Alle Kapitel von Star-Crossed Wolves: Silver Moon Rising: Kapitel 101 – Kapitel 110

POV: Principal LearThe files kept multiplying.Lear spread them across his desk like tarot cards, reading futures in incident reports and teacher observations.Mercutio Escalus: Found intoxicated on school grounds. Displaying signs of depression and anxiety.Otto Moorland: Emotional instability increasing. Recommended for counseling.Beatrice Sharpe: Issued challenge to fellow student. Refused mediation.Tybalt Capulet: Multiple instances of aggressive behavior toward Montague pack members.Each file represented a life he was responsible for. Each name belonged to a kid who'd been sent here to learn how to be better than their parents' generation.He was failing them.His phone rang again. This time he answered."Principal Lear.""Alexander." Vincent Capulet's voice was tight with barely controlled fury. "We need to discuss my daughter's situation.""Juliana is an excellent student. Her grades are—""I don't give a damn about her grades. I care about the Montague boy she's been meeti

POV: Ronan MontagueThe new moon was in three days.I stared at the lunar calendar on my phone, calculating risk versus reward for maybe the hundredth time this week. Three days until the sky went dark and our scents would be weakest. Three days until Juliana and I could complete the mating bond without every supernatural creature within fifty miles sensing it.Three days felt like forever and not nearly long enough."You're doing that thing again." Mercutio's voice came from his bed across our dorm room. "The brooding stare where you look like you're contemplating either murder or marriage.""Neither," I lied."Liar. You've had that same expression for two weeks." He sat up, tossing aside whatever book he'd been pretending to read. "What's going on?"I trusted Mercutio with my life. Had since we were fourteen and he'd helped me through the worst of my grief after Mom died. But telling him about the ceremony felt dangerous, like speaking the plan out loud might somehow jinx it."Nothi

POV: Juliana CapuletThe mate bond settled into my chest like coming home after a lifetime of wandering.I lay in my dorm room bed at 3 AM, staring at the ceiling while my wolf purred with contentment for the first time in weeks. The restless energy that had been driving me crazy since the semester started was gone, replaced by a warm certainty that hummed through my veins like electricity.Ronan was mine. I was his. The universe had spoken, and nothing else mattered.Except everything else did matter.My phone buzzed with a text from my mother: Call home when you wake up. Important family announcement.The message made my stomach clench with dread. Family announcements were never good news, especially when they came at 3 AM.I tried Ronan's number, needing to hear his voice and feel the bond thrumming between us like proof that last night had actually happened. The call went straight to voicemail."Hey, it's me," I said after the beep. "I know you're probably sleeping, but I just wa

POV: Juliana CapuletHome was exactly as terrible as I'd expected.My parents spent Friday evening introducing me to distant relatives who'd heard about the engagement and wanted to offer congratulations. Each conversation felt like nails on a chalkboard, every well-meaning comment about my future with Lorenzo making the mate bond twist painfully in my chest."You must be so excited," Aunt Carolina said over dinner. "Lorenzo is such a catch. Strong, handsome, excellent bloodline.""Very exciting," I agreed, pushing food around my plate while my mother watched with sharp eyes."You seem distracted, darling," she observed. "Is everything alright?""Just tired from classes.""Perhaps you should rest this weekend instead of going out with friends. We have the dress fitting tomorrow, and you'll want to look your best."The dress fitting. For my engagement announcement. To a man who wasn't my mate."Actually, I was hoping we could talk. Privately."My mother's expression shifted to concern

POV: Ian GrecoThe key to destroying someone isn't breaking them all at once.It's finding the crack in their foundation and applying pressure until everything crumbles from within.I watch Otto Moorland through the library window, hunched over his Advanced Pack Politics textbook like it holds the secrets to the universe. His fingers worry the edge of the page, a nervous habit I've catalogued along with dozens of other tells. The way he adjusts his glasses when uncomfortable. How his voice gets softer when he's uncertain. The apologetic slump of his shoulders when anyone challenges him.Weakness, all of it. Beautiful, exploitable weakness.My phone buzzes with a notification. The photos are ready.I spent three weeks setting this up. Three weeks of careful observation, strategic conversations, and cultivated trust. Otto thinks I'm his friend—the only person who really understands how hard it is being an Omega in a world built for Alphas. He confides in me about his insecurities, his