All Chapters of The Moon’s Pure wolf : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

QUEENETH’S POVThat morning, the sky looked worn out. The air was heavy with that odd silence that precedes rain, and gray, swollen clouds hung low over the field where Collins's father was to be buried. Every sound, including the shovel scraping the ground and the priest's voice cracking, echoed too loudly in my ears as I watched the men lower the coffin into the ground while I was surrounded by strangers. Collins, in black, stood a few paces away. He didn't look like the boy I had met at the academy at all. It appeared as though someone had reached in and removed the light from his eyes, leaving them hollow. He moved cautiously and slowly, as though he was afraid the ground would swallow him too.I wanted to go to him. I wanted to say something, anything that would let him know he wasn't alone. Hilda, however, was already by his side, whispering something I couldn't hear while holding an umbrella over his head. He allowed her to wipe a tear from his cheek for a moment. I clenched

QUEENETH’S POVBefore I could get out of the cafeteria, he caught me. His fingers wrapped around my wrist, firmly enough to stop me without being gentle or cruel. He said, "Come with me." Outside, the hallway was cold and silent. So that no one could see us, he dragged me to the corner behind the stairs. I thought maybe he wanted to listen. Maybe he had seen the truth in my eyes. However, his face was blazing with rage as he turned. "Queeneth," he said sharply, "I've warned you before. Don't start again.”My heart faltered. "start what?" “Bullying Hilda,” he snapped. "She doesn't deserve that; she's new here." The words hit like slaps. “I didn't bully her. She spilled that drink on herself, Collins. I swear I didn't—“His voice rose and echoed off the walls as he interrupted me. “Why is she crying then, Queeneth? Tell me that! If you did nothing, why is she crying?”It was strange to see the anger in his eyes. It wasn't the same boy who used to stand up for me and dry my tears w

QUEENETH’S POVCollins didn’t even let me speak at all. He was holding Hilda as if she were made of glass one minute, and then he was glaring at me the next. Then, without turning around once, he left. I just stood there. Like some idiot abandoned when the world ceased to revolve. The laughters and whisper that followed were painful than any slap. My face was hot with embarrassment, and my hands were still trembling. What was the point of screaming and telling everyone what I saw on that phone? No one ever believed me. Not when Success lied. Not when Reuben cheated. Collins, too, now.I bit my lip until it hurt. My throat burned as the tears still came. I forced them down with a hard blink. I swore not to cry. Not for a person who didn't even have faith in me. A hand then touched my shoulder. Warm. steady. "Are you alright?" Dante spoke in a low, cautious tone, as if he was worried that if he spoke too loudly, I would break. I glanced at him and then turned my

QUEENETH’S POV I woke up the next morning knowing exactly what I had to do.Stay away from everybody.All of them.No more Dante hovering around me like he could read my pulse.No more accidental eye contact with Collins and Hilda glued together like some perfect little couple.No more Reuben silently shadowing me like he could sense I was falling apart from the inside out.I needed air. I needed space. I needed answers.So at school, I kept my head down and walked like I was late to a place I didn’t want to reach.At lunch, Dante looked at me expectantly from across the cafeteria, but I walked straight past him.Collins glanced my way once, but Hilda touched his arm and he turned back, smiling at something she said.That smile stabbed me in the chest a bit. Okay—more than a bit.Reuben tried calling my name behind me, but I pretended I didn’t hear.I wasn’t ready to talk to anyone.Not until I understood why my life suddenly felt like a maze with traps hidden in every corner.⸻Law

QUEENETH’S POVThe morning felt heavy the moment I opened my eyes.Not the normal kind of tension before a test.This one sat in my chest like a stone, forcing my breath to come in short, shaky pulls.Today was the school court.Today everything could shift.I checked my bag three times, making sure the documents were still there. The old parchment smelled like dust and secrets, but it held the truth I needed. The truth Collins needed, even if he didn’t trust me right now.I walked toward the courtroom, rehearsing my points in my head, trying to keep my heartbeat steady. But then someone stepped into my path.Collins.He didn’t look angry.Just… wounded.Confused.Like he’d spent the whole night asking himself questions no one answered.“We need to talk,” he said.“Not now,” I replied, trying to slip past him. “The session is starting soon.”He caught my arm.Not rough enough to hurt, but tight enough to stop me.“Is it true you’re planning something against me?”I stared at him.My s