All Chapters of Beneath the Wolf Moon: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I always thought my family’s story was simple. Ordinary. Dad left when we were kids, Mom buried herself in Ethan’s achievements, and I… well, I was the leftover. The invisible one.But tonight, everything I thought I knew cracked.It started with an argument. Ethan stormed out earlier after another tense dinner Mom grilling him about grades, college, and image. The usual golden boy pressure cooker. I slipped away to the attic, a place no one bothered with anymore. Dust clung to every box, and the single lightbulb flickered when I tugged the string.I was just looking for old photo albums, something to distract me. But I found a box shoved into the farthest corner, taped shut, labeled only with my mother’s handwriting: “Q.”Not Quinn. Just the letter.My chest tightened as I pulled it free, coughing when the dust puffed into the air. For a moment I hesitated, because Mom doesn’t leave things unlabeled, not like this. She’s precise. Controlled. But my fingers worked on their own, rippin

The council chamber was colder than I expected. Not in temperature though the stone walls and high ceilings certainly didn’t help but in atmosphere. The moment Jaxon and I stepped inside, the air thickened with judgment, every stare trained on him sharp and calculating.I swallowed hard, hugging my arms across my chest. I wasn’t supposed to be here. This was their world, their politics, their hierarchy. But Jaxon hadn’t told me to leave. Instead, he’d brushed his hand against mine in a quick, grounding touch before walking forward to take his place in the center of the room.Lucas leaned toward me as we stood along the edge of the chamber. His voice was low and urgent. “Keep calm, Ave. They’ll be looking for weakness any crack they can exploit.”I nodded, though my stomach churned. I’d faced Savannah’s cruelty, public humiliation, and even whispers of supernatural danger. But this? This was different. These weren’t high school games. This was power. Life. Future.The council members s

I didn’t think I’d sleep after what happened in the woods.Every time I closed my eyes, I heard their voices again, Savannah’s name whispered like a curse, the promises of protection and money, and the thundering footsteps chasing me through the trees. Even safe inside the packhouse, I couldn’t shake it.Hours passed, the house quiet, shadows stretching long under the thin sliver of moonlight spilling in through the window. I paced. I sat. I stood again. My hoodie was damp from sweat, my pulse still refusing to slow.That was when the knock came.Soft. Measured. Not frantic, but enough to make me freeze.I already knew who it was before I opened the door.Jaxon.He leaned against the frame, his broad shoulders filling the doorway, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He wasn’t shirtless this time, but the fitted black T-shirt he wore wasn’t doing much to calm the heat rising in my stomach. His gaze swept over me, lingering too long on my restless hands before lifting to my face.“You’

I could feel it in my chest before I even got to school that morning the storm was coming. Not a literal storm, though the sky outside was overcast, gray clouds rumbling faintly in the distance. No, this was something else. A tension that hung in the air, thick and suffocating, like a warning that every instinct in me screamed to pay attention to.Savannah.Her name alone made my stomach twist. She was always scheming, always plotting, always trying to find a way to humiliate me or worse. I had grown stronger over the last few weeks, had learned to assert myself both at home and at school, but I knew better than to underestimate her. She didn’t just want attention. She wanted control. And I was in her way.I walked through the school doors, my backpack slung loosely over my shoulder, taking deep, steadying breaths. Lucas was waiting for me at our usual spot by the lockers, his sandy blond hair slightly ruffled from the morning wind. His brown eyes met mine with that calm, knowing expr

When I woke up the morning after the ambush, my body still buzzed with adrenaline. It was like every nerve in me had been rewired overnight. The stranger’s hand on my wrist, the glowing object in their grasp, Jaxon’s barely restrained fury I couldn’t get any of it out of my head.But under all that fear, something else pulsed inside me. A hum. A sharpness. As if my senses had been tuned to a new frequency.The sound of Ethan’s alarm clock three doors down. The faint clink of dishes in the kitchen. Even the whisper of wind against my window it was all sharper, clearer.It wasn’t just me anymore. Something inside me had shifted.Jaxon noticed it first.He and Lucas showed up at the edge of the woods near school that afternoon, dragging me away before Ethan or anyone else could ask questions. Apparently “pack training” trumped homework.“You’ve changed,” Jaxon said as we walked deeper into the trees. His tone wasn’t accusing, just studying. His blue eyes cut sideways at me like he was se