The Heartless Alpha’s Beloved Luna (Avery and Gideon) novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Avery’s POV

I was staring a 250lb wolf in the face from mere feet away.

Gideon’s wolf was huge. The largest I had ever seen. Paws the size of dinnerplates. Black fur tipped with silver that gleamed in the moonlight.

And he looked angry.

I stood, frozen, as Gideon’s wolf stalked towards me, fangs bared. His eyes were golden coins, and those teeth looked razor

sharp.

“G-Gideon?” I stammered, taking a slow, uneasy step backwards. “Are you in there?”

Since I was unable to manifest my wolf myself, I didn’t get to run with my pack during Full Moon hunts. Still, I knew enough to know that this wasn’t normal. It wasn’t a Full Moon so he should have been in full control of his wolf, but Gideon did not

reappear.

Which meant something was wrong.

I had to find out what it was.

“I hope you can hear me.” I started talking, nervously, but I stopped retreating. “Help me figure out what’s wrong?”

I had never transformed, so I had no idea how much one could understand when in wolf form. My wolf lurked in the back of my mind, but rarely did she make her presence felt, and she’d never allowed me to shift.

I didn’t know why. Maybe I was just broken.

Others had described it as riding as passenger in your own mind. You and the wolf are one, but your human side takes a passive

role.

Here it felt more like Gideon’s wolf had staged a coup.

Since I couldn’t voluntarily shift, I had no way to communicate to his wolf directly. Wolves could talk telepathically to each other over short distances, but you had to be in wolf form to do it.

And no one else was around to act as translator.

Gideon’s wolf rushed forward, then stopped mere inches from my face. I fought the impulse to shriek and curl up in to a ball. Wolf prey drives were strong, and sometimes in a heightened state, they would attack and kill indiscriminately.

I needed to not look like prey.

I tried to keep my voice low, and calm.

“Gideon…I mean, Gideon’s wolf.” I greeted, shakily. “Show me what I need to do to help. Why are you here?”

The wolf growled, and snapped at the air.

“You’re upset. Something must be very wrong. I want to help.” I focused on projecting as much calm as I could, even as I watched saliva slowly drip from those deadly fangs.

The wolf whined, then butted me with his head. It was like getting hugged by a wrecking ball, and shoved me off my feet onto the ground.

I stared up at the wolf standing over me, then slowly climbed to my feet, maintaining eye contact.

I had to think. I had to find some way to help.

1/2

I looked around, trying to see what could have caused Gideon to shift. There didn’t seem to be any immediate danger, and no one was attacking that I could see.

Everyone was in the Gala. The music and voices of the crowd spilled out into the night joyously. No one else seemed to see an issue happening.

“Something’s wrong ” I said out loud, more to myself than to him. Gideon’s wolf made a soft chuffing sound. I looked back into those golden eyes, trying to read what he was trying to tell me.

“You aren’t howling, or trying to get anyone else because…” I thought hard, “You don’t want anyone else to know?”

The wolf nudged me with his nose, gently this time.

“But you think I can help?”

The wolt whined. Low this time. A hesitant sound.

“Maybe. You think maybe I can help.” Although I had no clue how, I was touched. “Okay, we’ll figure this out together.”

Gideon’s wolf didn’t make a sound, but waited. He seemed more calm now, at least.

“Something hurt Gideon.” I reasoned, “But we were just dancing. I didn’t see anything hurt him. Something he ate? Poison?”

The wolf cocked his head to the side, then pawed at the ground.

It wasn’t exactly confirmation, but I got the feeling I was on the right track. But what could help a poisoned werewolf? And what could harm only the human side and not the wolf?

I knew that some substances were toxic to werewolves. Everyone knew the main ones. Silver. Wolfsbane.

There were others, less deadly, that could effect the bond between human and wolf. Potions that could suppress the wolf side. And then there were other balms for healing.

I racked my brain trying to remember what basic first aid I knew. What they went over in pack school.

Peppermint was a purgative and could help clear the blood. I knew my mother had made me eat it when I had been ill as a child, or ate something I shouldn’t.