Moonbound:prophecy of the werewolf

y feet remained rooted to the forest floor as a massi

s midnight black, and when it looked at me, I saw something d

't need to turn around to know who it belonged to. Luca stepped into my

n authority that seemed far older th

it was looking at Luca now, not me. Some silent communication passed b

off the creature, but I felt the forc

rush and low-hanging branches until I burst from the tree line into my backyard. My heart

ell had ju

of howling at stars that seemed close enough to touch, and of amber eyes that watched me with

er table. But I could feel him watching me, could sense his presence like electricity in the air.

ed to

l pine and rain on his skin. Up close, he was even more devastating-sharp cheekbones,

hough my voice came out br

epped closer, and I noticed faint scars along his jawline, white again

be? Afra

xpression-surprise, maybe, o

t most

might have been the ghost of a smile. "No

te every rational thought telling me to step away. He was dangerous-I knew that instinctivel

d to see an older man striding down the hallway-tall, broad-shouldered,

r, Marcus Thorn." The introduction carried a

want to shrink into myself. When his eyes met mine, I saw something that made my

ting Luca to follow. But Luca he

rough with something that might have be

empty hallway with more questions than eve