All Chapters of Beasts Of The Moon Rise Of The Outcasts : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Emerald. Minutes later… I pace Dad’s office anxiously, wringing my fingers as I try to keep calm. A knock sounds somewhere in the distance, and I startle, whipping my head toward it. “You have to stay calm, Emerald.” Mum’s voice comes from beside me. “I am calm, Mum,” I say quickly, turning to her. She’s calm. So calm. Sitting there, watching me unravel. “I am calm. It’s just… I wonder what’s taking Uncle Luke and Scar so long to get here…” “Luke says he tracked him to Blue Lake Town,” Mum cuts in smoothly. “And that isn’t a blink of an eye trip.” I nod hastily. “What are you going to do to him?” She asks. I frown. “He lied about his identity to the entire pack. I told you he was snooping around many times.” My posture goes rigid at her words. I know this changes everything, everything he told us. He never really told me where he was from. And yet somehow, he let it slip to Uncle Luke and Luke used that to track him. “How did you… how did you know to find him in Brookl

Emerald. I still can’t believe what I just heard. Scar knew me all along? I shoot to my feet, putting distance between us instantly. My eyes stay locked on him, silent, careful. Suspicious. 'Caution, Emerald.' My wolf growls low inside me as she stirs. In the back of my mind, I see her hackles rise sharply with suspicion, bristling with wariness. I try to push her alarm down. Just for a moment. Just long enough to think. “You’re a cop… and you knew me all along?” I blurt, my voice tight with disbelief. “That means you followed me here? You were watching me?” He stands too, closing the distance between us. “No...God, no. I didn’t even know you were here. I only knew you were werewolf from when I smelled you the first day I saw you.” He takes my hands in his. I glance down at where we’re touching, at the way his fingers wrap around mine, before I pull away. He lets me. Doesn’t fight it. Just watches me. I drop my gaze, trying to steady the storm inside me. The ugly,

Emerald. Later. “Alpha, there was a reason your father, the late Alpha, separated our borders from the vampire borders. And now you announce that you want those borders open, so there can be freedom between both worlds?” Elder Elreich, one of the werewolf elders, expresses irritably. I ignore his tone and fix him with a stern look. “Yes, Elder Elreich. You’re absolutely right. My father ruled that world. I won’t.” I say calmly, voice controlled despite the anger simmering inside me. I just arrived this meeting, after my shift at the hospital. And now these old men choose to question me rather than believe in me. “With all due respect, Alpha,” Mane, the representative the vampires sent over, cuts in quietly. Our gazes turn to him as he sits with the other two vampires who accompanied him. “It would really be an honor if both our worlds can coexist, like it happens in other towns.” He pauses, watching me carefully. “But if this would cause another war between us, like it did w

Scar. Later. Night. Music spins from the party at the Ford premises, just a few steps behind us. It curls through the trees, bleeding into the clearing where we’re stationed for patrol. Asher ordered a few of us to stand guard tonight because of the lumbermen’s party happening at the mansion. The others are scattered across different borders of the pack’s territory. Everyone alert. The cold seeps in. Snow slowly melting beneath our boots and around us. Darkness surrounds us like a heavy blanket, thick and suffocating, while night creatures sing their endless songs. But it’s not the darkness, not the creatures. It’s what happened today. That’s what makes this night sit heavy inside my chest. The memory detonates again. Earlier today, after I rescued Primrose. After I hypnotized that man. After I walked away from Emerald. I needed space. Needed silence. Needed to face my wolf, to question him, to understand what the hell was happening to me, without anyone knowing what I truly wa

Scar. I kiss her like she’s my life source. I kiss her like she’s everything. Because she is. My everything. The memory of Rattle and my mum’s other minions who attacked Asher and me earlier tonight, threatens to surface. But I shove it down. I bury it. I even bury the story I told back there. “We...we were overpowered… I had no idea who they were.” A lie. A lie that still burns my throat, even now as I kiss Emerald. “Emerald…” I mumble against her lips. Her tongue trails along my lower lip, slow, dragging, teasing. I smile at the action. She rocks her hips against the ridge of these pants someone brought up for me earlier. God, it’s like there’s never a shortage of spare clothing in this mansion. My fingers slip beneath her cardigan, rubbing over her bare skin. She arches into me, moaning deeply. “Why did you walk away?” I ask, my breath fanning over her now exposed left breast. Her movements slow. Just a little. “It was all too much…” she mutters quietly. “I felt like I