Howl At The Moon Chicago Reviews Novels & Stories

The opposition pack became more noisy around the world when on the night of a full moon, they attacked the city of Chicago killing over 300 people with numerous properties destroyed. Since then a strange kind of fear had befallen the Alpha of Blue moon pack heart which was Fred, but he refused to voice it out as the Alpha of the pack. He resorted to praying and hoping that his pack would be spared.

They came from everywhere and nowhere all at once, filling the room. Above us, the dark clouds began to shift and take shape into a massive, ethereal white wolf, howling in unison with the sound that filled the hall. Her eyes glowed as she looked down upon us, silent witnesses to this moment. The Moon Goddess. I gasped. The congregation gasped, the awe in the air so thick it was almost suffocating. I could feel their stares, but none of it mattered. Not the whispers, not the High Chief standing frozen at the pulpit.

But this time, it wasn't just shadows. ​High above, a massive, brilliant full moon hung in a pitch-black sky. And then, the sound started. A long, mournful cry pierced the air—a howl that felt like it was vibrating in my own chest. I turned, and through the trees, I saw them. Massive, powerful wolves with coats of pure, snowy white. They stood in the clearing, their heads tilted back as they sang to the moon. ​I bolted upright in bed, gasping for air, my skin tingling.

Growing up as a kid before the pack war, I've heard stories about a wolf that had the strongest howl, so powerful that it could move mountains. “You okay?” Ethan asked, eyes glaring into mine. “Just lost in thought.” I said. Only the moon goddess had the answers to all. LOGAN I stared up at the moon, I had heard the loud howl. It was strong enough to had broken a sculpture in the council meeting room.

, That was all I heard till everything went blank. What do y'all think about this episode?, Share your thoughts in the comment section and don't forget to vote!!, Love from Joycepen!!!

Marco pulled his phone from his pocket. “Can today get any better?' Cullen mumbled. After loading Jackson in the rear of the black Chevy Suburban, the team drove the short distance to the farm. Cullen assigned three guards to the Suburban before joining Aaron in the house for a proper debriefing. Once he was made aware of the she-wolves and Cedar’s condition, they cleansed the home and rode back to the den.

She replied and I laughed lowly. “You are good today; I know they are beautiful.” I said to her as he looked around the streetlights. “The best view is at night; we will come back at night.” I said to her and she nodded her head in agreement. As we drove down the vibrant streets, Zyra's nose twitched, taking in the multitude of enticing scents drifting from shops and street vendors. I chuckled, realizing that Zyra's instincts were equally intrigued by the city's offerings. “Your wolf instincts?” I asked her and she scoffed

Eddie asked me, snapping me back to the situation at hand. "Yea man, I'm good. Lunar's just getting a kick out of Nova kicking Jocelyn and her wolf's asses, replaying it and adding his own commentary." I replied chuckling at Lunar's antics. "So is Sledge. He is utterly amused. These wolves are fucking sadists dude." He chuckled as he shook his head.

That night, the wind carried whispers. I sat by the window, the moonlight pouring over me. It was full, bright, and mocking. I could hear the pack moving through the corridors—footsteps, soft conversations, doors opening and closing. Everyone was talking about me. I could feel it. They are afraid of you, my wolf purred. “Good,” I whispered. A shadow flickered across the wall. Elara. I didn’t jump. I didn’t move. I let her step into the moonlight.

Tonight, its grey walls are bathed in the soft shimmer of bistro lights strung across the grounds. But the brightest light of all is the one above us—the full moon, hanging clear and silver in the sky. A formal event beneath a full moon… with a werewolf. It feels almost too much like a fairytale. And yet, I can’t ignore what the stories say about werewolves on nights like this.