All Chapters of Her Moon, His Song: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE ~Avery: I wasn’t sure what I was expecting when I heard the knock at my door. Lost room service? The bad guys who attacked before? No - professional killers wouldn’t knock, would they? But when his voice came through the door my heart soared with hope I didn’t want. My knees quaked as I stood there, overwhelmed by it all. Questions raided my mind, my ears filled with the sound of my heart pumping blood, my breathing hitched. When he spoke again I seemed to wake up from the panic, the relief, the joy - everything - enough to move again. My mind raced for something to hold on to. For something to carry me out of this. A flash of what we had done together came to mind, and it gave me my resolve. I needed to be strong, to be in control. I needed to push him away once and for all. For everyone’s safety. When he looked at me through the crack in the door it took everything I had not to just rush him, pull him close. But I would not let go of what I knew to be righ

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: ~Avery: After pulling away from Drake, I made my way down the back staircase that led around the other side of the building. It’s hard to move quickly but quietly and I’m not sure at the moment what matters more. Can those wolves hear the creaks in these steps? At the bottom of the stairs I turn cautiously and start walking along the backside of the building, searching for any auras out there. Because of the hour, there’s not much activity anywhere outside of the random rooms I passed with lights coming through the windows. With every step I fight my magic and the instinct to just destroy everything and everyone out there. To remove this threat from the face of the earth. I clench my fists, fighting my magic, keeping it down in my abdomen. My mind flickers to Drake. There’s a flash of worry for him, I can’t hear anything going on out there, but was it right to leave him? Will he get hurt? My heart clenches at the thought of it. A second of heat takes over

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE~Avery:A few hours after waking up all disoriented in the car to realize Drake was alive, we were on foot heading to a corner store to buy a burner phone and some snacks. We had ditched the car, Drake adding tons of mud and such trying to cover the ‘scent’ as best we could, before we moved on. I still had a moderate amount of cash on me but we needed to be strategic about what we spent on now. Otherwise I’d need to use other means to get cash, and I really didn’t want to mess with my magic right now.Drake held the door open for me as we made it to the corner, I walked up and down two aisles with him pretty much glued to my side. I stopped before the phones and gave him a small glare. My stance is firm. I don’t want to say anything aloud here about backing off - but da*n dude - give a girl some space.He looked back at me, mouth twisted like he wasn’t impressed with what I was signaling. He just brought his feet together, crossed his arms, and looked back at me.O

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN:~Avery: The painful pounding in my head woke me up. I registered everything slowly. My back felt stiff, I was laying on something cold and uncomfortable. There’s a kink in my neck. The involuntary shiver that ran through me really brought the pain from all over out. My eyes squinted, but as much as I blinked, there was no light. I rolled and pushed myself off the floor only to confirm it. There’s no light here. It’s completely pitch black. And cold. Another shover rippled over my skin. I moved my hands all around me feeling nothing but hard rock. Cement maybe? I shifted my weight, reaching further away, trying to feel for something, anything. A wall maybe? Nothing. I moved further, stretching out, listening carefully to everything around but there was more of the same. No sounds, and no objects but rock or cement or whatever it was. Is this some sort of dream? Nightmare? Was I dead? I kept feeling around, strategically heading in what I think was the same dir

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: ~Avery: I vaguely registered the gun in his hand before I fell forward on my knees. A sharp pain stabbed me. I put a hand there, pulling away a dart. He shot me! What was even in that? “Just got to make sure we keep you dosed. Can’t risk you getting your voice back can we?” the older O’Dell kid smiled, tucking the dart gun somewhere in his back pocket. My head slunk forward. “Now, before you go back to bed… I need you to take this,” he said with what seemed like super speed. Was he speaking really fast or was everything moving slowly? Darkness threatened to take over my vision and my head swam. I saw a little bright green speck in his hand. “No,” I blubbered out, hands splayed on the ground trying to hold my body up. “Well you take it now, willingly, or I call your mutt’s Alpha and tell him exactly where to find him. Plus - I can always just shove it down your throat when you’re asleep. Which shouldn’t take more than.. Oh,” he looked at his watch, “t