All Chapters of Ashmoor Unseen Wolf : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Diana’s POVThe moment Principal Odell stepped toward me, reeking of smug authority and something darker beneath his polished shoes and expensive cologne, my mind clicked into survival mode.I wasn’t going to beg.I wasn’t going to back down.Not when he was seconds away from stripping me of my dignity.Truth be told, I really did take the book, but I wasn't reckless. As if guided by some divine hand, I’d only taken snapshots of my sketches from the book, leaving the original right there—back on his desk like a taunt.I smiled. Not sweetly. Sharp. Calculated.Then I turned away from the door and walked past him, chin high, spine straight. Like I wasn’t still shaking inside.Then I stopped at his desk. My eyes scanned the tabletop. The book lay innocently among the clutter, but I needed drama—an explosion to burn his confidence to the ground.He opened his mouth, confused. “What are you…”CRASH.I flipped the table.The sound was thunderous. Books and papers scattered like autumn leave

Diana’s POV When I got home from school, the house was wrapped in an eerie hush, the kind that made silence feel loud. The only sound was the soft murmur of a news anchor’s voice bleeding from the sitting room, like a ghost whispering from another world.Dad was sitting in his usual spot, one hand gripping the remote, the other drumming a restless rhythm against the armrest. The TV cast a cold blue glow across his face as the screen blinked with images of San Francisco’s rising elite names, faces, veiled agendas. I slid onto the couch beside him, eyes fixed on the screen.“San Francisco’s elite families gathered today for the ribbon-cutting of the new Hunters Security HQ, one of the largest private enforcement operations in the state,” the broadcaster intoned, voice smooth and clinical.“Interesting,” I muttered, feigning casual.Dad blinked, surprised. “Diana?” His voice pierced the quiet like a pin. “You… watching the news now?”I nodded, keeping my tone light. “Yeah. Maturity, I

Abegail’s POVSteam still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, my towel wrapped snugly around my chest. The glass door clicked shut behind me, still misted from the hot shower. I was halfway to my lotion when the pressure hit… sharp, sudden.I paused. No, this wasn’t normal.I turned back to the toilet, every step sending ripples of unease through me.The sting came first, just as I sat down to pee.By the time I stood, the pain had bloomed into panic.Bright red.The color mocked me, painting the porcelain bowl like a silent alarm. Bold, unapologetic. Terrifying.“Oh my God…” I gasped, staring down in disbelief. “I’m not supposed to bleed. Not now.”I leaned in closer, hoping I was wrong. Hoping it was a mistake. But the truth stared back at me, vivid and cruel.Blood.Not just a spot. A warning. Like the child inside me had cried out, snapped, and given up.“No, no, no…” I whispered, yanking my towel higher, my hands trembling. A chill traced my spine, sweat breaking c

Diana's POV I tore down the hallway like a hunted animal, my shoes slapping the linoleum floor, heart hammering against my ribs like it was trying to escape. Students were gossiping, but I didn’t hear a word. My lungs screamed for air, and still I kept running.I didn’t care that the final bell hadn’t rung.I didn't care that the strap of my bag was digging into my shoulder.I didn’t care that I couldn’t breathe.I just needed to get out.Out of the classroom after getting my school bag and textbook.I ran down the hallway, into the schoolyard.I didn’t know where I was going… I just wanted to be anywhere else. Far enough that I couldn’t smell the metallic stench of blood still clinging to my skin. Far enough that I wouldn’t see fangs glinting behind innocent smiles.But the faster I ran, the heavier it got.The guilt.The fear.Celina’s voice in my head, my wolf howling with laughter like it was all some sick joke. Her cackles echoed through my mind, wild and unhinged.“Diana wait!”

Diana’s POVThe warm, sugary scent of fried plantains drifted from Eva’s kitchen, curling through the air like a familiar lullaby. It wrapped around me, soft and nostalgic, tugging memories from places I didn’t know I’d hidden them. I sat quietly at the small round table, the sunlight pouring through delicate lace curtains, scattering golden webs across the scuffed marble floor.Eva’s mum chuckled softly as she handed me a steaming mug of ginger tea, fragrant heat rising in little ghostly spirals. “You’ve done well, Diana,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “You learned to control your wolf in just three days. Most take three months and still can’t manage it.”I took the mug with both hands, the heat biting pleasantly at my palms. “Thank you… for everything. For not giving up on me. For not treating me like… like a monster.”She laughed, a rich, maternal sound that felt like a soft blanket on a cold night. “You did call us monsters, didn’t you?” she teased.I winced. “I was scared.