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Iris. Saturday, 12th July, four days later… Morning. I’ve had nightmares for days on end. Dreams where I fall, endlessly, and no one catches me. Until suddenly, I’m submerged in blood. Drowning in it. And then Gerald pulls me out, only for him to shift into his wolf and lick every drop of blood off my skin. When he morphs back, his eyes lock on mine, and he asks me to stand by his side against the entire world. This morning, the same fevered vision yanks me from sleep. My reflection in the mirror stares back at me with wide, haunted eyes. If I don’t leave this house right now, I’ll lose my mind. I shower, throw on a simple pink day dress that hides the scar Erianna gave me years ago, twist my hair into a messy bun, and head downstairs. At the bottom of the staircase, I run straight into her. Erianna. My feet freeze of their own accord, heart pounding. Not from fear, but from memory. Instinct. She blocks my path, her face smug, and suddenly I see her as she was that day, rippin
Beasts of the Moon Chapter 79.
Gerald. Night… It’s 10:58 p.m. when I finally have a moment to myself. The words from tonight’s meeting still echo in my head. ‘We cannot end an age old tradition because of an aggrieved widow. Simon’s widow is only sad that her mate was taken from her. Would she have petitioned if Gerald had fallen instead? I don’t think so.’ That argument sparked a storm. Elders murmured and clashed, voices rising, while we Alphas sat silent in our booth. Watching. Carrying the mantle of leadership, once a symbol of strength, now a burden that weighed like iron chains. None of us had the courage to say what we feared most. A widow had done what we could not. Even now, my chest tightens at the image of Simon’s mate weeping before the world. Her grief mirrored in so many others, women and men robbed of warmth, of the one soul they lived for. Seeing her only deepened what I already knew; every moment with my mate is priceless. I can’t waste them. Once in bed, I reach for my phone. My heart settle
Beasts of the Moon Chapter 78
Iris. Tuesday, 8th July, three days later… Evening. I’m out on the terrace, staring helplessly into the garden. Rain falls in quiet sheets, soaking everything, cold and heavy. But it isn’t the wet or the chill that dampens my mood. It’s the dangerous truth I’m hiding, one I can’t bring myself to share. It presses down on me until my chest feels hollow, my heart drowning in guilt. For three days now, I’ve fought the urge to run to my mother, my real mother, Agnes Herewit and collapse in her lap. More than once I’ve sat in the car, hands trembling on the wheel, ready to drive to her. But every time I start the engine, I remember. To her, I am the kind Luna who redeemed her from shame. Not the guilty daughter who once dragged her name through the mud. And Gerald, gods, Gerald. The very qualities I once condemned, I now crave. Methodical. Careful. Compassionate. A true leader. Responsible. Sexy as hell. It’s always been him. Yet I tossed him aside for Patrick. Patrick, the charming f
Beasts of the Moon Chapter 77.
Gerald.Later…I noticed how anxious and flighty Iris was all morning at breakfast. She kept darting her gaze at everyone with those wild, unblinking eyes, and it set me on edge. I wondered if it was the medication or lack of sleep. When Erianna stepped in, I could feel the weight of their silent clash. Still, I got distracted by a call about the border, something about new fences and tension among the folks there. So now I’m here.“Have the fence torn down, Alpha. Our ancestors didn’t live with barriers between them. Frank Medow’s just trying to copy the city wolves. They barricade themselves. No communal life. Silvaton Ridge has always survived on good living,” Mr. Kemble insists, his voice sharp. He’s a leader out here on the east border, respected, stubborn.My brows knit as I study the fence. He’s not wrong. Our people survived by living as one, sharing and protecting each other. But some of the newer folks, like Frank, don’t know our ways. He grew up in the city, only came bac
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Iris. Saturday, 5th July. Next day. Morning. Pain sears through me, inside my neck, burning hot. Erianna’s teeth sink in, tearing muscle, ripping tendon. A scream lodges in my throat. Patrick’s last words echo before his eyes fall shut forever, ‘I love you, Iris. Always.’ “No, Patrick!” My eyes fly open and my body jolts upright, breath hitching. My gaze is wild, unblinking, my heart hammering so loud it drowns the room. Blood roars through my veins, every nerve sparking, every sound amplified until a pin drop pounds like a waterfall. I clamp my hands over my ears, eyes squeezed shut. Too much. Too loud. I stumble out of bed, crawling backwards, desperate to shield myself from the crawling sensations under my skin. Thoughts bleed into me, voices that don’t belong. Memories slam against my skull. Too fast. Too much. Too painful. “Go away… go away…” The chant tumbles from my lips. My sobs fracture the air. And then I see it all again, Erianna lunging, Patrick leaping in fron
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Erianna. Late night… My brother left his room a while ago to handle the pack procedures after the battle. The rules are sacred, bury the fallen in Eliora’s presence before daylight, then give account of their deaths to their families. The warriors already had their funerals, their pyres blazing beneath Eliora’s light. Now, the grief stricken are being told the names. Their anguished tears ripping through the walls of the mansion. Their pain familiar to me. Just like we had felt when dad had died. 'Wake dad up, mum.' I had cried when dad was brought in, dead. Mum had broken down, Gerald had been devastated. And our cries of anguish never brought dad back. Rather our sorrows only dug deep, until they became dull aches over the years. I should have fought by Gerald’s side tonight. I really should have. Instead, I stood with Ephraim. My mate. My true place now. I was tethered by the bond, the instinct to guard him above all else. Stand with your mate, protect your mate. Tha
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