Whispers Of The Moonstone

Eleven

The hallway buzzed with the usual chatter of students rushing between classes. The group of friends—Tommy, Emma, and Abigail—walked side by side, sharing jokes and lighthearted conversations. But something felt off today.

Tommy was laughing at one of Emma’s jokes when a sudden voice called out from behind them.

“Hey, Tommy!” The voice was familiar but confident, belonging to a tall, broad-shouldered human student. Damon, he stepped into Tommy’s path with an eager grin.

Tommy stopped and glanced at Damon, raising an eyebrow. “Uh, hey,” he said, smiling .

Damon, a guy with dark hair and sharp eyes, took a step closer and smiled too widely. “I’ve been meaning to ask you. Thought we could hang out sometime,” he said, his voice laced with a flirtatious undertone. “Maybe grab a coffee or something?”

Before Tommy could answer, Damon reached out, taking Tommy’s hand in his, the grip firm and too familiar.

Drake, who had been trailing behind the group, felt his blood run cold. His wolf, instinctively aware, growled deep in his chest. The possessiveness surged in him, bubbling like a storm waiting to break. His eyes narrowed as he watched the human’s fingers intertwine with Tommy’s.

Abigail and Emma didn’t notice Drake’s sudden shift in energy, but Tommy did. He looked over at Drake, his face flushing slightly in awkwardness. He didn’t want to make a scene, but the touch felt wrong. “Uh… I’m not really—”

But before Tommy could finish, Drake was there, moving faster than anyone could blink. His eyes blazed with a dangerous intensity as he grabbed the human’s arm, jerking him away from Tommy.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Drake snarled, his voice low but full of rage. His grip on the human’s wrist tightened, and Damon’s eyes widened in fear.

“Drake, stop!” Tommy exclaimed, but it was too late. Drake’s wolf was in control, his jealousy and possessiveness unleashing the fury of a Beta who knew exactly what he wanted.

The human tried to pull back, but Drake wasn’t having any of it. With a swift movement, Drake threw a punch. It landed square on the guy’s nose, and there was a sickening crack. Blood sprayed, staining the human’s face and shirt.

“Drake! That’s enough!” Rohan’s voice rang out, followed by the arrival of the other werewolves who had heard the commotion and rushed to intervene. They quickly separated the two, holding Drake back as the Damon stumbled, clutching his broken nose and retreating to the nearest bathroom.

Drake’s chest heaved with heavy breaths, his hands still clenched into fists. The adrenaline was wearing off, but the rage in his veins didn’t dissipate. His wolf was still howling, urging him to protect Tommy, to claim him.

“Get off me,” Drake growled, his voice trembling with emotion. He turned his back on the group, not wanting anyone to see the turmoil in his eyes. He didn’t want Tommy to know how much he was struggling with the fear of rejection, how terrified he was that Tommy wouldn’t feel the mate bond the way he did.

Tommy, still in shock, called after him. “Drake, wait! What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?”

But Drake didn’t stop. He walked away, his steps heavy with the weight of his inner conflict. His wolf roared inside him, unable to calm. He was scared—scared of losing Tommy, scared of being rejected. He could barely breathe at the thought of it.

Tommy ran after him, but before he could catch up, Drake disappeared around the corner, leaving him standing there, confused and hurt.

Meanwhile, Rohan stepped closer to Abigail, his eyes flicking over her to check if she was alright after the fight. He could feel the lingering tension in the air, the strange pull between them. As his hand brushed Abigail’s arm to make sure she wasn’t hurt, a sudden rush of warmth and sparks rippled through his entire being. It was so intense it almost made him gasp. The feeling felt like electricity, sharp and addictive, sending his heart into overdrive.

Abigail’s breath caught in her throat as the touch sent an unexpected shiver down her spine. Her wolf, Iris, stirred inside her, giddy and excited. He touched us, Iris chirped inside her mind. Did you feel that, Abigail? It was like fireworks!

Abigail blinked, unsure of what was happening. Her heart was racing, and there was a strange fluttering in her chest, but she couldn’t place the reason. Was it just the proximity? Or was it something more? Her body seemed to react to Rohan in ways she couldn’t explain.

Rohan stepped back slightly, his expression unreadable as he cleared his throat. “Are you okay?” he asked, his voice a little rougher than he intended.

Abigail nodded, her heart still thudding against her ribcage. “I’m fine, thank you.” She said using a sign language.

But deep inside, Iris was practically bouncing with joy. He’s ours, Abigail. I know it. I can feel it. The bond was there, just waiting to be discovered.

Rohan, feeling the strong nature of the connection, took a slow step back, his mind still reeling from the sensation of touching Abigail. He could feel the mate bond getting stronger.

He had to wait. He had to give her time to figure it out. But the feeling of those sparks, the heat of her skin under his touch, stayed with him. It was like a magnet, drawing him in, and he couldn’t escape it.

As the crowd dispersed, leaving the hallway quieter, Abigail watched Rohan, wondering if maybe—just maybe—she wasn’t as oblivious as she thought. The connection was there, undeniable, but still just out of reach.