All Chapters of In the Shadows of the Moon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

(Izobel’s POV)“She’s kinda weird, you think?” Ryzen said when we were alone in the elevator.“Why?” I asked, glancing at him and then back to the floor number. If I were to ask, I preferred using the stairs because our floor destination was only on the fifth floor.“I don’t know, maybe because she’s always been looking around the hotel. More like snooping around,” he answered. “I almost wanted to check the CCTV where she’s been going, just to check, you know.”“I understand,” I said, pressing my lips, but when the elevator door opened, I talked to Ryzen again. “So, what’s the complaint all about?” “The couple in Room 502 is complaining about the noise from the next room. We hardly had this kind of complaint because first, the walls are soundproof, and second, I was terrified somebody’s turning in that room.”I raised my eyebrows at him. “Turning? Turning into what?” I wanted to correct him about the soundproof wall, like not hearing any noises at all. He pressed his lips and looke

(Izobel’s POV)My head rested on his chest while his arms were wrapped around my body, not letting me go. When I checked the time on my wristwatch, I had been here for more than four hours. I couldn’t believe Ethan had brought me to the blissful seventh heaven many times. I craned my neck to look at his handsome face. “You made me hungry, Ethan,” I said, taking his hand on my mouth, playfully biting his wrist but never sinking my teeth into the throbbing blood in his veins. It would give me strength, but I craved human food.“Just a little,” he kissed my forehead, believing me.“Not this one. My wolf me is hungry for food. Real food, Ethan,” I chuckled, climbing down from the bed, and when he tried to pull me back to the bed, I shook my head. “Tonight,” I promised. I wanted more of him, and every time he claimed me, uniting our body and soul, the more I wanted to kill anyone who would take him away from me.I walked at my human pace naked and collected my clothes outside his bedroom.

(Izobel’s POV)“Hello, Anastacia!” I greeted and smiled, but there was an edge to it.She raised her eyebrows, not expecting to see me in the hotel. I was sure she looked shocked and studied me from head to toe about three times.“You did not change,” she uttered, almost in a whisper, her eyes still squinting.Anastacia was popular in high school, and I bet she would still be popular among our batchmates if the school would hold a reunion now. She was the same Anastacia, the much better version that men would probably fantasize about, having an alluring beauty and hot sexy body.“Why, Anastacia? Are you expecting me to grow tentacles?” I smirked and raised my eyebrows at her.The clerk at the front desk pressed her lips to suppress a chuckle and lowered her gaze, pretending to focus on the screen of her computer monitor.“No!” She hissed. “I’m expecting you to have wings and fangs.” She sneered as her nostrils flared in annoyance. “Fix this,” she said.I walked toward Anne’s side, che