Moonbound: 3. Bound in the Alpha’s Den

Sienna should have left.

She told herself that a dozen times on the hike back, boots crunching over pine needles, heart still tripping over the memory of his voice. She should have gone straight to the inn, grabbed her bag, and caught the first bus out.

But the roads were empty when she reached Greyford’s main street. The festival stalls were closed. Doors barred. Curtains drawn tight. Even the air felt heavier, charged, as the sun dipped behind the mountains. Everywhere looked almost deserted and she felt that she had to get to the inn as soon as she possibly could. 

She was halfway to the inn when the scent hit her again — warm, wild, intoxicating. Her knees weakened before her mind registered what it meant. That reaction yet again. What the hell was wrong with her? 

He was here. Her heart missed a beat. Not from fear. But from excitement. From anticipation. And she hated herself for being so drawn to a stranger that could pose a threat to her. She could