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Shadows of the Coming Storm
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Beneath the Wolf Moon The moon
“Which is precisely why they want Savanna in your bed and Avery out of the story,” Lucas said, closing the laptop with a decisive click. “Anchors don’t disappear because they’re weak. They disappear because they are too powerful in a way that terrifies people who crave straight lines.”The room held us in a silence that wasn’t empty. I could feel the shape of my life shifting, not collapsing but opening, a lock clicking in a door I had long assumed was painted on brick. I thought of Savanna’s eyes when she’d whispered threats in the hallway, of my mother’s mouth tightening when I entered a room, and of my father’s voice clipped and dismissive as if crisp syllables could make me smaller. All their certainty about what I could not be. All their fear about what I might.“Take it off,” I said, lifting the bracelet between my finger and thumb. My voice did not shake. “I want to know what I am without someone else’s muffle.”Jaxon stepped closer, and for a moment I thought he would argue, not
Beneath the Wolf Moon The anchor under moonlight
The morning stretched thin and pale across my bedroom wall, a shawl of light sliding over papers and photographs that had not moved since last night. I sat cross-legged on the rug with the satchel open beside me, my fingers tracing the edges of the copied pages like a pilgrim skimming the carved names of saints. The words I had read—Halcyon Accord, held in trust, custodial lineage—kept rearranging themselves in my mind, not changing meaning exactly but revealing new hinges, new trapdoors. It was almost as if the documents were not merely telling me something; they were testing how much I could bear to understand at once.A soft knock touched the window behind my curtains. The sound was familiar now, an intimate rhythm that skipped once, then twice. I crossed the room and lifted the sash, letting the cool air fold around me before Jaxon’s shadow filled the opening. He swung in with practiced quiet, shoulders passing my frame by inches. For a moment we just stood there, the silence betw
Beneath the Wolf Moon The Halcyon Secrets
The dawn was hesitant that morning, the sun breaking through the clouds with a softness that didn’t match the tension coiling in my chest. I sat on the edge of my bed, the folders and photographs from last night spread across the floor like a silent map of my family’s hidden truths. Each paper felt heavier than the last, weighted with secrets I had only begun to understand. The images, signatures, and annotations hinted at things far bigger than anything I had imagined, and yet the knot in my stomach told me that I couldn’t turn back now.Jaxon and Lucas arrived shortly after breakfast, their steps deliberate but quiet on the gravel outside my window. I could hear the faint crunch of sneakers against pebbles and the soft sigh of a car door closing. My pulse quickened—not from fear this time, but from the certainty that the day ahead would push me further than I had ever gone before.“Ready?” Jaxon’s voice was low, smooth, and threaded with that intensity that made my insides coil. His d
Beneath the Wolf Moon Threats of truth
The tension in the basement didn’t break when the footsteps paused above us; instead, it seemed to coil tighter, winding around my chest and shoulders in a way that made my skin prickle and my heart hammer against ribs I wasn’t sure could contain it. Jaxon’s hand on my wrist was firm but quiet, his presence an unspoken shield. Lucas remained in the shadows, ready to act, his eyes scanning the stairwell, body alert like a panther waiting for the slightest flicker of movement. Ethan hovered near the top of the stairs, torn between the fear of being caught and the impulse to protect me.“Mom?” My voice broke the silence, sharp but careful, a thread of control holding it from shattering completely. I knew the sound of it would carry up the stairs and would reach ears that had long practiced not listening to me. The soft click of a door handle. Then a pause.“Ethan?” My mother’s voice, deliberately casual, even cheerful. “Why are you down there? And Avery—what are you doing out of bed?” Her
Beneath the Wolf Moon Silver threats
I looked up, voice steady only because it had to be. “I wasn’t adopted,” I said, “but I wasn’t exactly… not adopted.” The word "transfer" tasted like metal, like being handed from one set of hands to another. “Guardianship. As if I didn’t belong to anyone, only to an agreement.”Lucas slid nearer, careful as a cat. “What’s the Halcyon Accord?”I set the first folder aside and opened the ACCORD—HALCYON file. There were letters in there—real letters, not emails, paper soft with age and handled with care, signatures that belonged to people who thought their names mattered—letters that spoke in careful, bloodless phrases about peace and prudence and the cost of safety. There were two seals stamped at the bottom of the formal document: one I recognized from an old book Jaxon had once shown me, the stylized crescent of his pack’s crest; the other a sigil my eyes kept slipping off of, a wolf’s head encircled by laurel.Jaxon leaned in, breathing warmth against my temple, his finger hovering abo
Beneath the Wolf Moon Paper shadows
By the time the sky darkened into a velvet hush and the streetlamps flickered to life, the promise I had made in the clearing sat in my chest like a steadying stone. I had told them everything I overheard; they had promised to help me find the truth. Now there was only the long, careful business of making that promise real. I watched the last pale ribbon of dusk fade behind the roofs across the street and, for a breath, let myself listen to the kind of silence that comes right before a storm breaks. It was not the silence of an empty house—my house was never truly empty—but the brittle quiet of held breath, of a family that survived on swallowed words and the practiced art of not looking too closely at anything.Jaxon texted once—I’m outside—and when I eased my curtain aside, I saw him tucked into the shadow beneath the oak at the end of our driveway, posture alert and somehow impossibly still, as if the night itself were a cloak he knew how to wear. Lucas leaned against the mailbox w
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