บททั้งหมดของ The Darkside of the Moon: บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

The night was eerily still, the kind of stillness that suffocates, pressing down on the chest with the weight of the inevitable. The full moon cast a pale, silvery glow over the sprawling woods that surrounded Wilson’s estate, the shadows of ancient trees stretching like the claws of a monster, eager to claim their prey. Inside the estate, Wilson stood alone in his study, his broad shoulders tense, his jaw clenched tight. The fire in the hearth crackled, but its warmth did nothing to ease the cold knot of dread in his stomach. He knew what he had to do, and he knew it would change everything.Charmaine was on her way.It had been two years since they had become involved—two years of a relationship built on politics, on the merging of powerful bloodlines, on the understanding that their union was as much about the strength of their packs as it was about them. She was the perfect candidate for Luna, the daughter of Alpha Bucky Briggs, fierce, cunning, and every bit the leader she was bo

The early morning sun casts a pale light over Clovis City, but it does nothing to chase away the chill in Selena’s heart. The first light of dawn creeps through the curtains of Selena’s room as she stirs awake—got back from Wilson’s a little while back. The events of the previous day flash through her mind, and she feels a pang of anxiety twist in her stomach—the commitment she had made rings through her brain once more. She knows what she must do today, but the reality of it is daunting.She dresses quickly and rushes over to Demika’s home, her heart pounding with anticipation and urgency. Demika greets her at the door, her eyes wide with concern.“Demika,” Selena calls as she bursts through the door, met Granny Minama in the sitting room, her voice frantic with desperation. “Hey Granny, good morning… where’s Demi?”“Well, good morning… to you… too,” flummoxed of the stampede and unsure of what is up, points upstairs to her room. “She’s upstairs… Is everything alright?” She quizzes.

Clovis City is a place where the tranquil facade is but a fragile veneer, barely concealing the blood-soaked streets beneath. It’s been two weeks since Charmaine’s execution, and the city, for the first time in years, breathes easy—two weeks since the blood-soaked earth of Clovis City drank deep of Charmaine's life essence, and in that time, a peculiar calm has settled over the city. The menacing shadows that once prowled every corner have retreated, cowed by the brutal displays of power that left their leaders in ruins. Tranquility, it seems, is a luxury the inhabitants have scarcely known for a while. The streets, once haunted by fear and whispers of lurking threats, now breathe easy, as if the very air has been cleansed of its malice.Wilson, the Alpha of Alphas, the apex of power in this sprawling urban jungle, has put down Cortis with brutal efficiency, his hands still stained with the remnants of their violent clash. But it was Selena, his mate, who truly cemented her place besid

In the dim, brooding atmosphere of his private study, Dr. Percy sits hunched over a weathered tome, his mind adrift in the labyrinth of secrets he has kept locked away for years. The scent of old parchment and the faint flicker of candlelight do little to ease the tension that has built up in the room like a dense fog. The walls, lined with ancient texts and relics from a world long forgotten, seem to close in on him, as if conspiring to unearth the dark truths he has buried deep within his soul. His once sharp and calculating eyes now betray the weariness of a man who has lived too many lives and kept too many secrets.The door creaks open, and Chloe steps in, her presence immediately shattering the fragile calm that Dr. Percy has tried to maintain. Her soft footsteps echo in the stillness, each one a reminder of the storm that is about to break. Chloe—with her long silver hair like nine inches bone-straight cascading over her shoulders all the down to her waist, eyes like molten ambe

Dr. Percy sits alone in his dimly lit study, the air thick with the scent of aged parchment and candle wax. The room, a shrine to history, is lined with ancient tomes, maps of old battlefields, and relics of a time long past. The fire crackles softly in the hearth, casting flickering shadows that dance like ghosts on the walls. Valentine and Chloe’s departure leave a lingering tension in the air, but their presence is quickly overshadowed by the resurgence of memories long buried beneath centuries of blood and ash.His hands tremble slightly as he holds an old, worn dagger—its hilt adorned with runes of protection, a relic from a life he once led as a mortal. The blade, stained with the blood of countless foes, still gleams with a dark, almost malevolent sheen. Percy’s eyes, once human, now shine with a cold, otherworldly light—a testament to the centuries he has lived, the battles he has fought, and the horrors he has witnessed.He closes his eyes, letting the memories wash over him l