All Chapters of Beneath The Moons Bite: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Meghan’s POVI tried to pretend my phone didn’t exist.It was harder than it should’ve been.Because it didn’t stop vibrating.Not immediately.Not dramatically.Just… persistently.Like whatever was on the other end had decided I didn’t get to ignore it.I flipped it face down on the counter for the third time in ten minutes.“Okay,” Anya announced, clapping her hands together like she was hosting a survival show. “Finals are over, which means we are celebrating like emotionally stable adults who definitely didn’t nearly collapse in the library last week.”Shane didn’t look up from the stove.“That’s not what you were doing.”“I was thriving,” she corrected.Kylah leaned against the counter, grinning. “You cried during a practice exam.”“That was character development.”Ollie snorted from where he was leaning against the kitchen island, arms crossed, mug in hand.He didn’t say much.He didn’t need to.Two months had taught me that.Ollie didn’t fill the silence unless he had somethin

Meghan's POVThe door clicked shut.And somehow that sound was worse than hearing them speak.Because they were gone.Actually gone.Which meant there was nothing left to focus on except the chaos they'd left behind.The room tilted.Not physically.At least I didn't think so.But suddenly everything felt wrong.Too loud, too bright, too much.I could feel Ollie's eyes on me.The concern.The confusion.The worry.But it felt distant.Like there was a thick pane of glass between me and the rest of the apartment.My breathing was getting faster.I knew it was.I just couldn't seem to stop it.Your brother misses you.The words replayed.Again.And again.And again.A broken record lodged inside my skull.My hands trembled.Not from fear.Not entirely.Something else was happening.Something deeper.Something I couldn't seem to stop.The pressure beneath my skin intensified.I'd felt it before.Small moments.A flicker of canines.Claws slipping free when I got angry.Eyes changing for

Ollie's POVThe first thing I realized was that she wasn't coming back.Not tonight.Maybe not tomorrow either.The realization settled somewhere between watching Meghan disappear behind her wolf and watching that same wolf pace a path into the hardwood floors of the apartment.I should've stopped it.The thought repeated itself endlessly.A vicious cycle I couldn't seem to break.I should've seen the signs sooner.I should've gotten her out of there before her parents pushed too far.I should've stepped in sooner when her breathing started changing.I should've done something.Anything.But deep down, beneath the guilt and frustration, I knew the truth.There had been no stopping that.Not once she'd reached that point.Not once years of trauma had come crashing down all at once.The shift wasn't the problem.The shift had been the result.And that somehow made it worse.Across the apartment, Meghan's wolf completed another slow lap around the living room.The black fur covering her

Ollie’s POVThe spot beside me was empty.For three days, that had been impossible.Not metaphorically.Not emotionally.Physically impossible.She hadn’t left that bed unless I was the one convincing her wolf to move. Water. Food. Short walks through the apartment. Even sleep happened there, curled into herself like the mattress was the only thing holding her in place.So when I opened my eyes and found nothing—no weight in the blankets.no dark fur.no steady breathing—my brain didn’t accept it at first.It just… stalled.I sat up so fast the chair scraped back hard enough to echo.“Meghan?”Silence.Immediate, wrong silence.I stood.Heart already climbing.“Meghan.”Nothing.The apartment felt different instantly.Too open.Too exposed.Like something vital had been removed from it and the space hadn’t adjusted yet.I checked the bedroom first.Empty.Bathroom – empty.Kitchen – empty.Living room – empty.My pulse started to spike.“No, no, no,” I muttered under my breath.This

Meghan's POVWhen the crying finally slowed, it didn’t stop all at once.It faded.Like a storm losing strength instead of ending.My breathing was still uneven, my hands still gripping Ollie’s shirt like it was the only solid thing in the room, but the sharp edge of it—the panic, the overwhelm—had dulled into something quieter.Tired.Empty.Real.Ollie didn’t move away when it softened.He just stayed.One hand at my back, the other steadying my shoulder like he was making sure I didn’t slip out of myself again.Minutes passed like that.Not rushed.Not awkward.Just… held.Eventually, I pulled back slightly.Not fully.Just enough to see him.His eyes were on me immediately.Like they always were.Like I was the only thing in the room worth tracking.My chest tightened in a way that had nothing to do with pain anymore.It was different now.Sharper.Clearer.Because I could feel it.Not just emotionally.Instinctively.The bond didn’t feel like something new.It felt like something