All Chapters of Beneath the Wolf Moon: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Something was shifting in the air.It wasn’t just a feeling anymore it was a vibration. Low, steady, like a drumbeat buried beneath the surface of everything. The pack could sense it too; I saw it in the way everyone moved quicker, spoke softer, kept their eyes on the horizon as if waiting for something to step out of the shadows.And I knew why.Savannah had made her choice.Lucas had told me earlier that morning she’d stopped hiding her connection to the outsider. Whoever he was, he wasn’t just human. The kind of power he carried it made even the wolves uneasy.Now, as I stood at the edge of the training field, watching the pack assemble, I felt the knot of anxiety twist tighter in my stomach.Jaxon’s voice carried across the clearing, sharp and controlled. “We’re not taking any chances. Patrols double shifts tonight. If Savannah wants a war, we’ll be ready for her.”The command rolled out of him with natural authority. It didn’t matter that he was only a few years older than most o

The night smelled of rain and iron.The forest was heavy with silence not peace, not calm but that brittle quiet that comes right before everything breaks.We’d barely had time to recover after Savannah’s defeat when the tremors began. At first, I thought it was the wind. But then the earth moved. Trees swayed though there was no breeze, and a strange humming vibration rippled through the ground, crawling up my legs like static.“Something’s wrong,” Lucas muttered beside me. He looked pale, his usual smirk gone.Jaxon was already tense, his eyes flashing silver in the dark. The rest of the pack circled closer, low growls rumbling through the trees. “Everyone back to formation,” he ordered, his voice sharp and commanding pure Alpha.The command thrummed through the air, and I felt it not in my ears, but in my bones. It was the first time I’d truly sensed his authority like that, the raw energy that made even seasoned wolves lower their heads instinctively.Except me.The pull hit me

There are moments in life that don’t explode they unravel. Quietly. Slowly. Like a thread finally snapping after years of tension.That’s how it felt standing in front of my brother’s door.For days, I’d been avoiding this. Every time I saw Ethan, something inside me tightened — that old, familiar ache of being invisible. But after everything that had happened — the attacks, the secrets, the truth about Jaxon and the pack — it felt wrong to keep pretending that the wound between us wasn’t still bleeding.I knocked before I could change my mind.“Yeah?” came his voice from inside.I pushed open the door. Ethan was sitting at his desk, laptop open, surrounded by books and notes. He looked up, surprised. “Avery?”His eyes softened a little, but there was a flicker of unease there too — like he already knew what this was about.“Can we talk?” I asked.He nodded slowly, closing his laptop. “Sure. What’s going on?”I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. For a moment, neither of us sp

I didn’t know what was scarier, the forest around me, thick with shadows and the scent of damp earth, or the feeling in my gut that tonight, nothing would ever be the same. My heartbeat thudded like a drum in my chest, each pulse echoing the tension that had been building for weeks, months even. Savannah’s latest scheme had escalated beyond anything I’d imagined. This wasn’t just schoolyard manipulation or whispers behind lockers. This was real danger. Supernatural danger.Beside me, Jaxon moved silently, a shadow among shadows, every sense tuned and coiled. His presence alone set my instincts on edge, pulling at something primal inside me that I didn’t fully understand. My hands brushed the hilt of my training blade more a symbolic piece, since my instincts were now my strongest weapons but I didn’t feel nervous. I felt ready. Empowered. Alive.Lucas trailed slightly behind us, his eyes sharp, calculating, a constant reminder that even allies could be unpredictable. And then I felt

The air was crisp, carrying a hint of autumn through the quiet streets as I walked, hands buried in the pockets of my jacket. The world around me felt different now sharper, richer, alive in ways I hadn’t noticed before. I paused for a moment, taking it all in: the distant hum of traffic, the soft rustle of leaves, the warm glow of streetlights casting long shadows. It was peaceful, almost deceptively so, and I let myself breathe it in, knowing how easily chaos could return.I smiled faintly, a quiet acknowledgment of everything that had happened. The battles, the schemes, the heart-stopping moments with Savannah, the nights of fear and adrenaline, and the moments of pure, unexpected joy they all lingered in my memory like threads woven into the fabric of who I had become. I had survived, yes, but more importantly, I had grown. Every scar, every bruise, every sleepless night had forged something stronger inside me.I thought of Jaxon, of how far we had come together. The tension that