All Chapters of Of Wolves and Magic: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

DeidreThe backs of my legs stuck to the old vinyl bus seating, and I instantly regretted my decision to wear a dress for moving day.But it was comfortable right up until I sat down, and I didn’t have to bother pulling a pair of pants out of my already packed wardrobe.Everything I owned was stuffed into one large suitcase—well, everything that wasn’t left to me by my grandmother, anyway.A deep ache nestled itself in my chest as I stared out the foggy old window at the scenery that was once so familiar to me. When I was a little girl, I spent every summer here in Moonhollow with my grandmother, but when my father never returned from his annual hunting trip, my mom moved me out to the city, and I never saw my grandma again.There’d been a hole in my heart ever since I last left Moonhollow. Grandma never had a phone in the old cottage, and though I must have sent her dozens of letters over the years, she never sent even one back.I thought she’d written me off for good, so I never tri

DeidreStepping onto my grandma’s property after all these years felt eerie. Without her here, the place I spent so much of my childhood at just felt like an empty cottage in a plot of woods.She was gone, and she took all of her energy and love with her.“So, what do you think?” I asked the cat, who I’d decided to name Stallone, as I clung to him to stop myself from crying. “I used to spend a lot of time up here, believe it or not.”The small patch of yard she kept was starting to get overgrown, but the rocks I’d painted as a child that marked the path to the house were still there, emblazoned with childish renditions of lizards and bugs, albeit a bit less vibrant than I remembered them.She would have seen these every time she left the cottage, probably missing me on those summer days when I used to skip across the stones pretending the ground was lava.The corner of my lip tugged upward in spite of my grief. The time I did get to spend with her had been idyllic. I couldn’t have ask

DeidreWith my floor—mostly—repaired, I decided to reward myself with a trip to one of the few buildings in town I’d never been in before.The Full Moon inn, the village’s local tavern and undoubtably the place to be if I wanted to get to know my new neighbors.When I was a little girl the place was obviously off limits, so even if I wasn’t generally one for drinking, I couldn’t resist the urge to check out what passed for nightlife in a small town like Moonhollow.A bell jingled above the heavy wooden door, and I was immediately enveloped by the soft glow of warm lights, the savory aroma of traditional bar food, and the melancholic crooning of the live band.It was peaceful, inviting even, until I met eyes with the big man sitting at the bar.Grant Hawthorne eyed me sharply as he nursed his mug of beer, pointedly turning away as if to say, ‘Don’t you dare come near me.’It gave me half a mind to march my happy ass over and sit next to him, purely out of spite after the way he acted t

GrantThe tavern door slammed shut as I made my escape, my heart pounding in my chest like a war drum coming from across enemy lines. There was a chill in the air that burned my lungs when I inhaled, but I didn’t care.All I cared about was getting the hell out of there.Whatever I expected to happen when I made the decision to give into my desires and fuck Deidre Carey, I didn’t expect this.All I had hoped was that I’d knocked back enough alcohol to keep the beast at bay so I wouldn’t show her my other face and scare her to death—if the animal didn’t rip her to shreds.It was a gamble, but I didn’t expect to hit the jackpot.For the first time since becoming a werewolf, the beast inside of me felt tamed. Sated.I was desperate for a way to control the new monster inside of me, but I never expected to find the answer buried between that woman’s legs.It was more than just the fucking—I’d tried using random hookups to blow off steam in the past, and it didn’t do a damn thing but leave