MoonBound

Chapter One

Selene's Pov

"What do you think will happen if we run away?"

I shake my head at Damien. I know it's his nerves talking, and I'm tired of telling him.

It's the general meet your wolf day. A day where all the recently turned 18 werewolves came to show their wolf. A tradition that was implemented by the Draxmore clan when they took over our clan.

It is their way of keeping us in check. To tame the strongest wolf before they became an issue later. Not that there were any strong wolves left in the Silverhedge clan or any other wolf clan in the five cities of ShadowCrest anymore.

Not even Alphas.

The whole roughly 23 clans of the five cities are all ruled by a general Alpha, a Beta and Gemma, who are nothing but pimps for the Draxmore. They enforce the law as well as Draxmore clan-induced law or whatever new thing he was up to.

For the ceremony today, they'll be seated at the mockery of a high table, praying against or hoping a wolf from their original clan or area of jurisdiction makes it to the Delta force.

One can never tell with the 'Hydra Heads' as they are called, secretly in all of ShadowCrest. Nor can anyone tell if being in the military is a pro in our favour or not.

My boyfriend actually thinks it's a Pro not in our favour as he currently paces the sitting room, making my head spin.

It was the mating ceremony yesterday, and I might have had a little more to drink.

"Ashur thinks we can." He says, referring to his wolf. "He says we can hide out in the woods for like a week, then fake our deaths."

"And your scent?"

He stops pacing, looking at me like I'm dumb. "I've been masking that since forever. If I evade the reveal portion, I could probably not reveal Ashur to everyone today."

I sigh. I understand his worry, but his being typical Damien and overthinking every scenario. He thinks that because of his wolf's size and colour, he might be drafted into the Delta army. Which, honestly I don't have a problem with, even though there's nothing special about his big black wolf except his intoxicating sea blue eyes, that somehow feel like they can read your soul.

"Babe, look. You'll be fine. You show your wolf, you get the 'oohs' and 'aahs' and the non-dangerous, not military worthy pass." I walk to him, let myself into his arms. Partially to comfort him and partially to help my spinning head. He holds me, and I melt into the heat of his presence. "You'll be fine. Moreover, it's a shame a beautiful wolf like Ashur can't run free beneath the moon."

He holds me tighter to himself, nuzzling and sniffing me. I grin. His sniffing for my wolf. He has the weird theory that our wolf lives in our head, so if you sniff hard and right, you catch the smell of an unemerged wolf.

"I think I smell your wolf; she's close to the surface. I can wait to meet her. Ashur too."

I pull out of his embrace to look at his eyes. You can tell when he's being silly or lying by the squints and twitches his eyes make. He's telling the truth.

"Ashur?"

"Yes. He..."  The horn sounds, signaling he beginning of the ceremony.  He takes a deep breath, his anxiety resurfacing. I hold his shirt and pull him to me for a kiss. His startled at first. I don't usually initiate kisses. He recovers quickly and takes charge of the kiss, sliding his tongue into my mouth. Demanding, pleading, then taking.

He kisses me in a way he hasn't before. He brings his hand to my neck, pulling me closer. Claiming me.

The horn sounds again. The first warning sound for latecomers. Late wolves are usually punished, rumours say, in the wolf form. But he doesn't stop just slows down. From claiming to savouring. He kisses my jaw, then my neck, my shoulder blade.

Usually, I stop him, but tonight I know he needs it. I also know he knows how far he can stretch before he stops.

The second warning sound. He pauses with his lips on my nape. He licks my nape.

"I can't wait to bond your wolf."

He arranges my hair. His eyes gleamed like a warrior with a trophy.  He kisses me again, this time quickly.  He picks up his car keys, and we both leave the house.

He opens the car door for me as I sit, the horn sounds, the final warning. He looks at me as a wolf runs past. And another.

"Ashur will get you there in time."

He looks concerned, torn. "You can't drive."

I almost laugh. He sounds frustrated at the fact that I can't drive. Well, I don't blame him he's been trying to teach me, since we officially started dating a year ago.

It's not my fault, he didn't own a car till last month and had to keep teaching me how to drive the particular car he borrowed. As Lycans will do anything but fix their car to run as it was designed to run.

"I'll walk."  He starts to say something but I don't let him. "I'm not the one who will face punishment."

He sighs. Gives me a quick peck. Then let Ashur take over. Ashur looks briefly over at me. Maybe his own idea of "hello" to me. Then he sprints off.

I can wait to meet my wolf. So I can hear Ashur and finally mate with the love of my life, Damien Throne.