All Chapters of Beasts of the Moon : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Willa Ford. Later in the day… It’s 10 a.m. I’m having my morning therapy with Iris. She’s unusually quiet this morning, gently massaging my leg. It was painful earlier, before she arrived and gave me painkillers and this soothing massage. It's relieving. “What’s the matter, child?” I ask softly. She snaps her eyes up, staring at me blankly. I’ve noticed she wears wolfsbane these days. I wonder why. Is she afraid of us? “You look lost,” I press, concerned. She’s been awfully quiet since she arrived this morning, moving absently through her work. Something’s troubling her, something deep. “It’s nothing, Mrs. Ford,” she says too quickly. I quirk a small smile. It's something alright. I reach out and cup her chin, lifting her face to mine. Her eyes hold something. Conflict, pain. “Your eyes say differently, Iris.” She looks away. I try to read her thoughts, as I do with every human. But nothing. My mental link bounces back, blocked. I frown. That’s odd. The only time I’ve seen

Iris. Night. Same day. It’s Saturday. I arrived in Silvaton Ridge on Tuesday evening, barely five days ago, and already, my world has turned itself. I’m in a car with a stranger. Kind. Gentle. He picked me up at the mansion’s gate and offered to drive me as far as a neighboring town. He’s delivering supplies there, and I figured I’d stop, start over. Wait tables, wash dishes. Anything but this chaos. We’ve been driving for a few minutes. The air outside is cold, drifting in through a crack in the window. I lean back against the seat, letting the breeze and motion lull me. Darkness wraps around us like a thick blanket. My phone won’t stop buzzing in my purse. Mrs. Ford’s number, and another I don’t recognize. I don’t answer. I can’t. What if it’s Gerald? I don’t have his number, but what if it’s him? A pain claws into my chest. We could’ve been something real. But the tattoo from my dream, the vampire threat, they ruin it all. They make it all dangerous. The vampires want me. They

Gerald. We kiss deeply, hungrily. Iris meets me with the same burning need, her moans mingling with mine, rising in the still air of the car. After I gave my warning to the young vampire, I left him trembling and went straight for her. When I found her, she was still perched on that tree. Eyes shut. Lost in a trance, it seemed. Even as I shifted back into human form, she didn’t stir. I leaped us both back home. Settled her in the car, her body in my arms. And still, she didn’t wake. Panic curled in my chest. I called her name again and again until finally, her eyes fluttered open. She looked at me, and just like that, I could breathe again. Now, her hands tangle in my hair. Her soft body presses into mine, and my cock jolts alive beneath her. She rolls her hips, grinding against me. My pre-cum already tipping my cock. I groan into her lips, gripping her hair and tugging gently, firmly. Making her look at me. “Where were you off to?” I ask, voice low, controlled. Her eyes sh

Gerald. Tuesday, June 10th. Next day. Night. The moon hangs above, silver and solemn. Rain pours heavily on us, soaking the earth beneath our feet. I stand in the clearing, surrounded by towering trees cloaked in shadow. Every head is bowed, not because of the rain, but because of the grief. Foller, a beta, a warrior, has been slaughtered like prey. The impunity of it makes my blood boil. He wasn’t just murdered. He was hunted, on our territory. Unguarded. Vulnerable. Like game. The entire pack surrounds me, shoulder to shoulder in our werewolf forms. Not a single human form among us tonight. The Luna Goddess floats above us, her ethereal presence glowing faintly in the darkness. Her face, always so serene, is veiled in sorrow tonight. She feels our pain. I feel hers. I'm one of her Alphas. Aleen, Foller’s mate, wails. Her keening cry cuts through the rain like a blade. She’s inconsolable, not just because of his death, but because of what came before it. The betrayal. We all

Damian Cordwell. I stare at the beauty before me, hair like a waterfall of silver and gold. She looks ethereal. Entrancing. But I know better. There’s a warrior’s heart beating in her chest. I can see it just by looking at her. She wears nothing beneath the robe she had on earlier. The sight of her bare flesh stirred a twisted hunger in me. I had to demand she be covered, only because I want to preserve her. After I’m done killing her Alpha, I’ll take her for myself. Wife or not, this Alpha’s whore will belong to me. I cross to her, taking my time. Her defiant eyes rise to meet mine, burning with rage and something else. Devotion. To whom? The Alpha? “How is it that a werewolf Alpha has claimed a human as a pet? A whore?” I sneer, leaning close to sniff her. There’s a trace of wolfsbane on her and something else. Something familiar. Magic? My eyes narrow. “Magic?” I ask slowly, stepping closer. I trail a finger down the valley between her breasts. One of her nipples peeks through