All Chapters of Beneath the Wolf Moon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

My feet finally remembered what to do.I ran.Down the stairs, tears blurring everything. Someone stuck their leg out as I passed—whether on purpose or not, I didn’t know—and I went down hard.The crash of bottles breaking beneath me was deafening. Pain shot up my arms as shards bit into my skin.“Are you kidding me, Avery?”Ethan’s voice, sharp and disgusted, cut through the noise.“What the fuck are you even doing here? We don’t talk to each other at school, you know that. How dare you crash my party? You know better than to embarrass me!”I couldn’t answer. I wanted to speak, to defend myself. Who does he think he is? I deserve better than a cheating boyfriend and literally the world’s worst brother barking at me.And then another voice. Low. Dangerous.“That’s enough.”Jaxon. He still wears that nonchalant grin on his lips, but it’s getting tighter. Somehow he managed to deliver a face as cold as a slab while not diminishing the smile. He shoved Ethan aside, his hand already rea

By Monday morning, I’d had enough.Enough of Savannah’s sharp whispers slicing through every hallway I walked down. Enough of girls bumping their shoulders into mine like I was something they could just scrape off. Enough of finding dead cockroaches in my locker and enough of Ethan’s cool, careless glances that always seemed to say, You’re embarrassing me.If they wanted a villain, I’d give them one.The plan came to me late Sunday night while I lay awake staring at the ceiling. My body still ached from where I’d fallen on the bottles at Jaxon’s party, and my lips still tingled from the way he’d kissed me in the quiet of his room. I hated that I could still feel him.I hated even more that a part of me wanted to feel it again.But that wasn’t the point. The point was that everyone kept treating me like a joke. And it was time they saw just how sharp the punchline could be.By the time the big football game rolled around Friday night, everything was ready.Savannah and her minions stru

The weight of my legacy pressed on me every moment I spent in this fragile human world. I was not merely a boy or even just a man; I was the future Alpha, heir to a powerful werewolf pack hidden in the shadows of the mountains and forests beyond this town. My father ruled with strength and wisdom, a leader born of blood and battle, and I was expected to one day take his place. But before that could happen, I had to prove myself—not through combat alone, but through restraint, understanding, and the ability to walk among humans without losing myself to the wolf within.This trial was as much about control as it was about survival. The human world, with its fragile rules and unspoken politics, was a crucible shaping me for the responsibilities I would bear. The strength that flowed through my veins—my unearthly stamina, heightened senses, and the burning fire of my wolf—had to be tempered. I was learning to master the beast without losing the man.But the moment I first saw Avery Quinn,

The car ride home was silent, except for the occasional rustle of the hospital discharge papers in my trembling hands. The familiar streets blurred past the window, but my mind was elsewhere, swirling with a mixture of relief, dread, and a numb kind of exhaustion that seeped deep into my bones. A week in the hospital—a week during which the only visitors I hoped for never came.When I was finally wheeled up our driveway, the house looked exactly the same as it always had: tall, imposing, and unwelcoming. The kind of place where warmth existed only as a memory, and smiles were as rare as rain in the desert. I expected nothing different, yet the sight of the front door made my stomach twist with unease.The front door opened before I could even ring the bell.My parents stood there, both rigid, their faces drawn tight with cold indifference. Their eyes skimmed over me like I was a stranger, or worse—a problem to be ignored. Not once had they come to the hospital, not once had I heard th

The morning of my return to school dawned gray and heavy, as though the clouds themselves carried the same weight pressing down on my chest.I sat on the edge of my bed for a long time after my alarm went off, staring at the uniform laid out neatly over the chair across the room. The fabric seemed stiffer somehow, colder, and less inviting than I remembered. I ran my fingers over the hem of the skirt, tracing the faint line where it had frayed, and tried to summon some kind of courage.I was physically healed enough to walk the halls again—at least that was what the doctor had said when he signed my discharge papers. But my ribs still ached when I breathed too deeply. My arm, though no longer in a cast, was tender and stiff. And my skin still bore faint burn marks, pale and angry against the otherwise unmarked canvas of my body.Those injuries, though, were nothing compared to the bruises no one could see.I forced myself to stand, dressing slowly, methodically, as though if I pretend