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The Full Moon Murders Chapter Forty Three : Catalyst Protocol
The underground lab was silent, save for the hum of dying generators. Pale light spilled over stainless steel and shattered monitors. Mason kept his gun drawn, though he doubted it would help against whatever the Circle had left behind. Ava leaned against the table, pale and trembling, the telltale signs of strain tightening her features. The woman in white — the one who had saved them — removed her mask.Mason froze. “Dr. Amelia?”The woman nodded.“I had to disappear,” she said. Her voice was husky, brittle with regret. “Sloan would have killed me the moment I questioned her research. So I became something else. The Lady in White. A myth. Safer that way.”Ava stared at her. “You worked with her?”Amelia sighed and began running a new scan on Ava’s blood. “I helped build the Alpha strain. I believed we were finding a cure, stabilizing the DNA. But Sloan lied. It was never about balance. It was about cleansing.”Mason stiffened. “Cleansing what?”Dr. Amelia met his eyes. “Werewolves.
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Forty-Two: The Last Piece
Mason moved deeper into the sublevels of Site 13.The radio tower had been a decoy—above ground, a skeleton of rust and wind. But below, the concrete throat of the earth gave way to something far more engineered. The halls pulsed faintly, not with light, but with heat. A generator was still running somewhere.He paused at a sealed door, hand hovering above a keypad slick with blood. Not fresh. Maybe a day old. Mason tapped into his training, forced his breath steady, and typed the only code that mattered.Ava.The door unlocked with a hiss.Inside: not a cell. A lab.Cold. Pristine. Operational.Not abandoned like the others they’d raided, but active. Maintained. Even smelled like bleach and static.Screens flickered to life the moment he stepped in. Not cameras. Readouts. Vitals.One word repeated on each of them, blinking in red:SUBJECT E-113: OFFLINEMason’s chest tightened. Evelyn.He scanned the room, gun raised. No sign of Ava—no blood, no restraints—but a warm coffee cup sat o
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Forty-One : Pressure Points
The rain came down in sheets that morning, tapping rhythmically on the cabin roof like the heartbeat of something vast and waiting.Anika had just stepped out to answer a call from Mason when Evelyn’s fingers twitched. Slight—barely perceptible—but it happened again, curling weakly as if brushing against a memory. Her breathing changed, shallow and quickening.Inside, a shadow moved.It wasn’t Anika returning.The figure stood near the door, gloved hands motionless. They didn’t speak. Just watched her.Evelyn's eyes fluttered. Her lips parted with the faintest sound—more breath than voice. “...Lucian?”“No,” the figure whispered. “He’s not here.”Evelyn’s brow creased faintly in unconscious instinct. Her body stirred again, stronger this time.And the figure reached for something beneath their coat.The door burst open.Anika returned, gun already drawn. “Don’t move.”But the figure was fast—vaulting through the open window before Anika could get a clean shot. By the time she ran to t
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Forty : Living in the Dirt
The machines beeped steadily. Sterile light hummed above. The room smelled clean, lifeless.Evelyn hadn’t moved in days.Anika sat beside her, dark circles under her eyes, fingers laced around a cold paper coffee cup. She didn’t speak anymore—not to Evelyn, not really. Just sat there, hoping. Praying. Sometimes whispering stories they used to laugh at, back at the precinct. Ghosts of normal.But today, something shifted.A nurse paused at the door. “The swelling’s gone down,” she murmured. “No improvement in neural response, but… her heart rate spiked last night. Just for a moment.”Anika’s gaze snapped to Evelyn’s face. She looked exactly the same. Still, pale, breath soft.But deep inside—buried in the quiet—something stirred.Not pain. Not memory.Instinct.A dream. A forest. Snow crunching beneath bare feet. The flash of yellow eyes. Heat in her bones. A call—distant, pulsing. Familiar.She turned in that dark world, her unconscious mind pulling toward it.And somewhere in the rea
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Thirty Nine: The Quiet Move
It was past midnight when Mason gave the signal.Two unmarked vans waited in the alley behind the hospital. Anika was already inside the first one, scanning the street. Mason moved quickly, quietly—lifting Evelyn’s unconscious body from the bed with careful strength.No alarms. No nurses. Just the sound of wheels and breath.He hated every second of this.They loaded her into the van, strapping her in with care. The IV drip remained. Her head lolled gently as Mason climbed in beside her.“Go,” he ordered.The van pulled into the darkness.But a block away, in the roof shadows of a tall building, Delara watched. She didn't blink. Didn't speak.She pulled a slim rifle from its case. Tranquilizer rounds. Not to kill—yet.She whispered into her comms: “Package in motion. Beginning intercept.”Back Inside the VanMason felt it before he saw it—some instinct rooted in violence and fear. The van took a sharp turn. Too sharp.Then—Pop-pop!Tires screamed. A dart cracked through the back wind
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Thirty Eight: Fighting For The Hero Comeback
The file cabinet snapped shut behind Anika, but the tremor in her hands didn’t stop. The more she read, the worse it got. Evelyn’s life—the police academy, her transfer to Redbrook, even her first case—had been quietly nudged into place.The last page was different. A surveillance photo. Grainy. Two people in a forest clearing. Evelyn… and Lucian.Scrawled beneath:“If she bonds with him, we lose control.”She didn’t know what the Circle truly wanted, but she knew this: Evelyn was never just a cop. And someone had known it from the start.Captain Reyes arrived minutes later, his face grim as she spread the documents before him. “This goes higher than I thought,” he murmured. “We were just pawns in something old. Deep.”Anika’s jaw tightened. “Then it’s time we stopped playing their game.”The tie itched at his throat. Applause filled the council chamber, but Damian barely heard it. Another bill passed. Another piece of power secured.Yet his mind was miles away—in a hospital room. Wit
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Thirty Seven: A Tickling Time
Evelyn hadn’t woken up.She was taken to a private hospital outside the city—off the grid. No press, no records. Her wounds were serious: internal bleeding, broken ribs, torn muscles. She’d lost a lot of blood.Mason sat by her bed, bruised and bandaged himself. He hadn’t slept much. The machines beeped steadily beside her, but she hadn’t moved.Lucian paced the hallway, silent, restless.Anika showed up on the second night. She brought clean clothes and Evelyn’s badge from the precinct. She set it quietly on the bedside table and leaned close to whisper, “You better wake up, Evie. We’re not done yet.”No response.Back in the city, Damian was already cleaning up. Suits, meetings, cameras. The press called it an “industrial explosion.” No one mentioned the Door, or Julian. That part had been erased.Behind closed doors, whispers moved fast. Some of his allies demanded answers. Others backed away, uneasy with the blood on his hands.Damian gave them a tight smile and said, “Everything
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Thirty Six : Beneath The Threshold
Evelyn stared into the blackness beyond the Door.It wasn’t just dark—it was heavy. Like a vacuum pressing against her chest. Something ancient, vast, and wrong stirred beyond the threshold, brushing her consciousness with the familiarity of a nightmare she’d never had—yet somehow always carried.“Close it,” Lucian growled, backing away. “Whatever’s in there, it remembers you.”She didn’t answer.Her feet edged closer.Inside the Door, the air shimmered. Shapes moved, too fast to be fully seen—like wolves made of shadow and bone. Whispers swirled around her, one voice cutting through the rest:> “E-113. Return.”She blinked. The world around her tilted. Her vision wavered—flashing images: a sterile white room, restraints biting into her wrists, her mother’s face pale with guilt, and Damian’s voice murmuring something about a key.The realization hit her hard—they didn’t just make her for this. They made her do it.Lucian grabbed her arm, grounding her. “Evelyn. You don’t belong to the
The Full Moon Murders Chapter Thirty - Five : The Doors That Remember
Mason’s breath came in ragged gasps as he pressed his back against the wet bark of a pine tree, one hand clamped to his side where blood seeped hot and steady through his fingers. His vision blurred, pulsing with pain and adrenaline. He could hear them—boots crunching dead leaves, radios murmuring, the hounds of the Circle loose in the dark.He hadn’t meant to separate from Evelyn and Lucian. The explosion back at the ridge had knocked him off his feet, disoriented him. By the time he’d regained his bearings, they were gone, and the forest was crawling with enemies.A branch snapped too close. Mason gritted his teeth and forced himself to move, every step a white-hot spike through his ribs. He wasn’t a werewolf like Evelyn or Emily—but he was something just as stubborn: a man too loyal to quit.A soft growl rumbled in the trees to his left.“Not now,” Mason whispered. “Don’t you dare.”The growl came again—closer. He turned, raising his knife, breath hitching.But what stepped out was
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