All Chapters of Beasts of the Moon : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

IrisBlue Lake Town, Colorado. December, 2022.He's kissing me. I'm kissing him. The air is thick with heat and extreme devotion, his breath mingling with mine as Patrick kisses me again and again. My husband, my secret, my sin. The man I just sacrificed everything for. Regret gnaws, but I push it back.We married only hours ago in a hidden chapel just outside Silvaton Ridge. The rings we exchanged gleam in the poor motel lamplight, proof of our vow against everything in our lives. Proof of our true love. Our devotion to one another forever. I recall his vow.'I, Patrick take you forever as my wife. My life. No one separates us from now till eternity.'Those words filter in now. Echoing in this intimate moment between Patrick and I.My heart thunders beneath his touch as his fingers trace the lines of my bare skin. His touch is slow and reverent. He moves inside me, deep and gentle, as if memorizing the rhythm of my entire body. The rhythm of my soul. I’m his, completely. Finally, an

Iris.Silvaton Ridge, Colorado. Next day…Completely exhausted. My head pounds heavily. My legs feel like jelly. They aren't my legs anymore. My clothes are soaked through, cold rain seeping past my worn out jacket, clinging to my skin like ice. I’ve been on that damn bus for a little more than twenty-four hours, rattling through states, watching fog creep across the windows like a ghost.Now I’m here. Finally. Silvaton Ridge.A sign swings above the tiny bus stop, and just beyond it, a lone splash of color in this washed-out gray world. Dinah’s Diner. Flashing neon in pink and blue hums against the rain, casting warped reflections in the puddles at my feet.I squint at my phone. 8:15 p.m. Battery completely low.I left last night. It feels like I left ages ago.Thunder cracks above me as I stumble across the street, dodging muddy potholes. The diner glows warm and bright, like something out of a postcard. I push open the door. A bell jingles overhead.Inside, it's like I’ve stepped

Iris.Lightning. Blinding lightning cracks across the sky, and that’s when I see it.A monstrosity. A towering werewolf, drenched in rain, muscles taut and rippling with barely restrained rage. Each limb looks sculpted for violence. Its fur is slick, dark, and matted from blood and storm. Its breath steams in the cold air. Plumes spiral around its snout. Its eyes, blazing gold.My heart stops.God… I just fell into another creature’s war. All of them, beasts of the moon. Beasts of the night. Oh no!Before I can blink, Josh is yanked off me like a rag doll and slammed against a tree. The sound is brutal, bones meeting tree. A snarl erupts next, feral and thunderous.Immediately, the creature lunges again.Another vampire shrieks, high and sharp, as the werewolf grabs him by the throat. I can’t look away. I should, but I can’t. With horrifying strength, the wolf tears him apart, limbs flying through the trees. Blood splatters across the leaves. The forest reeks of Crimson blood.The th

Gerald. My arms are folded, my stance calm, but inside, I’m coiled. Pretending her presence doesn’t get to me is a wasted effort. Pretending last night didn’t shake something already loose in me is worse. Because my efforts are futile. Iris Conrad. My mother’s new caregiver. I looked her ID up the moment her belongings were brought in. The name alone was a punch to the gut. Iris. A name I buried with the woman who wore it years ago. One I was told died. The healer I entrusted her care to for her treatment, three years ago, had sent word that Iris Herewit, my Luna, my mate, died from Eriana’s wounds. I never replied the message. Never heard from the healer again. Never bothered to. Cut all ties. So why does this Iris suddenly stir up worry in my gut?“The look on your face tells me Foller and Ron are either doing a shit job or something’s chewing you up from the inside,” Luke mutters as he approaches. My second-in-command. Leader of the male betas. My friend.I grunt.“That, or i

Iris.I’m standing in front of Alpha Gerald’s mother’s door. Travis stands beside me. The large modern panel looms, cold and intimidating. This should be easy, tend to a woman Primrose swears is sweet. How hard can it be? I tended to my mother in her final days.Alpha Gerald dropped me off himself, saying something urgent came up at the borders. I didn’t catch the details, but… his absence unsettles me. Why does it feel like a void? That brief ride back, even in silence was intense. The air between us thick. Charged with something unidentifiable.“Come in.” A woman’s voice calls from behind the door, commanding and strong.Travis opens it, guiding us inside. My eyes scan the space. Elegant. Clean. Tasteful art. A vase. Fresh flowers. Everything curated and warm.“Mrs. Ford,” Travis begins, dragging my attention from a painting. “Alpha asked me to bring your new caregiver.”Then I see them, her eyes. Golden. Like her son’s. My breath catches.She shifts to stand, gripping a polished c