Todos los capítulos de The Crescent Heir : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 15

The bell's resonant peal rolled through Mooncrest Estate like a living thing—ancient bronze struck by ancient ritual, the sound carried on wolf-sense as much as air. It vibrated in Anna's bones, a call that bypassed human hearing and spoke directly to the beast within.Dinner.Anna was on her feet before the echoes faded, her wolf stirring with anticipation she hadn't felt in months. Not hunger—though that too—but something deeper. The prospect of pack. Real pack, not the cold hierarchy of the Ashworth estate where every meal had been a performance, every word weighed and measured.Her phone chimed. A message from JB lit the screen:'How are ya Anna, sorry I wasn't around, duty calls, hehe. Hope to see you at dinner, don't miss it for the world xoxo'The casual warmth of it made her smile. She could practically hear his voice—that easy, unguarded tone that seemed impossible for an Alpha of his standing.Anna threw open the wardrobe and froze. The collection before her could have outfi

Awooooooo!!A lone howl cut through Silverwood Forest, sharp and commanding. The woods lay suffocated beneath a thick blanket of snow, the temperature cold enough to freeze marrow in bone. But the forest wasn't empty—and the howl belonged to a predator. A hungry predator.Silence persisted after the cry. A long, ominous, dead silence that made the very trees hold their breath.Then chaos erupted.An explosion of movement—a death race between predator and prey. A reindeer burst past the snow-laden pines, hooves thundering against frozen earth as it fled from a relentless pursuer. Mist escaped from its nostrils, its ragged breathing the only sound piercing the stillness.Then a white blur overtook it.The strike came with devastating precision—a powerful lunge to the throat that brought the reindeer crashing down in one fell swoop. Fangs sank deep into its neck, and the creature thrashed wildly until life drained from its eyes like water from a broken vessel.The white figure rose, sta

"Whoa."The word left Anna's mouth before she could dress it up into anything more articulate.She stood at the entrance of the estate's garage — or rather, what she had assumed would be a garage but which revealed itself, with each passing second, to be something else entirely. Something that defied the casual use of the word "garage" in the same way that the Pacific Ocean defies the word "puddle."It was a cathedral of automobiles.The space stretched wide and deep under high ceilings fitted with warm pendant lighting, the kind that made every surface glow with a rich, honeyed quality. The floors were polished concrete with embedded heating — she could feel the subtle warmth rising through the soles of her sneakers. The cars were arranged in neat, gleaming rows, each one more extraordinary than the last. Vintage Rolls-Royces in deep forest green and midnight burgundy sat beside newer models, their chrome catching the light like jewellery. Three long, sleek limousines anchored one wa