All Chapters of Beneath the Wolf Moon: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I couldn’t stop thinking about the evening as I walked home. The air smelled like wet earth and cool night, and my skin tingled from the day’s events. My heart refused to calm itself, pounding in a rhythm that seemed almost unnatural. I knew why. Jaxon. Always Jaxon. That tension between us—it wasn’t just a fleeting crush anymore. Something deeper had begun to coil between us, silent, insistent, and dangerously magnetic.I arrived home, the streetlights casting long shadows across the driveway of our large house. My parents weren’t home, thank God, probably out fussing over Ethan like usual. That alone should have made me happy, but I was restless, nerves buzzing from anticipation and worry. My instincts—heightened over the past weeks—made my chest tight and my senses sharp. I knew without seeing that someone, somewhere, was moving unnaturally close, almost predatory. My pulse quickened.And then he was there.Jaxon. He stepped out from the shadows near the treeline beside my driveway

The gym smelled faintly of polished wood and sweat as I walked in, my sneakers squeaking against the floor. The school had decided to host a “community showcase,” inviting local organizations, parents, and a few notable figures—like the senior pack members—to observe demonstrations of skills and talent. To me, it felt like another high-pressure stage, but this time, the stakes were… different. Much higher.Jaxon wasn’t there. He had some emergency with the pack—something Lucas had hinted at but wouldn’t explain—and his absence left a sharp ache in my chest I couldn’t quite shake. Normally, I could rely on him to anticipate trouble, but today? Today it was all on me.I glanced around the gym, spotting familiar faces: students gossiping, teachers pretending to supervise while whispering amongst themselves, and a few senior pack members observing from the sidelines. My pulse quickened. I could feel the instincts that had been growing stronger over the last weeks—my senses alert, my react

The night had been still, almost too still, the kind of silence that pressed on your eardrums until you swore you could hear your own heartbeat echoing in your skull. I had slipped out onto the back porch of the Carter estate, needing a breath of fresh air after yet another tense evening with Jaxon.He hadn’t meant to scare me earlier; I knew that. His anger came from fear, from the unbearable pressure of trying to protect me while balancing everything else. Still, the weight of his words lingered on my chest, heavy and complicated.The cool night air brushed across my skin, carrying the crisp scent of pine and damp earth. I wrapped my arms around myself and stared into the treeline, the shadows deepening beneath the branches. At first, I thought it was just my imagination—the way the darkness seemed thicker, heavier—but then my instincts flared.That strange, gut-deep awareness I had begun to recognize as more than human prickled along my spine. My pulse quickened.Someone—or somethi

The night smelled of rain. Damp earth, pine, and something sharper I couldn’t quite name. It clung to my skin as I moved through the trees, keeping low, following Jaxon’s lead. The mission wasn’t supposed to involve me—I wasn’t officially part of the pack, not really—but Jaxon had let me come.“Observe,” he’d said, his blue eyes locking onto mine with that unspoken warning: don’t push me.Except observing was impossible when every sense in me hummed like live electricity. I could feel the others—pack members moving silently around the perimeter, their presence brushing against the edge of my awareness. But Jaxon’s presence was louder. His body moved ahead of me with effortless power, muscles coiled, every step purposeful. I couldn’t look away, no matter how much I told myself to focus on the mission.We were tracking something. Or someone. The outsider Savannah had allied with hadn’t disappeared completely after the last skirmish. There had been signs—broken branches, odd scents, and

The morning after Savannah’s public ambush still buzzed in the air. The whispers hadn’t died down; if anything, they’d multiplied overnight. By the time I walked into the cafeteria, trays clattering and chatter bouncing off the walls, I felt the weight of a hundred curious stares pressing on my shoulders.Some were impressed. Some are skeptical. Some are hostile. But all of them were watching.Jaxon leaned casually against the far wall with Lucas, his arms folded, gaze sweeping the room like a sentry. He looked infuriatingly calm, but I knew better. Beneath the relaxed posture was a wolf pacing, restless. For once, though, he wasn’t hovering at my side. He was letting me stand on my own—an unspoken acknowledgment that I’d earned that right yesterday.Still, his eyes tracked me as I crossed the room, a silent tether humming between us.I had just taken a seat when it happened. A prickling sensation crawled up the back of my neck, sharp and sudden, like icy fingers brushing my skin. My