All Chapters of The Full Moon Murders : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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 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.

They reached the edge of the treeline just before nightfall.Smoke curled from the valley below, rising in lazy, unnatural spirals. Reyes stopped dead in his tracks, his nostrils flaring.“Something’s wrong.”Lucian stepped beside him, squinting through the thickening mist. “This wasn't a fire. It’s residual energy. Synthetic.”Damian adjusted his collar, eyes narrowing. “Raine was here.”Amelia checked her scanner—then swore under her breath. “Not just him. Ash followed.”The readings were warped: temperature spikes, magnetic field reversals, pulsing signals that had no natural origin. Ava winced, grabbing her temple.“He’s close,” she whispered. “I can feel it.”“Can you reach him?” Mason asked.She didn’t answer.Because Raine didn’t want to be reached.-Raine moved through the storm like a shadow given form.Every step he took glitched the world. Branches looped in impossible directions. The ground bent in subtle ripples. Deer frozen mid-leap flickered in and out of time.Ash was

Most of the others had drifted off—either into sleep or into the woods, lulled by the cool hush of night. The fire was low now, more glow than flame. Evelyn sat with her knees pulled to her chest, arms wrapped around them. She watched the slow dance of the coals, the way shadows flickered across the dirt.Brina settled beside her quietly, the scent of pine still clinging to her hair. Neither spoke at first. There wasn’t a need to.“I used to be afraid of silence,” Evelyn said after a while. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “Back in the city, silence meant something was wrong. Meant I was alone. Or that something bad was about to happen.”Brina nodded, her gaze on the fire too. “It’s different out here,” she said softly. “Silence doesn’t mean danger. It just means peace. Or listening.”Evelyn looked over. “You really believe that? That I can find peace in this?”“I think,” Brina said, “you already have. You just don’t know it yet.”They were quiet again. A wind stirred the branche

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