Semua Bab The Full Moon Murders : Bab 71 - Bab 77

Pain pulled her back.It was different this time — not just the ache of transformation, not just the soreness of battle. This pain felt… twisted. Like something foreign had been left behind inside her.Evelyn opened her eyes slowly. The ceiling above was cracked, flickering with weak emergency light. Her hands were bound, not with rope — but silver-thread cuffs. They burned.She tried to shift. Nothing happened.Panic surged.Then a shadow crossed her vision.“Mason?” she croaked.“No,” said a voice she hadn’t heard in years.A woman stepped forward — long coat, tired eyes, hair streaked with gray.Evelyn’s voice broke. “Mom?”Dr. Maris Black knelt beside her, voice low. “Don’t talk. The serum needs time to settle. Rhodes wanted to erase you, not kill you. You’re still yourself… mostly.”“Why are you here?”“She used me to get to you. Just like they all did.”Evelyn’s throat tightened. “You worked with them.”“I was trying to protect you.”The silence that followed was colder than the

The city burned in pieces.Not everywhere. Not all at once.But enough to matter.An apartment complex collapsed after something ripped through its foundations. A patrol van went silent — later found overturned, claw marks down its sides. Civilians locked themselves inside gas stations and bars, whispering about shadows that moved too fast and eyes that glowed in the dark.And above it all, the news spun silence.“Unconfirmed riots,” they said. “Unstable suspects.” No one dared speak the word. Not on the record.But in the streets?Everyone knew.Wolves.Evelyn moved through the precinct like a storm bottled in flesh.Her boots tracked rainwater and dirt. Her coat clung to her skin. Behind her, Logan kept pace — quieter, but no less tense.The bullpen was nearly empty. Officers were either out on calls or barricading entry points. Captain Reyes waited in his office, phone to his ear, face drawn with lines she hadn’t noticed before.He hung up as they entered.“Downtown is losing contr

The air around the Hollowmoon clearing was thick with breath and tension. Evelyn stood still, her aunt’s words echoing in her skull.“You carry her scent.”“You’re lying,” Evelyn whispered. “My mother died. They told me”“She died,” the woman said. “But not when they said. Not how they said.”The wolves behind her shifted restlessly, as if holding back more than teeth.“She was taken. Used. And when they were done trying to tame her, they gave her one choice: loyalty or extinction. She chose the third.”“What was that?”The woman smiled.“Revenge.”Evelyn’s heart pounded. “Where is she?”A pause.Then the woman said softly: “She’s alive.”Elsewhere in the city, Logan stood at the edge of the alley behind the courthouse, his instincts screaming.Something was wrong.The meeting was supposed to be clean. Discreet.He wasn’t alone.And then he saw it a figure cloaked in city uniform, watching him from the rooftop above.Logan stepped back into the shadows just as the first shot rang out.

Everyone was running on fumes no one said it out loud, but the tension hung thick in the air like wet smoke.Evelyn sat at her desk, staring at her father's file again.Her father had been one of them. A werewolf.All this time, while she was chasing monsters, the real one had been in the family album.“You good?” Mason asked, slipping into the chair beside her.She didn’t answer right away. “I thought we were the first. The lab kids. The experiments. But what if... what if there were others before us?”Mason looked tired. Older somehow. “We’re not the beginning, Ev. Just the next chapter.”Outside, the world was changing faster than they could keep up.The city was buzzing not with rumors anymore, but fear. The public had seen enough blood. Enough half-hidden surveillance footage. Enough unofficial leaks from frightened cops who couldn’t explain claw marks and shredded uniforms.People were locking their doors at sunset. News anchors were using the word "werewolf" with straight face