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The First Wolf’s Shadow
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Beneath the Silver Moon THE EDGE OF MIDNIGHT PART 2
Darkness clamps down, tight as a fist. But this time, it isn’t empty or numb—it’s alive. There’s this low hum, like a heartbeat, pulsing through the dark, deeper than I want to imagine. The air feels thick, almost syrupy, pressing in, sneaking under my skin, seeping into my bones.I’m just floating. Suspended. Somehow weightless and trapped at the same time.“Evie!”Caleb’s voice rips through the black, sharp and electric, like lightning somewhere far off.I reach for him—try, anyway. My limbs don’t answer. They’re just gone, swallowed up by the dark. My breath thunders in my ears, muffled like I’m underwater. My heart is a wild thing, pounding, desperate to outrun whatever’s coming for it.Then—Something takes shape.No, it unfolds, slow and huge—a shadow with silver eyes, bright as twin moons burning in the dark.The First Wolf.But he’s not the ghost I saw in the cabin. Not that strange figure lurking in the woods. He’s more. Bigger. Older. Something monstrous.His shape flickers—
Beneath the Silver Moon The Edge of Midnight
The moment stretches between us, warm and trembling, like a wire strung too tight. Caleb doesn’t let go. If anything, he clings harder, as if I’d crumble if he loosened his grip even a little. His heartbeat thuds against my cheek—steady, real, pulling me back down to earth. Outside, the wind claws at the walls, but in his arms, I’m safe. Or as safe as someone with an ancient monster stalking her veins can get.Caleb exhales, shaky and low, and leans back just enough to see my face. “We move now,” he says, barely more than a murmur. “Pack’s changing shifts. Patrols get lazy right before dawn.”His words sound calm. His eyes don’t. His wolf’s gold burns so bright, pupils razor-thin, his whole body coiled tight, ready to snap. He’s scared for me—so scared it leaks out around the edges, but he stays. He chooses me, even now.“Can you walk?” His thumb brushes my cheek, gentle, careful.My legs feel like wet paper. But I nod anyway.He stands first, tugging me up, hands lingering at my wais
Beneath the Silver Moon The First Wolf’s Shadow
Darkness isn’t empty. It moves. It breathes. I feel it sliding around me, thick as smoke, swirling slow, deliberate, almost alive. For a second—could’ve been a heartbeat, could’ve been forever—I lose all sense of my body. There’s just pressure, old as the world, pushing against my mind.A voice slips through the dark, all silk and teeth. “Vessel…”My heart lurches so hard I choke on air. Suddenly I’m back, consciousness slamming into me like a fist. I’m here, in the isolation cabin. But I’m not alone.I’m on the floor, not the bed—knees pressed to cold wood, hands shaking like I’m freezing. My wolf huddles inside, tail tucked, ears pinned, shivering with something I never thought she could feel.Fear. Not the usual kind. The old kind. The kind that lives in bones.“Evie?”A voice cuts through, warm and real—Caleb. Relief and terror hit me at once. I look up. He’s just inside the door, chest heaving like he ran flat out, hair wild, shirt half-open, eyes bright and burning with panic.
Beneath the Silver Moon The Bloodline They Feared
Something’s wrong with the world outside the council lodge. Not just cold or quiet—wrong. It feels like the air itself is waiting for me to snap.Brennan and Hale flank me as we head down the gravel path toward the isolation quarters. They don’t say a word. Their steps are steady, faces blank, but their heartbeats give them away. Too fast. Too uneven. They’re scared.Of me.My wolf paces in my head, snarling. They see us as a threat. They want to lock us up, keep us in a box, break us down.I swallow hard—there’s a lump in my throat I can’t get past. I get it. Fear pulls people in, swallows all the sense they have.The lodge door booms shut behind us. That echo crawls up my spine. Inside, I bet Caleb’s shouting so loud his voice is breaking. My mother… my stomach knots. She’s facing the council alone, forced to spill secrets she never wanted to share.I should be with her. I should be backing Caleb up. I should be anywhere but here.But “should” stopped mattering a long time ago. The
Beneath the Silver Moon The Ultimatum of Wolves
The quiet after the chaos is brutal. It’s so much worse than the yelling, the snarling, the snapping branches, or the terrified gasps when I lost control. Worse than hearing Caleb scream my name as he dragged me back from the edge.Because silence? Silence means judgment.It means people are making decisions. Sharpening opinions. Letting fear harden into something uglier.It means the pack is thinking—and when they think, punishment usually follows.I huddle on a cold stone slab near the council lodge, knees pulled to my chest. My wolf paces inside me, agitated. My body still aches from restraining the shift back too fast—every bone feels like it’s humming. There’s dirt on my hands, a rip in my shirt, dried blood caked under my nails. Not even mine.The memory hits me hard.Troy. I didn’t want to hurt him. He got too close, shouting, and my wolf—scared out of her mind—reacted. He’s okay, but the wound was bad enough to send everyone into panic mode.Now, the whole pack is inside, deci
Beneath the Silver Moon When The Moon Bites Back
I don’t sleep after the trial. Not even a blink. I lie there in the pitch-dark, every muscle screaming for rest, my bones grinding like they’re made of broken glass, but my mind refuses to shut down. My wolf refuses too — restless, prowling the borders of my thoughts, teeth bared, hackles up, replaying every moment in a loop that won’t let me breathe. The elders’ stares, cold and sharp as a winter wind, pin me to the ground all over again. I remember the way some wolves flinched away, like just being near me might turn their luck sour, like I’m contagious. The whispers curl around me, sticky and thick: she’s dangerous. She’s trouble. Fear clings to my skin, seeps into my hair, soaks my clothes until I can taste it in the back of my throat — a smoke I can’t scrub off, no matter how hard I try.And even beneath all that noise and fear, there’s Caleb. He’s a constant through the chaos, the memory of his touch pressed into my skin like a promise I can’t forget. His voice echoes in my ears
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