All Chapters of The Moon’s Pure wolf : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

REUBEN’S POVThe cheers from the courtroom were still ringing in my ears, but they felt far away, like they came from a place I wasn’t part of.Collins won.Everyone was celebrating.Everyone except Queen, who slipped out so quietly that half the class didn’t even notice.Success, though… she practically stormed out.And I followed her.The sky outside was cloudy, heavy. The parking lot was almost empty, only a few cars and the echo of her fast footsteps.“Success,” I called.She paused beside her car but didn’t turn.She waited, her shoulders tight.Almost like she already knew what I came for.When I reached her, she finally looked at me. A mocking smile stretched across her face.“Come to rub it in?” she asked. “Your little princess won.”I ignored the jab. “Why did you do it?”She blinked once. “Do what?”“The hospital,” I said. “Why did you inject her? What did you give her?”There was a heartbeat of silence.Then she let out a slow laugh. It was soft, controlled, and dangerous.

COLLINS’S POVI should have gone to sleep. That was what I told myself when I went back into my room after the court case. But my body refused to settle. Something kept pushing me. Something restless. Something that felt like a warning.When I saw Queen climbing out of her window, I did not even think. My chest tightened in a way I could not explain. She looked like someone walking into a storm with no umbrella. So I followed her, staying far enough that she would not notice. There was a strange pull in my stomach, a quiet voice that kept whispering that something was wrong.The path through the trees felt endless. There was a heaviness in the air, like the night itself held its breath. I saw her reach the clearing and I saw Dante waiting there. My hands curled into fists even before he opened his mouth.I stood behind the trees, just close enough to hear everything.When Queen fell to the ground, my heart dropped. When Dante told her she was supposed to lose her wolf, my whole body t

QUEENETH’S POVCollins drags me through the hallway so fast the floor feels like it’s moving under my feet. I don’t even get a full breath before we hit the back door. He pulls the handle. Nothing. He pulls again. Still nothing.His jaw tightens.“We’re not safe here.”I don’t argue. I’m too busy listening. The house is too silent. Not the normal kind. The kind that waits. The kind that watches.He grabs my hand again and takes the stairs two at a time. I stumble after him, my heart knocking against my ribs. When we enter his room, he shuts the door and shoves the dresser in front of it. The weight of it thuds against the floor.My fingers shake as I bring out my phone. No signal. Not even a bar. It’s like something swallowed every connection.“Queen, listen to me,” Collins says. He holds my shoulders like he needs me to feel every word. “You stay here. No matter what you hear. You don’t open that door for anyone, not even me.”“No,” I whisper. My chest tightens. “I’m not letting you

QUEENETH’S POVBy the time the first light crept through the windows, I already knew. Reuben was gone. Vanished like a shadow melting into the morning. The house felt emptier than it should have, quieter than it had ever been when so many voices filled the rooms. The pack arrived in waves, their concern thick in the air, but it felt hollow. I could hear them. They were shouting over each other. Asking questions that didn’t matter. Questions about what I had seen, what I had done. No one asked about the storm inside me, the trembling that wouldn’t stop, the fear that refused to be named.Collins lay on the floor, messy sheets tangled around him, and when he finally moved, it was slow, careful. His hands shook when he touched my arm, and I saw the lines in his face, the bruises hidden under his skin, the hurt he refused to speak out loud. He didn’t need to apologize to the pack. He didn’t need to announce his worry. He whispered it once to me, low and broken, and that was enough. That q

QUEENETH’S POVThe forest feels different now. Every shadow seems sharper, every rustle louder, like it’s breathing just for me. Reuben is near. I know it without hearing his voice or seeing his face. The signs are small, but they speak louder than any words ever could. A scratch on a tree shaped like our childhood mark. A stone carefully placed where we used to play. My stomach tightens. He’s close enough that Amy stirs, her ears flicking, tail swishing like she’s tasting danger before I even understand it.Amy doesn’t want to run. She wants to hunt. That scares me more than the threats, more than the dark whispers that have haunted my nights. I can feel her tension, sharp and raw against my own fear. My hands ball into fists, trembling, but I don’t move away. I can’t. The thought of leaving my senses blank, leaving the forest unprepared, makes something inside me roar.Collins is beside me, silent at first. Then he starts training me. Not gently. Not like before when he made it feel