All Chapters of The Full Moon Murders : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The forest was alive with whispers. Wind rattled through the high pines, carrying with it the sharp tang of resin and the musk of something feral. Mason moved carefully, boots crunching faintly on the frost-hardened ground, every sense tuned to the dark ahead. He had tracked men before, killers who thought the night would hide them, but this was different. This was not human prey.Beside him, Captain Reyes’s breath clouded the cold air. “You’re sure about this?” Reyes murmured, one hand resting near the holster at his side.Mason’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Evelyn is gone. The mayor was silent. And now the trail leading here, into the backcountry where cell towers didn’t reach and even hunters rarely ventured. “I saw the prints,” Mason said, crouching low. He brushed a gloved hand over the impression in the soil. The size alone was wrong, too broad for a man, too long for a wolf. “Whatever we’re dealing with, it came this way.”Reyes shifted uneasily, scanning

The smell hit Evelyn first. Damp concrete. Rusted iron. The faint, coppery tang of blood.When she forced her eyes open, she was lying on a hard floor, wrists bound behind her. A single light bulb flickered above, swinging from a cord.She tried to sit up. Her ribs screamed in protest, a reminder of the blows that had brought her down when they grabbed her outside her apartment. Panic threatened to rise in her throat, but she crushed it. Fear was what they wanted. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction.Boots scraped against the floor. A figure stepped out of the shadows.Senator Rhodes.Her tailored suit was spotless, her expression sharper than glass. But it wasn’t the senator Evelyn knew from TV. This was a colder, crueler someone who had stopped pretending to be human long ago.“You’re tougher than I thought,” Rhodes said, circling her like a shark. “Most people break before they even get here.”Evelyn lifted her chin. “Guess I’m not most people.”That earned her a thin smile.“Y

The alarm hit first a shrill, metallic wail that drilled through the concrete walls and rattled the ceiling fixtures. Then came the growls.Dozens of them.Mason’s grip tightened around Evelyn’s arm as he pulled her toward the stairwell. Emily took rear guard, her rifle snapping up as shadows lunged from the end of the hall. A wolf slammed into the corner, claws raking sparks off the wall as it launched. Emily fired one, two, three rounds the beast skidding lifeless across the tiles.“Keep moving!” she barked, shoving a fresh magazine home.Mason kicked open the stairwell door. The stairwell echoed with footsteps, not theirs. Boots pounding from below, claws scraping from above. They were trapped between two storms.“Roof,” Mason said, yanking Evelyn upward.Evelyn’s chest heaved, her chains rattling with every step. “I can’t”“Yes, you can!” Mason snapped, pulling her forward. His voice was steel, but his eyes just for a second softened. “Stay with me.”The door to the roof was padlo

The alarm tore through the facility like a blade shrill, metallic, relentless. Red lights strobed against the concrete walls, painting everything in flashes of blood.Mason pulled Evelyn toward the stairwell, his pistol raised. Emily covered their backs, her rifle spitting sparks as the first wave of wolves rounded the corner. Snarls and claws thundered against the floor.“Move!” Mason shouted, dragging Evelyn through the doorway. Bullets sparked against metal, wolves shrieking as they fell, but more kept coming.Evelyn stumbled, her chains clattering around her wrists. Mason lifted her against his side, his grip steady. “I’ve got you.”Her breath was ragged, her voice breaking. “Don’t… don’t let them take me back.”“Not happening,” Mason said, his tone iron.Emily tossed a flashbang down the hall. The blast lit the corridor white-hot, wolves yelping as the echo shook the walls. “Go, go!” she barked.They slammed through a steel door into another wing of the warehouse. Here the air wa

The alarm blared before they even cleared the third floor. Red lights strobed along the corridor, painting everything in flashes of blood. Somewhere below, steel shutters slammed into place. They weren’t letting anyone walk out alive.Mason half-dragged, half-carried Evelyn as Emily covered the rear. The detective’s lungs burned with every step, the metallic taste of adrenaline thick on his tongue. Evelyn’s chains rattled with each movement, her wrists raw where the shackles had bit into her skin.“Keep moving,” Mason growled.Emily snapped off three controlled shots down the hallway. A body hit the floor with a wet thud, but the growling didn’t stop. More shadows loped forward, low to the ground, claws scraping against concrete.“They’re herding us,” Emily said between clenched teeth.Mason didn’t reply. He knew she was right. Wolves didn’t hunt noisy unless they wanted you to feel the trap.They hit the stairwell hard, clattering down two flights before the next one appeared a hulk