🔥 The calm after the storm never lasts for long. What will Ethan do next—and how far will he go to get revenge? Keep reading to discover the darkness brewing beneath the surface of Moonshine College. 🔥
The dorm room buzzed with an eerie silence, the kind that creeps in like a fog after a storm—thick, unsettling, unnatural. Lena stood by the bed, hands clenched tightly at her sides. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths as her eyes fixated on the one object she wished she had destroyed the moment it fell into her possession—Eliza’s phone.She had been so careful. She had made sure to turn the damn thing off, to keep it hidden, to use it only for her eyes when no one else was around. But she didn’t switch it off. She didn’t throw it away.Now, it was too late.“I'm going to give you one last chance to explain yourself” Lily’s voice rang out like a gunshot, slicing through the silence.Lena’s heart leapt into her throat as she looked at Lily standing in the center of the room, Eliza’s phone clutched tightly in her hand. Her other hand was gripping Lena’s bag—unzipped, violated, and exposed.Lily’s eyes were wide, glittering with disbelief. “Why is Eliza’s phone in your bag, Lena?”Lu
The sky was a dusky shade of violet when the last of the mourners departed, leaving behind trails of solemn footsteps across the muddy lawn outside the ceremonial hall. Eliza’s wake had been as beautiful as anyone could’ve hoped. Her spirit was strong, and though her body was gone, her memory lingered like a haunting echo inside every broken heart that remained.Lily stood by the window of her dorm room, arms folded tightly across her chest, her shoulders quaking slightly with every breath. Her eyes were puffy from the hours she had spent crying, and her chest felt like someone had hammered a void into it.Lucas and Liam sat across from her on the bed. They didn't speak much. They didn't need to. Just being there was their statement—that they would stay with her through this storm.“I still can’t believe she’s gone,” Lily muttered.Lucas leaned forward, placing a gentle hand on Lily’s knee. “She wouldn’t want you to suffer like this. She was a fighter. She would want you to live.
The air was heavy with grief, thick with unspoken words and the soft hum of sorrowful silence But the hush shattered like fragile glass when Ethan strolled in. His footsteps were deliberate, echoing against the path leading into the heart of the wake. He wore black like everyone else, but the shade of it seemed darker, colder, like an armor for the storm raging inside him. Behind him, two of his closest friends, Jace and Rowan, flanked his sides. Their expressions were unreadable, but the way they held their shoulders high, eyes scanning the crowd, told everyone they hadn’t come to grieve. They had come to cause trouble. Lucas was the first to move. His tall frame stiffened, and his jaw clenched as he stepped slightly in front of Liam, instinctively shielding his twin brother. “What the hell is he doing here?” Lucas’s voice was a low growl, meant only for Liam and Graham to hear. Liam’s hands curled into fists. “He’s not here to mourn. Look at him—he’s here to provoke.” G
The twilight sun bled gold and crimson across the skies as the grounds of Moonshine College shifted into a solemn, reverent hush. It was the kind of evening meant for silence — for remembrance. Dozens of students, professors, and staff had gathered in the Grove of Ancients, the oldest part of campus, where towering willows whispered with the wind and moonflowers bloomed beneath the earth’s mourning sigh. Tonight, they mourned Eliza Moreau. Lily stood off to the side, fingers clutched tightly around a single white rose. Maya stood beside her, holding her hand. Both girls were dressed in black. “I should’ve gone after her,” Lily murmured, her voice raw. “She texted me, Maya. She was in trouble.” Maya turned toward her, brows furrowed. “Lily, stop. We didn’t know. You couldn’t have known. That wasn’t your fault.” “She sent me messages, Maya. Before the attack. They were deleted before I could read them. All of them.” Maya blinked. “Deleted?” Lily nodded slowly, her eyes s
The heavy oak doors of the Moonshine College administrative tower groaned open with a weighty sound that echoed down the marbled hallway. Inside the council chamber, a solemn, dignified atmosphere hung in the air like mist, thick with tension, reverence, and silent grief. Lucas adjusted his jacket, heart thudding beneath his ribs like a warning drum. Beside him, Liam’s jaw was set in quiet defiance, while Graham, ever the calmest of the three, wore a composed expression, though his eyes betrayed his unease. They had faced death, fought a rampaging wolf twisted beyond recognition, and now they stood before the most powerful figures in their world — the Head of Moonshine College and the assembled High Wolf Council. A long, curved table, made of ancient obsidian-black wood, dominated the center of the chamber. Around it sat six council members exuding an air of both wisdom and restrained power. At the head of the table stood the head of Moonshine College himself, tall and lean, wi
The lab lights flickered as the doors slid open with a mechanical hiss, casting a sickly white glow onto the bloodied floor. Maya and Lily staggered inside, dragging Eliza’s limp body between them, both women breathless and trembling from adrenaline and panic. Her blood left a smeared trail behind them, fresh and vivid against the cold metal floor. Outside, the night was loud—growls echoing, trees shuddering, and the wind carrying the haunting howl of a monster that was once a man. Lucas, Liam, and Graham stood just beyond the shattered gate, backs straight, their forms illuminated by the flickering garden lights that buzzed against the rising tension. The rampaging wolf, massive and grotesquely twisted, snarled in the dark, its breath misting in the air. Its eyes were no longer just angry—there was madness behind them now. Hunger, hatred and pain. “We don’t have time, we have to blow it up,” Graham barked, tossing the drone controller to Maya just before she disappeared insid