All Chapters of Her Moon, His Song: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: ~Avery: The next day was really weird. I tried to roll into my usual routines, but I kept thinking about my weird dream. Was it really more than just a dream? Was Drake actually here? Well, with me, somehow? The questions plagued me every minute of the day. I hardly got anything done at all. And it wasn’t just the questions running through my mind. It was the ghost of his touch. The memory of the feelings I got lost in. And that wasn’t even real. What would it be like if it were? The thought alone got me all hot and uncomfortable. No amount of swimming could refocus me, and it wasn’t until late at night after trying and failing to fall asleep that I touched myself imagining us continuing what we had started. I got close to ecstasy a few times but paused, building and building the feeling until I finally let myself feel relief. This guy was going to be the death of me. I’d fallen asleep after some time, afraid I’d see him again, but it was all just darkness

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE:~Avery: “Really! Take them!” Johan says eagerly, putting the keys in my hand. “I haven’t been out there in months and now with Rachel sick, I won’t get out there for a while. You are doing me a favor, really. If the place is empty for too long, critters move in.” He places the keys in my hand again and I look down. There’s the address written on a little tag. I push back again but he won’t hear of it. Looks like I’m going to his cabin for the next week. I guess it will be a good change of pace. It’s been a while since I’ve really just been out in nature. I guess it’s less dangerous out there, less people to come in contact with. I relent and thank him, listening to him for a few minutes about some things to note about using the place. “Okay, sounds good. Thanks so much Johan. And let me know if there’s anything you need done there or if Rachel wants anything from there I can bring back with me,” I insisted. “Yes, yes, I’m sure it’s fine but I will let you

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE:~Avery: The next morning I showered and changed before getting out to the kitchen. I had a horrible time trying to sleep last night. Knowing Drake was right there, just beyond the door, and thinking about what he told me over and over, juxtaposed against the images in my head of him in that da*n towel… He’d mentioned in our texting weeks ago that werewolves had exceptional senses, especially hearing and smell. I couldn’t chance doing any of the things I wanted to do to get some da*n release without thinking he could hear me. So I tossed and turned, and tossed and turned. Trying to not think about the way he drives me crazy, or the simple way he views things, or the way he looks at me. It was hard. Incredibly hard. Like perhaps harder than his abdomen was when I had pushed him away, when I thought my senses would take over. I walked out, taking a big breath in, prepared to face him, and- Nothing. He wasn’t there. I walked around the place, peaked out the

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN:~Avery This was all too much. My body count was out of control. Drake was out of control. I needed to let something out, anything, and preferably not another light show. I marched outside and began to lift my shirt up as I moved toward the dock, when I felt dark auras around. How had I not noticed before? I’d been distracted! I was distracted and this is what happens when I’m distracted! I turned to face where I sensed the closest ones. Four dark auras. Not much light in there. I was still buzzing from the darkness I’d taken from the werewolves earlier today. “Drake…” I whispered ever so slightly, hoping he could hear me. The wolves approached right as he burst through the door in his wolf form. He leapt quickly and stood between them and where I stood. Brave. Dumb. Both? They growled lowly, an unsettling sound coming from wolves that weren’t Drake. He snarled back loudly. My heart thundered in my chest as I picked up more auras than before, and they were

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: ~Avery: It was a few hours later when I woke up. I had taken a long, sorrowful, angry shower and fallen asleep in my towel on the bed. It was dark out and I was totally disoriented. The earlier events suddenly came to mind in a jumbled order. Killing wolves, fighting with Drake, making out on the couch then freaking out, the fight at dinner, all of it. I look over at the nightstand and scrunch my face at the time. Almost 4am the next day. I can’t believe I slept this long. I sat straight up. The bodies out there! I just left them all! I quickly dressed in an easy pair of loose workout pants and shirt, tying my knotted hair up in a messy low bun, snatched a jacket and opened the bedroom door - and stopped. Drake was there, asleep at the dining table, covered in even more dirt and blood than when I’d left him in the living room. He snored lightly and I moved quietly, trying not to wake him - I wasn’t ready to deal with what had almost happened. My whole b