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She took a vase from the nearby stand and threw it at the cat who slid aside immediately. “Matt’s dead yet alive. He’s the host body of the foulest, the Ghost of Michigan, who’s the master of charade… a danger, you shouldn’t ever awaken even as a joke.” The cat shifted awkwardly. “It’s no longer a show if they use real black magic to awaken the real behemoth for their leisure time. They all thought the spell I gave them when I was a witch didn’t work and shot their scenes unaware, it worked so well that they got trapped into an illusionary world the monster created until this Halloween.”

Moonlight was shining above, lighting the man’s features that looked more beautiful in the dark with his sharp features; he looked devilishly handsome. As Asteria retracted her gaze from the man’s face, the sound of howling wolves suddenly caused her skin to crawl. Her heart sank as she thought of the possibility something incredibly dangerous living in this area that no other wild animals dared to enter was waking up. Did it come for her already? Asteria bit her lip, and she looked at the man. Should she run away now? The howling wolves seemed to be in a hurry as they sounded louder, showing that they were getting near.

___________________ Emara Dell POV Moon Rite Amphitheater The Moon Rite amphitheater always made me feel like a speck of dust. I was surrounded by stone carved deep into the mountain, torches lining every ledge, and wolves were shoulder to shoulder in tense silence. Tonight the air felt heavier than usual. Charged, and almost expectant. The moon hung low and red, glowing like a wound. An omen, the elders said. A blessing. A warning. All three, if you asked me. Rowan bumped his elbow into mine as we walked toward the healer’s circle. “You’re shaking,” he whispered.

I pick up my violin case, my heart pounding with a cold, ruthless excitement. We ride through Blood Moon City in silence, the heavy leather interior of the pack chariot smelling strongly of Magnus's dominant scent mixed with my own. When the vehicle pulls up to the steps of the Moonsong Grand Hall, the area is packed with Silverclaw Pack Guardians and high-ranking pack leaders from across the region. As we step out onto the stone steps, camera flashes go off, and quiet murmurs ripple through the crowd of wolves. "Is that Stevens Nielsen?" a voice whispers from the edge of the guard line. "The young wolf scholar from the Moonfang Pack?"

someone whispered from the crowd, but their voice was swallowed by the sudden crack of energy vibrating through the ground. Before anyone could react, the full moon above suddenly shone brighter, releasing a heavy beam that shot downward, striking the altar directly. The impact was deafening. The wolves howled, their bodies trembling uncontrollably as the sheer force of the moonlight pressed against their spirits. Even Damon’s wolf, a beast feared and revered, let out a low whimper under the force of the power.

Was she lucky I was knocked out speechless, or else she would be writhing on the ground by this time? Finally, out of the club, I sat in the back seat of my limo. My driver had eyes on the front while my other men filled the seats of the other vehicles. "Willow's Avenue," I grunted We drove further down the road that night. Our goal was to partake in Casino night; the Howl from other wolves came repeatedly. The full moon was close, and its effect on everything was visible, from the hormones to the dark foggy atmosphere. Finally, we stopped before a much bigger club than the first. Its illumination, at its peak, looked like it was toying with the darkness before exterminating it totally unlik

Rain Pov: I’m walking hand in hand with Elle. My Elle. My mate. This is real I think for the first time in a long time. I’m here. The Moon Goddess gave me her and only her to worship. Elle smiles at me as she shows me around her Aunt Hilda’s cabin. There are witches everywhere staring at me. Some of them smile and some of them scowl at us. But, none of them really say anything to us. Elle and I have not made anything official yet and I still need to speak to her about so much that has happened.

The smell of curry filled the air near the foot stands as we walked by, picking the things we loved. The Howling-fang wasn't a rich pack, but it was a norm for other packs to support the hosting pack during the Moonshine Festival. And the fact they were still going to serve such a banquet for the next five days, I was blown away. Soon, we got to the place where entertainment was going on. I was a good dancer, but there were female werewolves who danced like goddesses. I could compete with them.

Above the skyline, the moon hung low, too close, its pale surface split by a row of shadow teeth. Every wolf in New York howled at once. Some were born wolves. Some were werewolves from old packs, city clans, hidden bloodlines, council remnants, and suburban men who had spent their lives thinking their anger was just bad sleep. Some were not wolves at all, but dogs in apartments, coyotes in parks, and one extremely offended Pomeranian in a penthouse on Fifth Avenue. All of them answered the thing above the moon. Jack felt the howl enter his blood and turn a key.

Jolie POV 2:47 AM — Full Moon The water breaks with light. Not a slow seep—an explosion of light that floods the room and blazes through the cabin windows and wakes the compound faster than any alarm could. I hear it before I fully process what's happening: the sound of wolves rousing, voices, boots on the path outside. The full moon overhead and the moonfire inside me responding to each other in a way they haven't yet, frequency matching frequency, and somewhere in my chest my daughter announces herself.