All Chapters of Moon Madness: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I sit there in silence, staring out the window while anger and humiliation churn together inside my chest.The city blurs past outside the taxi window, streets and neon signs smearing together while my thoughts spiral in circles. No matter how hard I try not to, flashes from the night keep replaying in my head—his hands on my waist, his mouth against mine, the way my body reacted to him so completely it still makes heat crawl under my skin.I grit my teeth hard enough that my jaw aches.By the time we reach town, my nerves are shredded.I pull out my phone and call Mike.Fifteen minutes later, his black SUV pulls up beside the curb. I climb in without saying a word, shutting the door harder than necessary.Mike takes one look at me and goes still."What?" I snap immediately."Oh, goddess," he says flatly. "You've had sex.""Shut up. No, I haven't."He snorts as he pulls back into traffic. "Don't lie to me. I can smell an alpha all over you."My shoulders sag despite myself."Take me to

Cat notices the looks.Not the obvious ones—the quick glances or awkward stares—but the quieter kind. The way people keep looking up from their notebooks, then quickly back down again when she notices.Curious.Not hostile.She doesn't react.The classroom smells faintly like dry-erase markers and burnt coffee while sunlight spills across the rows of desks from the tall windows overlooking the parking lot. Around her, pens scratch against paper and somebody in the back keeps tapping their shoe against a chair leg.Cat keeps writing calmly, pen moving steadily across the page, posture loose and relaxed.If people want a show, they picked the wrong person.Whatever Sandra has been saying, whatever version of the story is floating around school now, it isn't really Cat's problem. Humans stare when something feels different. Wolves do too.That's all this is.She exhales quietly and focuses back on the lecture.Let them watch.She has better things to care about.⸻After class, Lizzie and

Tara is pacing.Actually—no. Pacing implies control. This is full-on stress spiraling."He texted me again," she blurts, phone clenched so tightly her knuckles have gone pale. "Hunter. He keeps asking questions."Morning traffic crowds the hallway around us. Lockers slam open and shut. Somebody drops a stack of books nearby and swears under their breath while people squeeze past without stopping. The air smells like wet jackets, cafeteria coffee, cheap perfume, and the faint chemical sting of floor cleaner.I close my locker slowly. "What kind of questions?""You know. Casual questions," she says too fast. "What's your last name again? Which pack are you from? Are your friends from around here or—"She makes a vague circling motion with her hand, then groans. "I don't want him to think I'm hiding something. I want to see him again. He's hot, hot, hot—and fabulous in bed."Lizzie winces. "Tara.""What?" Tara snaps. "I'm being honest."My chest tightens.June lifts her head inside me.Ca

The car is quiet.Not the uncomfortable kind. The familiar kind. The kind where the engine hums steadily beneath us and the road stretches dark and calm ahead, headlights cutting through the Montana pines lining the highway.My dad keeps his eyes on the road.I know this silence.It's the kind he uses when he's choosing his words carefully."Cat," he says eventually.I tense without meaning to."Yeah?"He hesitates for a second."This is... difficult for me to ask my baby girl," he says softly. "But your scent has changed."My heart drops straight into my stomach.I stare out the passenger window, suddenly fascinated by the blur of trees rushing past under the moonlight."I was hoping," I admit quietly, "that you wouldn't notice."He exhales through his nose, not unkindly. "I notice everything about you. You know that."Heat crawls up my spine, warm and embarrassing. Of course he noticed. Wolves notice things like that.Parents probably notice even more."Do you have a boyfriend?" he a

The backyard grass is cold and damp under my bare feet.The night air bites just enough to feel good in my lungs. Somewhere beyond the tree line, crickets hum softly in the dark, and the porch light spills pale gold across the yard behind us.Mike rolls his shoulders out with a grimace while Matt stretches his neck slowly, muscles shifting beneath his gray t-shirt."You sure about this?" Matt asks, eyeing me carefully."I'm always sure."June hums under my skin, restless and eager.Let's break something.Mike snorts. "See? That right there? That's what concerns me."We start circling each other slowly through the grass, testing distance and balance. The damp ground shifts beneath my feet.Then I move.No warning.I launch straight at Mike.He barely blocks in time, my forearm slamming into his guard hard enough to force a grunt out of him."Okay!" he barks. "No warm-up. Got it."Matt comes in from my left.I pivot fast, duck under his arm, spin, and sweep his leg out from under him. He