Semua Bab Beasts of the Moon : Bab 91 - Bab 100

Chapter 90Gerald.Thursday, 31st June. Next day.Night.11:45 p.m.The forest drowns under the crimson glow of the blood moon. Shadows twist across the clearing where the entire pack waits, restless, anticipation humming through the air like a taut string. Tonight should be sacred. Tonight should be Eliora’s night. Yet unease claws at my chest, because Oleen still hasn’t arrived.The pack stirs around me, voices murmuring, feet dragging against soil. My jaw grinds.“It’s nearly midnight, Gerald, and no one has seen or heard from Oleen,” Luke whispers at my side.My frown deepens. “Did they check her home? She knows she has to be here. The ritual begins exactly at midnight. She wouldn’t dare…”“She’s been gone for days,” Luke cuts in. “No calls. No messages. Nothing.”I whip my gaze to him, anger sparking hot. “And you wait till now to tell me this?” My voice carries, heads turning toward us. I catch Iris’s gaze across the clearing, her presence like a balm, even in this chaos. She c

Oleen.Meanwhile…I stand at the center of the crypt, surrounded by five ancient stone graves, the resting places of the Dark Five. Ramleigh witches so feared in their time, their names were forbidden to be spoken after death. Their powers were bound in blood and stone, never to be woken again. But here I am. Ready to defy every oath taken by the clan.The air reeks of damp stone and decay, the kind of cold that eats into bone. Shadows slither across the walls, alive with the blood moon’s pull. My veins burn with dark energy, thick and poisonous, seething louder as the red glow deepens above. Tendrils of shadow curl from my fingertips, hissing in my ears like restless serpents.‘Now. Wake them.’The voice of my mirror self echoes through me, sharp and commanding.I draw the dagger from the small of my back, stepping toward the pentagon shaped ruby embedded in the center stone. Its crimson glow pulses like a beating heart, the seal of the Dark Five's prison. My pulse syncs with it, fra

Agnes.My hands tremble after Willa finishes recounting how Gerald ordered my little girl locked away until he decides her fate. How the pack demanded blood for Iris’ past sins. My heart slams in my chest as the weight of it sinks in; their demand for blood, their demand for her life.But I force myself still. I pin Willa with my stare even though fear coils deep inside me.“Iris pleaded with me days ago not to reveal this. She said she would tell her husband herself, about her truth, about their cub.” My voice is steel. I hit hard on the word husband, reminding Willa that what lies between them is theirs alone. Not mine. Not hers.She hears me. I see the shift. Her sharp posture softens. Her gaze drifts to Iris’ photo on the wall. She rises slowly, cane tapping into the silence.“I used to hate you… and your daughter,” she says, her back turned. “When she broke my son’s heart.”I inhale. I’d felt the weight of that hatred without her saying it. To hear it aloud is heavier. Bricks pr

Gerald.Saturday, 2nd July.Two days later. Evening.The pack elders demand my wife’s head, and I just stand there, helpless, listening to each one spew venom dressed as law. Laws that have existed in our pack, long before any of us was born. “It only shows weakness on your part, Alpha, if you do not act now. Look at how her rejection of your bond in the past, made you look weak before the packs near and far.”Their voices boom, but I remain silent. My silence isn’t weakness. It's the weight of a man breaking beneath everything. Pack politics, love, principles, betrayal.I think of two nights ago, when Iris and I made love again. How her body clung to mine, how her taste burned my soul alive. How my heart dared to dream of our cub in our arms. But then, the voices of the old laws came creeping, snapping that fragile bond in two. Laws older than me. Laws I swore to obey the instant I became Alpha. Never did I think my own principles would become the blade to gut me. Principles I ha

Iris.Sunday, July 3rd. Next day. Morning.I blink at Primrose, dazed, my head still spinning from the vision. Too much. Too fast.“Why did you do it?” Her voice slices through the haze.My focus snaps back to her. My hands fly out, grabbing hers. “What day is it? Is it morning yet? Is it the day if the trial?” Panic edges my words. In this underground cell, I can’t tell time. No sun, no moon. Only stone walls and silence.She jerks her hands free, her lip curling. “I don’t mingle with traitors. Those who rebelled against the ones who loved them. Traitors who broke the laws…” Her disdain cuts through me. “Really, Primrose?” My voice cracks with disbelief, heavy with sarcasm. Rage sparks in me. “You’re still doing this? After all these years?”Her jaw tightens. “What do you mean by that?”I exhale hard, pacing to the iron door, pressing my forehead against the cold surface, exhaustion and fury knotting in me. Then I turn, my voice sharp steel.“I won’t defend myself. When I was Here