Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Moon’s Pure wolf : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Queeneth’s POVThe house was quiet when we got back. The rain still whispered against the windows, a low, steady sound that somehow made everything inside feel heavier. I was cold, drenched, and hollowed out.Collins turned to leave but I caught his wrist. “Don’t,” I whispered. My voice cracked, thin and small. “Just… stay.”He hesitated, eyes searching mine as though unsure if I truly meant it. Then he nodded, silent.The moment his arms came around me, I broke. Every tear I’d been holding back since the night before spilled out of me. I cried into his chest, shaking, clutching at him like I’d fall apart if I let go.He didn’t say anything. Just held me. His hand moved gently through my hair, his breath slow against my neck. It wasn’t about pity — it felt like understanding. Like he’d seen every piece of my mess and still chose to stay.“I don’t know who I am anymore,” I murmured. “I keep losing everything.”“You haven’t lost everything,” he said quietly. “I’m still here.”Something i

Queeneth’s POVThe first morning of resumption came too quickly. My body was already restless when I woke up before the sun rose. Soft light filtered through the curtains, and the air was cool. Beside me, my phone buzzed—it was Collins' message.Good morning my Luna. I am so excited to see you at school.I looked at it for a long time before I answered. Just a little smiley face. I was at a loss for words. Things I couldn't explain made my chest feel heavy.Breakfast was quiet. Rueben's father kept talking about how proud he was that Reuben and I were both in our final year. Reuben hardly gave me a glance. It was swift, piercing, and full of things neither of us wanted to say aloud when our eyes locked. Aisha stayed silent too, her face hard.The only sound between us was the clatter of cutlery.The silence was broken by Reuben's voice as I got up to go. "You no longer even say good morning?"I paused, hand on my bag. “You didn’t seem like you wanted one.”He clenched his jaw, but rem

Queeneth’s POV The morning started with an uncomfortable silence. It was too heavy, too still. The kind that looked like someone or something was waiting and watching. For some time, I had been tracing the shadows beneath my eyes while gazing at my reflection, wondering when I began to resemble someone I hardly recognized. The fear, the confusion, and the pain I had been trying to hide since that night with Reuben were all loud inside of me. The entire "court case" is now looming over me. As the law student I claimed to be, I was expected to stand tall and confident as I represented Collins. But I secretly felt like a phony. Someone who applied makeup with strength, only to have it removed as soon as no one was watching. I wanted to help him. I kept telling myself that. Help Collins, help the man who stuck by me when the world turned it back. However, my hands froze whenever I thought about standing in front of that crowd. My heart thumped. What if you fail him too, my mind murmure

QUEENETH’S POV The moment Success said those words, my whole body went cold. Reuben was attacked. Collins's jaw was fixed, and his hand clenched around his phone. After that, I could hardly hear Success. There was something about hunters, blood on the ground, and him going into the woods to shift. My mind whirled. Collins muttered, "I have to go," and left before I could ask him anything. “Wait—" I tried to stop him, but he had already left, moving like smoke through the hallway. It didn’t sit right. He’d left too fast, too conveniently, like he was running away from something that wasn’t the woods. My chest constricted. Success's voice cracked and her words faded into static as the call came to an end. A hand grabbed my wrist as I turned to go look for Reuben on my own. Firm. Cold. Dante. His eyes burned like embers in a dying fire, soft yet wild. “Don’t go,” he said quietly. The tone in his voice made me freeze, but only for a second. Then anger kicked in.

QUEENETH’S POVEverything hurt. My skin, my head, even my breath.The floor felt cold under me, sticky with what I didn’t want to name. My body ached from where they’d dragged me, but nothing compared to the burn in my veins.Success stood there, eyes shining with something between pride and madness.“This is what you get,” she said, her voice cracking through the silence. “Collins and Reuben should have been mine. Both of them. But you came and ruined everything.”Her words cut me as deeply sharper than her fingernails. She clutched a tiny syringe, its contents glistening in the dim light. My body resisted my attempt to crawl away. She poked the needle into my arm before I could even raise my head. I let out a gasp. Fire-like pain crept through me as if it was looking for something. “After this, do you think they'll still love you?" She whispered near my ear. “Nobody will. Not even your wolf.”The room's edges darkened as my vision became hazy. She laughed, and I heard it. Far awa