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Beasts of the Moon Chapter 73.
Gerald. Friday, 4th July. Next day. Night. The moon is out. High and watching. Rain lashes in heavy sheets, drowning the woods in silver and shadow. The night is silent except for our footsteps, steady and deliberate. My swords ride across my back, the leather vest clinging wet to my skin. We are shadows, all of us, moving as one. The rain plasters my hair to my face, running cold rivulets down my eyes. Almost blinding me. ‘Alpha… they’re coming.’ Kelan’s voice slices through the mind link. He’s perched on the ridge above, other scouts at his side. Luke lifts a fist and halts the others. ‘Are they morphed?’ I ask, scanning the black around me. Shapes lurk. Predators hiding in the storm. ‘Not morphed, Alpha.’ Good. ‘We wait,’ I command. And then I hear Simon, stepping into the rain with his warriors. Lightning burns the sky and his face is carved in white light. Hate radiates from him, thick as the storm. Iris flashes through my mind. Her hand on my cheek, lips trembling a
Beasts of the Moon Chapter 72.
Luke. Meanwhile… I step into the house and the smell hits me instantly, rich pork roast, crisping potatoes, spices that cling to the air like a promise. My stomach growls. My tongue waters. I'm fucking hungry. “Honey,” I call, kicking my shoes aside. Primrose’s head pops out from the kitchen. “I’m in here.” I smile, wandering in leisurely until I’m standing in the doorway, just watching her. My wife, moving so effortlessly in her space, stirring, turning, seasoning. Graceful even in the small things. “Hey, come chop the onions for the salads.” She calls over her shoulder, without even glancing at me. I chuckle inwardly, grab an onion and a knife, and start methodically slicing. My thoughts drift. Tiny little ones running around this very kitchen. Her laughter mixing with theirs. Our future, close enough to touch. “How was training?” She asks, stirring at the stovetop. “Mhmm…” I blink, pulled back from my reverie. “It was fine, baby. Gerald’s just… worried about Iris.” Primr
Beasts of the Moon Chapter 71.
Iris. Later… “Thank you, Mum, for the soup. It was…” I pause, searching for the right word. “Oddly invigorating.” I smile at Willa Ford. She smiles back and waves the maid away. “So, Iris, tell me, what really happened back there? Was it the smell of all that blood and meat? What frightened you?” Her voice is careful, concerned. I frown, trying to recall. The visions. The spasms. The fever. The mirror. “I don’t know… I don’t think it was the coppery smell of blood. I think it was something else. Something…” I swallow, remembering the image that still haunts me. Iris in the mirror. I was Iris in the mirror. Her voice whispered before I blacked out, ‘Welcome home’ The memory shudders through me. “Do you… do you believe in ghosts?” The words tumble out before I can stop them. Willa’s eyes widen briefly, but her expression softens again. “Because I think that house might be haunted by Iris’ spirit,” I confess, grimly. She regards me quietly. Not reproachful. Thoughtful. “I’ve
Beasts of the Moon Chapter 70.
Gerald. Thursday, 3rd July. Next day. Morning. I stare at my wife as she sleeps. Her lashes rest against her pale skin, her lips drained of color. She looks fragile, breakable. I don’t know what happened to her yesterday. No one does. One minute she was with my mother at Agnes’ place. The next, she was carried back into the house unconscious, burning with fever. No explanation. No answers. I drag in a heavy breath and rise. Training with the wolves waits for me as it has every morning since the elders forced these rules of engagement down my throat. Since they refused to join me in avoiding this war. ‘Gerald, you either fight, or you face banishment.’ Elder Ryan’s words replay in my mind. That venomous snake. He’d love nothing more than to see me cast out, paving the way for Ephraim to rise. I know where his loyalty lies. I’ve heard his thoughts. I’ve felt his fear of being caught for his involvement in that violent protest that took place in my home, days back. “Is she awake
Beasts of the Moon Chapter 69.
Iris. Wednesday, 2nd July. Next day… Noon. We drive into Agnes’ home after our tour of the Herewit meat farm. State of the art, truly. Modern machinery everywhere, the air thick with the metallic tang of meat and blood. Too familiar. Too sharp. Standing there earlier among the livestock and workers, listening to Agnes’ practiced words, I swore I suffered déjà vu. Like I’d already walked that ground once before. Like I had lived the life before. The tension between Willa and Agnes when we first met had been sharp, clipped greetings exchanged like they were swords. But as the hours passed, their stiffness melted. They spoke like old friends, about children, about motherhood. Agnes even joked about Gerald and me raising little cubs someday. Now, in her home, I can’t shake the ache gnawing at me. Her daughter’s photos line the wall. Each time I glance at them, a strange chill pierces me. Her dark eyes, her whole face, mirror mine too closely. Not envy. Not jealousy. Something else.
Beasts of the Moon Chapter 68.
Erianna. I stagger back, horror choking me as Oleen’s words sink in. My chest tightens, my breaths shallow and frantic. She’s lying. She has to be lying. Calling that woman Iris Herewit? No. No. It isn’t possible. A chill swarms me, sharp and unnatural, cutting deeper than the cold air around us. “It’s not possible… Gerald said the healer told him she died. Iris died. She didn’t survive my attack that night.” My voice trembles as the memory claws its way back, bloody, merciless, alive inside me. Patrick’s neck snapping beneath my jaws. His lifeless body falling. Iris bleeding, broken, and barely breathing. She couldn’t have survived. She shouldn’t have, just as the healer had said. “You don’t believe me, do you?” Oleen’s sneer slices into my ears, louder than my own pulse pounding like war drums. I grip the hood of my car for balance, nails digging into metal, my body weak. She’s close behind me now, I feel the pull of her darkness. “Did anyone ever see her body? Did the healer sh
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