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Chapter Fifty Four : Blood Inside Water
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The Full Moon Murders Chapter Fifty Four : Blood Inside Water
The wolves had circled her.Feral, old blood, even some half-turned. Dozens of eyes glinting in the dark, drawn by something deeper than instinct — something ancient. And Evelyn, standing at the shattered altar, no longer hiding from what she was.She didn’t command them. She didn’t plead.She felt them. Their pain. Their rage. Their history.And they followed her because they knew — she wasn’t made in a lab or built by some twisted protocol.She was born of ruin. Of lineage.Of war.Rowan stepped forward, his voice steady. “There’s a reason they kept Morrow off every map. The town was a tomb — but also a vault. Come.”He led her to the remains of the chapel’s back wall, where soot covered an old trapdoor. The wood groaned as they pulled it open. Below, a stairway chiseled in stone, damp and trembling. Evelyn hesitated, but her pulse knew the way. flickered on their own — old flame sensors. The corridor was narrow and lined with relics: faded banners, blood-stained parchment, and etc
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Fifty Three: Ghosts of the First Howl
The trees thinned as they climbed, branches clawing at Evelyn’s jacket. Mist clung to the earth. Behind her, Rowan moved quiet as breath, Holt limping between them but stubbornly refusing help.“This is the place?” Evelyn asked, staring up at a rusted gate half-swallowed by roots.Rowan nodded. “One of the last Alpha Zero sites. They called it a sanctuary. But it wasn’t.”She touched the gate. Cold metal. Faint initials carved at the top: M.C. — Maris Cross.Something twisted in her chest.Rowan moved ahead, clearing the path. “She used to come here,” he said. “To think. To test the ones they didn’t watch too closely.”Evelyn followed him in.The old facility was a ruin — collapsed walls, vines strangling cracked tiles, but deep below, concrete still held. They found the elevator shaft. The cable was rusted out, but Rowan led her down a side ladder, Holt following slowly.At the bottom: silence. Dust. A scent of old blood and forgotten things.And a memory waiting.Flashback – Years A
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Fifty Two : The Wild Fallout
The air turned colder as night swallowed the forest, but Evelyn didn’t stop moving. She half-carried, half-dragged Holt through the thick underbrush, each step a battle between exhaustion and instinct. Her body ached from the shift, her skin still raw where the wolf had torn through. Blood matted her hair. Her clothes clung to her like a second skin of sweat and dirt.Behind her, the Circle was regrouping. She could feel them, not with her eyes or ears, but deep in her gut. They wouldn't give up so easily. Not after what she did. Not after what she was.But she wasn't running just to save herself now. Holt was breathing, shallow but steady. That was all that mattered.She found shelter in the ruins of an old ranger station, the roof half-collapsed, walls riddled with moss and mold. But it had cover. A place to breathe. A place to survive.She laid Holt down gently. His pulse was thready. The makeshift tourniquet had held, but the wound needed more. She rummaged through what remained o
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Fifty One : Birth To War
The first body hit the window hard enough to crack the glass.Evelyn ducked back just as claws tore through the rotting wood panels. Holt fired once—silver-piercing round—then another. One figure dropped, gurgling. Another dragged it away screaming, snarling through a twisted jaw.“Mutts,” he spat. “No coordination. Julian’s castoffs.”Evelyn pressed her back to the wall, heart thudding. But her blood had already started humming, vibrating beneath her skin. Her senses were sharper. The dark was no longer dark.Outside, more shapes emerged from the trees. Lurching. Snarling.Then the sound changed—boots on leaves. Orders barked through comms.A second force.Evelyn peeked through the broken slats. Black gear. Armored vests. Tranquilizer rifles. Circle scouts.“Two groups?” she whispered.Holt’s jaw tightened. “They’re not working together. We’re caught between prey and predators.”The cabin shook as something massive slammed into it—splintering the wall behind them.“We go now,” Holt g
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Fifty : The Stained Cabin
Evelyn stood over the woman in the pod.Her mother.Not dead. Not quite alive.Frozen between betrayal and science.She turned to Elara, voice shaking. “Why did you keep her like this?”“She asked me to,” Elara said. “She thought… maybe one day, you’d need her.”Evelyn stepped back. “Need her for what?”Damian answered instead. “To decide which side you belong to.”Silence.Then footsteps behind her. Heavy. Familiar.A door opened. Three figures entered. They weren’t soldiers. They didn’t need to be.They were wolves.Evelyn knew it instantly — the way their eyes moved, the quiet dominance in their gait.One of them stepped forward. Gray streaks in his beard, a burn mark across his throat.“I know who you are,” he said. “E-113. The Marked. Your bloodline carries the last true alpha strain.”Evelyn didn’t move.“I didn’t ask to carry anything,” she said.He smiled without warmth. “It doesn’t matter what you asked. The blood chooses. And now we need it back.”Elara stepped between them.
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Forty Nine: Inheritance Protocol
Mason hated this part.He preferred action—kick in the door, get the answers. But tonight, it was all silence and glow-screen tension, huddled in the back of a borrowed surveillance van with Anika.She scrolled through city ledgers faster than he could track, her eyes narrowed behind square glasses. “Governor Ashby funneled campaign donations through a shell nonprofit. Guess where the money ended up.”“Let me guess,” Mason said, rubbing the back of his neck, “a defunct medical research wing. Something with a nice name, like ‘Hope Sciences’ or ‘Ashgrove Wellness Initiative.’”“Try Lycanth Foundation,” she muttered. “Real subtle, right?”Mason leaned closer. “Is that tied to the Hollowmere records Evelyn found?”“Worse. This one’s active.”She tapped a name on the screen—Dr. Elara Voss.Mason blinked. “Voss? Damian’s bloodline?”Anika nodded grimly. “Sister. Former geneticist. Last seen before the Ashgrove site was scrubbed clean.”Mason sat back, pulse ticking up. “So he’s not the only
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