บททั้งหมดของ Star-Crossed Wolves: Silver Moon Rising: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

 The next morning found Ian in his father's private study, surrounded by psychological profiles, political dossiers, and strategic analyses that represented thirty years of intelligence gathering on supernatural society's most influential families. This wasn't standard educational material—it was the kind of classified information that shaped international pack politics and territorial negotiations."Tell me about the Montague heir," Victor said without preamble, sliding a thick folder across his desk.Ian opened the file, scanning the detailed psychological assessment and behavioral analysis that some of the supernatural world's most skilled intelligence operatives had compiled over years of careful observation."Ronan Montague. Eighteen years old. Natural Alpha with exceptional physical capabilities and strong leadership instincts." Ian's voice took on the clinical tone he'd learned to use when analyzing potential targets. "Raised in traditional p

 Two weeks later, Ian sat in the back seat of the family's government-issued sedan, watching the Washington D.C. landmarks disappear behind them as they headed toward the private airfield where a chartered jet waited to carry him to his new assignment. His luggage was perfectly organized, his academic records were impeccably manufactured, and his psychological weapons were honed to surgical precision.Beside him, Emilia stared out the window with the kind of nervous excitement that suggested she genuinely believed Moonrise Academy would be an opportunity for personal growth and intellectual development. She had no idea that her brother was approaching their shared educational experience as a covert intelligence operation designed to establish generational political control."Remember," Victor said from the front passenger seat, his voice carrying the authority of a man who had shaped supernatural politics for thirty years, "your primary objective is long-t

 Three days later, Emilia discovered the true scope of her brother's cruelty while visiting her best friend Sophia Chen at the hospital psychiatric ward where she was recovering from a suicide attempt that had nearly succeeded.Sophia looked fragile and hollow-eyed in the clinical hospital bed, surrounded by the kind of cheerful decorations that couldn't disguise the fundamental tragedy of an eighteen-year-old who had been driven to believe that death was preferable to continuing her current existence."I'm so glad you came," Sophia whispered, her voice hoarse from the medical interventions that had saved her life. "I wasn't sure you'd want to see me after... after what happened.""Of course I wanted to see you. You're my best friend." Emilia settled into the uncomfortable visitor's chair, fighting back tears at seeing someone she loved reduced to this fragile state. "How are you feeling?""Better, I think. The doctors say I'm making progress

The decision crystallized that night as Emilia sat in her bedroom, staring at the Moonrise Academy acceptance letter that had once represented educational opportunity and now felt like a military deployment order. Her brother was planning to treat their elite boarding school as a laboratory for psychological experimentation, and she was the only person positioned to recognize the threat he represented.She opened her laptop and began typing a new kind of document—not an observational journal designed to understand Ian's behavior, but an operational plan designed to stop him.Mission Objective: Protect Moonrise Academy students from systematic psychological manipulation by Ian Greco. Gather evidence of his abuse tactics. Identify allies who can help expose his true nature when the time is right.The clinical language felt strange when applied to her own brother, but Emilia had learned from Sophia's near-death experience that family loyalty couldn't take precedence over protecting innoc

The Great Hall of Moonrise Academy was designed to intimidate, and it succeeded brilliantly. Soaring stone arches supported a vaulted ceiling that seemed to disappear into shadows, while stained glass windows cast colored light across long tables arranged by dormitory houses. But what made every wolf in the room unconsciously straighten their posture was the ceiling itself—a massive dome painted with lunar phases that shifted and changed in real time, showing the exact state of the moon that governed their supernatural nature.Currently, it displayed a waning crescent, which meant emotional tensions would be running lower than usual. Good for orientation, Ronan thought. Bad for his wolf, who was still following that jasmine-and-roses scent like a bloodhound tracking prey."Magnificent, isn't it?" The voice belonged to a tall, aristocratic-looking student who'd positioned himself near Ronan with the casual confidence of someone accustomed to making himself known to important people. "I