demanded, cheeks turning pink again, "Are you going to let him call me that?" Rowan's smile turned innocent in a way that only a guilty man could manage. He shoveled another bite into his mouth and chewed loudly, hoping it would protect him. I kept my gaze on Savannah. "It's not what I call you, and you said it yourself, it's just a nickname." I teased her. "Little one?" she asked, blushing again. I simply nodded. "But if it is making you uncomfortable, I can tell him to stop." I added. Savannah was about to agree, then she bit her lower lip. She only does that when she's deep in comtemplation. Her eyes flicked away. "I... honestly kind of liked it." she said, her voice small and honest. Rowan made a choking sound into his coffee mug again that might have been just surprise. He set the mug down quickly, still grinning like he'd just won something we didn't know he wagered on. Heat curled low in my chest. It wasn't jealousy or anger, it was something I couldn't qu

Asher DravenHart We finished breakfast slower than when we started. Not because the food wasn't good, it was. The bread was warm, the crisp bit of bacon, and the apples that tasted like comfort. But the dining hall carried echoes: the pack's curious glances and their minds linking with one another wondering why she was still here, what she was going to do, when she was going to run. I'm glad that she couldn't hear it, the weight of things said without literally saying them. What mattered most was that Savannah ate anyway. Depsite the heavy feeling in the room. When she finally pushed her plate away, she looked steadier than she had the night before. She was still wary, her character still was sharp at the edges, but she looked less like she was one breath away from bolting out of the house and back into the cold. She sat back in the chair, tugging at the hem of my shirt like she had forgotten it was mine for a moment, then remembered and flushed faintly. I rose first, not rushi