All Chapters of Star-Crossed Wolves: Silver Moon Rising: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

POV: Vincent CapuletI'd buried my daughter three weeks ago.Standing in this conference room at Moonrise Academy, staring at evidence that her death was murder, I felt the grief crack open fresh. Raw. Like I was getting the news all over again.But this time, anger burned underneath."This communication." I pointed to a document dated two months before Juliana's death. "Lady Macbeth is discussing my daughter like she's a problem to be solved."Ronan Montague stood across the table, looking like he'd aged years in the weeks since the funeral. The mate bond severance had nearly killed him. I'd heard the stories about him howling for three days straight, unable to shift back to human form.Part of me had been glad. The Montague boy had stolen my daughter's heart and gotten her killed.Now I knew the truth was worse."Keep reading," Ronan said quietly. "It gets worse."I read the next section. My hands started shaking.The Capulet heir continues to resist arranged bonding. Her attachment

POV: Desi WhitmoreThey wanted me dead.I stood in front of the mirror in the dormitory, adjusting my dress for the ball, and stared at my reflection. Same honey-blonde hair. Same dark eyes. Same face I'd seen every morning for seventeen years.But someone had looked at me and decided I needed to die.Not because of anything I'd done. Because of what I represented. A Beta who refused to stay quiet. A student who organized resistance instead of accepting corruption. Someone who made other people believe they could fight back.Otto had died because they'd manipulated him. Now they wanted to kill me to send a message to everyone else.I wasn't going to let them."You don't have to do this." Bea appeared in the doorway, already dressed in her formal attire. Black suit that made her look dangerous and elegant simultaneously. "We can hide you. Keep you safe until this is over.""And then what? Live knowing I ran while everyone else fought?" I turned to face her. "Otto didn't run. He tried t

POV: Ben ArcherPain was relative.I'd broken bones during pack challenges. Torn muscles in combat training. Spent nights in the healing wing after particularly brutal sparring sessions.But nothing had prepared me for this.The interrogation room was cold. Concrete walls. Single light fixture. Chair bolted to the floor where they'd restrained me with silver cuffs that burned against my skin.Professional setup. Military grade. King Alexander's people knew exactly what they were doing."Let's try this again." The interrogator circled me slowly. Mid-forties, scarred face, dead eyes. Southern Alliance special forces. "Where are the resistance leaders planning to regroup?""I told you. I don't know.""You were coordinating student defense. Don't insult my intelligence.""I was protecting kids from your soldiers. That's not the same as knowing strategic plans."The punch came fast. Caught me in the kidney. I tasted copper."Wrong answer. Let's discuss what happens when you keep lying."Th

POV: Ronan MontagueMiranda's magical backlash had changed everything.I felt it the moment the working hit. Every supernatural being within a hundred miles suddenly connected. Feeling each other's emotions. Understanding each other's intentions. No more lies. No more manipulation.Just raw truth.And the truth was ugly.King Alexander's conspiracy wasn't limited to Moonrise Academy. It reached into every major pack. Every Council position. Every institution that governed supernatural society.Fifty dead students was just the beginning. Hundreds more had been targeted over decades. Families destroyed. Packs weakened. All to maintain the power of a select few who saw the rest of us as resources to be managed.Now everyone knew. And they had to choose."Ronan!" Helena appeared at my side, laptop balanced on one arm. "I've got confirmed reports from twelve different territories. Pack leaders are choosing sides. Some are joining us. Others are doubling down on King Alexander.""How many o

POV: Miranda ProsperoPower was eating me alive from the inside.I could feel it burning through my veins like liquid fire. Too much. Too strong. The energy I'd been channeling for hours demanding release or destruction.Dad stood beside me, his hand on my shoulder, his magic intertwining with mine."Let me help," he said quietly."You can't. This much power will consume you too.""Then we'll be consumed together. Better than watching you burn alone."I'd spent my whole life watching my father from a distance. The mysterious groundskeeper who was secretly one of the most powerful mages in North America. The exile who'd sacrificed everything to keep me safe.Now he was offering to die with me rather than let me face this alone."I don't know how to let you in. I've never shared magic with anyone except Ferdinand.""It's like any other connection. You just have to trust me." His magic touched mine gently. Testing. Waiting for permission. "Let me carry some of this burden, little star."