All Chapters of Moonbound to a Human: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Don't push it, puppy."I saw a small hint of a blush creep along his neck as his gaze flicked back to the portrait. He smiled again and huffed. It was like he was checking himself. Like he was reminding himself, along with his so called wolf, that there were ghosts in this room and he owed them con

I swallowed, my breathing still a little uneven and forced myself to meet his eyes again. "But..." I started, my voice quiet, "I don't know why." Asher's expression shifted, his attention sharpening. "Why you are staying?" he asked. I nodded then hurriedly talked before I could back out of it. "I know that it's not logic." I said, voice trembling at the edges, "It's not because this is safe, because I know its not. It's not because I have some plan. I don't" I let a shaky breath and pressed my palm lightly into his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heartbeat, "It's like something... is pulling me." My fingers curled in his shirt without meaning to, like I was trying to anchor myself to the feeling. "Like I'm being driven." I whispered, "Like if I walk away I'll be ripping something out of myself." I searched his face, heart starting to pound. Asher's gaze went dark, his pupils widening again. His jaw flexed once, and I felt something under his skin shift. "That would be

"Yes?" I asked carefully. Ready for her to change her mind at any second. Savannah lifted her chin, trying for confident and landing somewhere adorably determined. "I want a more detailed tour of the house." "A tour? That's all?" A laugh threatened, fonder this time. "Yes," she insisted. "Not the 'you're about to have a panic attack so I'm going to shove you in a study' tour. A real one. I want to know where I am. Where I can do. Where I shouldn't. What doors lead to creepy places... with creepy things." "Creepy things?" I arched a brow. Savannah pointed at the ceiling as if the house walls could listen. "This place is full of wolves and magic and... and... telepathic group chats! I'm allowed to assume there are creepy things." I smiled. I couldn't help it. Wide and real. "You are totally allowed to assume." "Don't you smile at me like that." "Like what?" "Like you think it's cute that I'm trying to be brave." I stepped closer. "I don't think it's cute." Savannah's b

I didn't stop walking, but my thumbb brushed over her knuckles, hopefully it eased her self doubt. "Well. You are." I said plainly. Savannah jerked her head toward me, eyes wide. "Excuse me?" I let out a short breath through my nose, amused at the immediate offense on her face. "Not like that, little one." "Sure..." she said flatly, unconvinced. I guided her past a tall mirror flanked by a pair of sconces shaped like wolves' heads, their iron mouths holding little flame shaped bulbs. "It's the house mates." "The... what?" Savannah blinked. "The pack," I corrected myself, then realized it didn't help, "My pack. There are certain members that live her full time like myself. And they are checking on me." She slowed her pace, brows knitting together. "Checking on you?" "Yes." I said simply. Savannah glanced behind us like she expected wolves to be creeping up in the hall. "Why? Aren't you their..." she stopped herself, mouth twisting, "leader guy?" I his a smile at the clum

Savannah's mouth pressed into a determined line. "Noted." I had a feeling that she was going to read every single one, and most of them not brought to me first. She drifted closer to one of the shelves, fingers hovering just above the spines without touching, like she was trying to be respectful. Her eyes flicked to a section labeled in neat writing on small brass plates: Territory Lines, Warding Theory, Pack History, Treaties & Arbitration. She followed it along until she got to a different sign. This one was messier, like someone hastily stamped it on brass: "ROWAN'S 'IMPORTANT' FILES." Savannah snorted softly. "He made himself a shelf?" "He insisted." I said. "And you let him." I lifted a shoulder. "He's persistant." The moment those words left my lips, my mind betrayed me. Dragging up a memory I hadn't asked for, hadn't wanted, like it had been waiting behind my ribs for the smallest crack. The library, it was late, the lamps were low. The rest of the house was quiet en