Semua Bab The Full Moon Verdict: Bab 1 - Bab 10

They clashed.Again. And again.She didn’t speak. She didn’t pause. This was a hunt—not for survival, but for justice long denied.Her blows were calculated, brutal. She ducked under his swipes, slammed her shoulder into his side, raked claws down his flank. Blood matted his fur. Ethan fought back—fangs snapping, claws slashing the air—but she danced around him like she'd trained for this moment a thousand times.He barreled into her with full force, pinning her against the alley wall. For a second, he felt her ribs crack beneath his bulk. Her breath hitched—a sharp, wounded gasp. A second later, he was flying backward, thrown like a ragdoll. He hit a dumpster. Hard. Metal screamed, denting inward with the impact. A trash lid clattered to the ground. He staggered, dazed, stars bursting behind his eyes.She was on him before he could rise. Her teeth snapped at his throat. He rolled away, barely avoiding her bite.Ethan snarled, circling. His gold eyes locked onto her amber ones. No word

The warehouse was silent but for the low crackle of fire and the distant hum of city noise filtering through rusted metal.Ethan sat chained to the ceiling beam, arms aching, body sore, every muscle alive with pain and dull hunger. His mouth was dry. His stomach had stopped growling hours ago—now it just ached, hollow and bitter. It had been more than a full day since he’d eaten, and the wolf in him was beginning to stir—not in defiance, but desperation.His nose twitched involuntarily.Food.There was something cooking on a dented, scorched metal pan placed atop a fire pit made of cinder blocks. Something seared and spiced. The scent of it slid into his awareness like a whis

The warehouse was silent when she left.The rusted door had slammed shut behind her with a finality that echoed down Ethan’s spine. Chains bit into his wrists as he shifted, his muscles sore from the night’s tension. He had no idea how long he stayed there—hours? A full day?But eventually, the door creaked again.Anna stepped in like she owned the place. Like it was just another morning at the office.She wore a grey hoodie, stained jeans, and boots crusted in dried mud. In her hand, she carried a brown paper bag, grease blooming through the bottom like oil on water. The smell of egg and sausage hit him before she even got close.“Brought you breakfast,” she said.Ethan raised a brow. “Is this the part where you pretend we’re friends now?”She ignored that. Walked up to him, crouched just out of striking distance, and unwrapped the sandwich. It was cold. Cheap. The kind of thing you get from a vending machine when you’ve given up on life. She held it out.He stared at her.“You want

It began with a schedule.Ethan Cross didn’t make to-do lists. He built battle plans.Each morning—if you could call 4:00 a.m. morning—he rose from the stiff leather couch in his office’s side room, brewed black coffee, and pulled up three separate encrypted databases. Passwords, ciphers, biometric logins. All muscle memory now.He would sit behind his desk, back straight, sleeves rolled up, hair increasingly unkempt. Every keystroke was a scalpel. Every file opened was a vein he had to dissect. He was no longer defending. He was hunting.Anna matched him hour for hour.She’d take the bed—he insisted—but rarely used it. When she wasn’t passed out in the corner chair, a law book half open on her chest, she was pacing the office barefoot, her mind always two pages ahead. She never interrupted, never hovered. Just read, wrote, and occasionally left notes in the margins of his work.Ethan hated how much he came to rely on her eyes.It became routine. Wake. Coffee. Pastries. Brief nod. The

It started with a whisper.Not the dramatic kind—the sharp beep of a security breach or the blare of an emergency siren. No, this was a soft chime from Ethan’s phone. Subtle. Insidious. The kind of sound that didn't announce disaster—it suggested it.He glanced at the screen.Then he went still.Anna noticed it immediately. She’d been re-buttoning her coat, preparing to leave the restaurant. But his stillness cut through the morning buzz like a scalpel."What is it?" she asked.Ethan slowly rotated the screen toward her.Zurich: Red-Level Alert. Audit Triggered – Holdings under Review.He didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to.Then his phone vibrated again. But this time, it wasn’t the Caymans.Anonymous leak published. Title: "Inside Kellerman’s Pharma Fortress: The Human Cost of a Billion-Dollar Empire."Anna’s brows rose. "The reporter?"Ethan gave a single nod. “He ran it early.”She exhaled, the sound halfway between a laugh and a curse. “So much for a gentle rollout.”“No. This