Moonbound to a Human
Savannah
For one singular moment, I forgot how to be afraid.
Asher's forehead rested against mine, his hands still framing my face, his thumbs warm against my cheeks where he brushed away my tears. The house hummed around us, low and deep, like something ancient had opened one eye and fouind me standing there.
Me.
Savannah Whitlock.
Human Disaster.
And now possible Luna.
Apparently loved by one terrifying Alpha, tolerated by one terrifying healer, possibly loved by another terrifying Beta, and now chosen by one very dramatic magical box made out of grief and his mothers ashes.