All Chapters of Born of Moon and Magic: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

For one terrifying second, I wondered if he was going to lock me in the dungeon again. The thought alone sent a shiver down my spine.I had pushed him too far, and I wasn't stupid enough not to know it.There was something different about the way he stood before me now — something far more dangerous than the controlled anger I'd seen from him before. His eyes were still molten gold, his claws still extended, every muscle in his body pulled taut, as though he were one wrong word away from losing whatever restraint remained.I swallowed.Maybe I should have kept my mouth shut. Then again, I'd spent days keeping my mouth shut.Look where that had gotten me.His gaze stayed fixed on me for a long moment before his head tilted slightly. I watched his expression change. Not soften. Never that.His eyes narrowed, as though he'd just made a decision he wasn't happy about. Then I saw it — the look he got when he was mindlinking someone. His eyes closed, his hands fisted tightly at his sides.A

The first thing I thought of when I woke up was Demetrius. Not his eyes, not the way he'd carried me home after I challenged him, not even the humiliating memory of being thrown over his shoulder like I weighed nothing — his promise. I will let you contact your parents. He'd said it yesterday, and Demetrius had a particularly irritating habit of making me wonder whether he wasn't just a little bipolar; one moment he could freeze a room with a look, and the next he'd say something almost reasonable before vanishing before I could question him further. So naturally I'd spent half the night wondering if he would change his mind, silently praying to the Moon Goddess that he wouldn't.I needed to hear my parents' voices. I needed to know they were okay, and more than that, I needed them to know I was alive. After lying there a few more minutes, I finally forced myself out of bed — I wasn't going to spend the whole morning wondering whether Alpha Demetrius would honor his word. I had more i

Armida's POVI stood there for several seconds after the call ended, phone still pressed to my ear, the silence on the other end feeling wrong. A few minutes ago I'd been listening to my mother's voice — her laughter, her tears, her rushed questions, the small sighs she always gave when she was trying not to cry. Now there was nothing.Slowly, I lowered the phone.I think Leo might have feelings for you.Her words came rushing back, and I stared at the screen as if it might argue with me. Then I shook my head. "No." The word slipped out before I could stop it.Leo? My Leo? I almost laughed. There was no way. My mother had to be wrong — she was probably just been worried and emotional, looking for some explanation for why Leo had taken my disappearance so badly. That was all. It made sense. Leo was my best friend, of course he was upset. I'd vanished without warning, without so much as a goodbye, with no way for anyone to know whether I was alive or dead. Anyone who cared about me woul

Demetrius’ povThe training yard was empty at this hour, which was exactly why I went there.I told myself I needed to check the perimeter wards, that a walk to the east fence line was overdue. That was a lie. What I needed was somewhere to put my hands, and the old wooden post at the yard's edge — scarred from years of claws and knuckles — was as good a target as any.I hit it harder than I meant to, almost shattering it.Her mother's voice hadn't left me since the sitting room. I think Leo might have feelings for you. A few words, and somehow they'd lodged themselves under my ribs like a blade I couldn't work loose.I didn't know the man. I had never met him. For all I knew he was harmless — a childhood friend grieving a missing girl, nothing more. That should have been the end of it.It wasn't.Another swing. The post groaned."You're going to break that thing before you break your knuckles."I didn't turn around. Jackson's voice carried the particular tone he used when he alread

Armida's povDusk settled slow over the courtyard, the fire already lit and throwing long shadows across the Remembrance Circle. Lilith and I sat near its edge, the food laid out, the garlands catching the last of the light. Somewhere past the second cup of cider Florence pressed into my hands, the waiting stopped feeling like waiting and started feeling like something closer to nerves."They're always slower coming back than going," Lilith said, watching the tree line. "Makes the whole pack antsy.""You'd think you'd be used to it by now.""You'd think." She smiled, but her eyes didn't leave the trees. "Doesn't matter how many years I've done this. Jackson could walk out of those woods a hundred times and I'd still hold my breath every single one."I didn't have a good answer for that, so I didn't try to give one. I only knew a version of Demetrius who kept himself sealed shut, who I passed in the halls of his own house without so much as a glance most mornings. I had no idea what it