Chapter Fifty Three: Ghosts of the First Howl

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• The Full Moon Murders    Chapter Sixty Nine — The Rooftop Reckoning

  Lightning tore across the sky as the first wolf leapt for the rooftop.Evelyn fired before it landed.The silver round struck its shoulder — not fatal, but enough to drop it hard against the ledge. Logan was already moving, shifting mid-step with a growl that split the night air. Bones cracked, muscle stretched, and in seconds, he was no longer a man — but a predator.Three more wolves followed the first, claws scraping steel and concrete.Evelyn ducked behind a vent unit, heart pounding, gun reloaded. Logan met the first of them mid-air, teeth bared, and the two went down in a fury of snapping jaws and blood.Across the rooftop, Rhodes didn’t flinch.She simply watched.Her eyes glowed red under the stormlight, calm as death itself. She didn’t raise a weapon. She didn’t speak. The wolves did her work for her — loyal, rabid, and unafraid to die.“They’re not just attacking,” Evelyn shouted to Logan. “They’re testing us.”Logan snarled, throwing one wolf off the edge with a brutal swip

• The Full Moon Murders    Chapter Sixty Eight — Split Blood

  The plan was simple.But nothing ever stayed simple for long.Evelyn adjusted the straps of her tactical vest, staring at the blueprint spread across the table. Logan stood beside her, checking his weapons in silence. The Circle's lab where Mason was being held was buried beneath an old military hospital — off-grid, abandoned, and swarming with armed guards who didn’t blink like normal people.“He’s on sub-level three,” Logan said, tapping the map. “Guard rotation’s light between 2 and 2:15 a.m. We’ve got a window of seven minutes before the next shift rolls in.”Evelyn nodded. “Seven minutes to get in, extract him, and get the hell out. No alarms. No mistakes.”Logan looked at her, his eyes flickering with wolf heat. “You sure you’re ready for this?”She met his gaze. “I’m not letting them keep him. Not again.”Damian stood at the edge of the city, where steel gave way to trees and memories he’d buried long ago.The message had come an hour ago: Come alone. Or she dies.No name. No l

• The Full Moon Murders    Chapter Sixty Seven— Trust No One

  They stared at Damian.The basement lights flickered, casting shadows across his face—too calm, too composed for a man who claimed he hadn’t led them into a trap.“Tell me that message’s wrong,” Evelyn said, her voice low.Damian didn’t answer right away. He didn’t look away, either.“I told you I left them,” he said finally. “But no one ever really leaves the Circle.”Logan raised his gun. “Start talking.”“I bought us time. That’s it.” Damian’s eyes shifted toward the ceiling. “They wanted blood. I gave them a trail. An old one. I thought it would keep them off you.”“You thought wrong,” Mason growled.Outside, the howls had stopped.Worse than sound was silence. It meant they were circling.“They’re not coming for me,” Damian said, gaze now locked on Evelyn. “They’re here for you.”Evelyn froze.“What?”Damian took a slow step forward. “You’re not just a threat. You’re the only thing left they can’t control. Rhodes doesn’t want you dead. She wants you changed.”“No.” Evelyn shook h

• The Full Moon Murders    Chapter Sixty Six : The Dog At The Door

  The rain had finally stopped, but the city was no calmer. Smoke curled from broken rooftops. Alarms screamed across a skyline wrapped in fear. The werewolves had stopped hiding—and the truth, too, refused to stay buried.Evelyn’s fingers trembled as she scrolled through the encrypted file Logan had recovered. Her father’s name was there. Buried in a decades-old logbook of classified donors and scientists who had funded Operation Lycan in its infancy.James Cross. Her father.A donor. A handler. A silent enabler.She read the words again, trying to feel something, anything—but she was numb.He'd died thinking he was a hero. But now? She wasn’t sure what he’d really been.Logan stood across the room, bruised and barely healed. He hadn’t said much since Lucian’s attack. Neither had Damian. Voss had vanished after the fight, leaving only a message on Evelyn’s burner:“Don’t trust anyone until I get back. Especially not your old allies. They’ve already chosen a side.”And then… silence.No

• The Full Moon Murders    Chapter Sixty Five : Blood at the Gates

  The river always divided the city — not just north from south, but old from new, safety from wildness. And now, under the dying moon, that line was gone.They were crossing it.From the rooftop of the abandoned garage, Evelyn could see them: shapes moving like shadows, low to the ground, too many to count. Not random rogues. Not scattered strays. This was a pack, organized and furious.Damian stood beside her, hands in his pockets, his expression unreadable. Logan paced behind them, muttering to himself.“They’re not here to talk,” Logan said finally. “This is a message.”Damian didn’t answer. His eyes were locked on the streets below — watching, calculating. Evelyn noticed the stiffness in his shoulders. The smallest crack in his perfect mask.“They used to follow you,” she said quietly. “Didn’t they?”Damian’s jaw tightened. “I’m not the only one who wants control. The old blood believes I’ve gone soft. That I’ve… diluted what we are.”He turned to her.“They want the city. They wan

• The Full Moon Murders    Chapter Sixty Four— The Wolf Senator

  The rain hadn’t let up. It crashed against the windows in sheets, steady and relentless, as if the sky itself was trying to drown the truth.Evelyn stood near the boarded window of the safehouse, arms crossed tight across her chest, soaked to the bone. Her heart thudded like a war drum in her chest, the adrenaline still burning from the chase. She didn’t trust tonight. She didn’t trust anything anymore.Then the door burst open.Senator Trask stumbled inside, coughing, bleeding from a gash near his ribs. His expensive coat hung from his shoulders in tatters, and his eyes — those calculating, composed eyes — were wide with something Evelyn hadn’t seen in them before.Fear.Real fear.He looked at her, almost pleading. “You have to believe me, they’re coming. They sent—”She had her gun drawn before he could finish.“You should be dead,” Evelyn said flatly. “You disappeared. You ran.”He slumped into the wooden chair like he’d been holding his breath for hours and just couldn’t anymore.