Howl At The Moon Chicago Reviews นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The forest was alive with silver. Moonlight dripped through the bare branches like liquid frost, pooling on the ground in pale, shimmering sheets. The Winter Moon—the brightest, coldest full moon of the year—hung heavy above the Winterwood, casting everything in a ghostlike glow. Lyra Whitlock paused at the treeline, breath fogging in the crisp air. Her heartbeat thudded unevenly beneath her cloak. This was her last moment alone before the festival. Before the ceremony. Before the pact that would bind her life to a man she’d never met.

That would definitely have been a safer option with the creatures of the woods being so close. She took the last step onto the back deck and pulled the gate closed, laughing inwardly at the foolishness of her actions. Of course, a wolf could easily jump this gate, the deck rail either for that matter, it was only waist high, after all, more for decoration than safety. The black wolf sat in the moonlight staring at her, but she couldn’t bring herself to go back inside. This was crazy! Why did she feel the need to stand here and watch the animal? More than that, she wanted to go and cuddle with it! It felt as though she were under some sort of spell, oddly like the girls in Gran’s old stories

POV: Rafe Smoke still lingered in the sky over the warehouse district. The night smelled of ash, iron, and fear. From the balcony of the Volkov compound, Rafe watched the fire flicker in the distance, shadows leaping like restless wolves. His jaw was tight. His hands clenched the railing as if gripping the steel could hold the city together. The council had gathered behind him wolves from his inner circle, all of them burning with the same word in their minds: retaliation.

I said, laughing disdainfully, “I will take revenge on you, tear you to pieces!” Rowan grinned, saying mockingly, “I look forward to your return, your majesty!” As soon as his words fell off his mouth, his arm swiftly and accurately pierced my chest, precisely digging out my heart. Blooms of blood appeared on the bed sheet, like some kind of cruel artwork. “Moon Goddess, please give me a chance to be reborn!” I silently pleaded, just before my heart was harvested. At this moment, the dazzling full moon suddenly emitted a blinding white light.

I growl, bringing out the moonstone. Lester's eyes gleam, his body buzzing with more questions and I reveal all that Rain had told me. Not leaving anything out because right now the littlest of details matter. "So, he's that wolf in captivity?" I nod just as our flight lands in Chicago. Briskly, Lester and I commit to the rest of the journey until we reach the mountain where the witches hide. The moment we emerge inside, Aphrodite's voice blares. "You've come again," The voice is piercing. I hold my ears.

Only the mark remained, glowing red in the firelight. Flames and screams twisted into something new, yet terrifyingly familiar. The heat faded, replaced by a sudden chill. Smoke lifted, revealing a night sky painted crimson—blood-red and burning with its own light. My heart skipped. The scene grew clearer. The pack house had transformed into the grounds of the mating ceremony. Wolves of Night Crescent gathered in tense ranks, fangs bared—not in celebration, but in fear. At the center, Alec and Amanda stood beneath the rising blood moon, their forms illuminated in a sinister glow.

In the distance, I could hear a howl—a rogue wolf on the edge of the city, paying tribute to the moon. I looked up at the moon. An Omega had been wronged. And the Goddess had given her the strength to claim her justice.

(Florian's POV) The Moonlight Lounge nestled within the heart of Silvercrest Valley's dense forest was the picture of exclusivity. Despite only being open for six months, it had quickly become the gathering spot for the territory's elite wolves. I sat by the edge of the pond, watching colorful koi fish dart between lily pads. The gentle babble of water did nothing to soothe my growing irritation. Three days of silence from Natalie was wearing on my patience. "Any response yet?" Zack approached, sliding into the chair beside me.

The soldiers also moved in fear, each pointing guns directly at the wolves. "Something is wrong." Matt walked closer to the garden. "Why are they howling?" "The full moon hasn't come yet." Chicago looked up at the sky to confirm. "And they haven't transformed either." "They aren't supposed to transform," Matt said in a very offensive tone. "I seized that power." "Let's watch and see," Chicago said. "Should I bring your medicine box?" "Yes please, but I won't be using anything now," Matt replied. "I will like to watch them to see what happens."

The night was falling and sarah was growing restless, willow had brought her dinner upstairs for her and the eighteen year old had been acting weird but she had always been like this, willow had hidden one of the wooden spikes under sarah's bed remembering how noona used to do the same for the both of them, she didn't know if it had any significance but willow was ready to do anything to make sarah feel better. her heart had been in her throat as she walked down the long hallway to her room, then it all started. Willow jumped as the loud howling of wolves rang in the area, as if a whole pack had gathered outside her house and had started howling. She stopped a few meters away from the huge w