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Chapter 85 - A Bitter-Sweet Doting
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The crackle of the fire burns low in the grand hearth, casting an ominous glow across the room. Shadows twist and flit along the stone walls of the Pack House, the ancestral seat of the Smith Dynasty, but even the warmth of the flames can’t thaw the icy dread that weighs heavily on Wilson's mind.Alpha Wilson Smith stands at the far end of the room, his gaze locked on the window where the storm outside rages in perfect harmony with the tempest inside his soul. His hands are clasped behind his back, fingers flexing unconsciously as he contemplates the grim news he received earlier from Dr. Percy. An adversary looms—an entity so dark, so powerful, that even his instinctual ferocity as Alpha of the Redbone Pack feels insufficient.His usual calm, predatory demeanor is frayed at the edges, and there’s only one person in this world who can offer him counsel in times like this.Behind him, the heavy wooden doors creak open, and the unmistakable presence of his mother, Lady Chacaritas Smith,
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 87 - An Assayed Insurrection
The waxing crescent moon hangs heavy in the night sky, its silvery light cascading a shy light over Clovis City like a spectral shroud. Beneath its pale glow, the city is a hive of shadowed intrigue and simmering tension. The night sky hangs in stillness, draped in a velvet blackness that swallows the horizon whole. The new moon hides in plain sight, its presence felt more in absence, an ineffable darkness casting an ethereal hush over the world. It’s a night for shadows to skulk across the city, for the stars to form a mellifluous choir, quietly harmonizing above the strewn whispers of leaves below. The air smells of fresh smell of rain that recently subsided, that damp scent of rain-soaked earth rising like an ephemeral breath from the ground, a fleeting reminder of nature's recent kiss.For some, it feels as though the universe is bamboozling them, hiding its celestial panoply behind an opaque curtain. Yet, for others, there’s a serendipity in this dark sky, a chance to dial in to
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 88 - A Tactical Move
Bucky returns to his own pack, his mind a tempest of conflicting emotions. The weight of his decision presses heavily upon him, but he knows he must act with cunning and discretion. The insurrection is set in motion, but it is a dangerous game, one that could unravel in ways they cannot yet foresee.Late into the night, Bucky contacts Wilson in a secretive, encrypted message. The communication is brief but laden with urgency. “Meet me at the old watchtower. We need to talk.”Wilson receives the message with a growing sense of foreboding. He has been aware of the murmurings of dissent, but this direct summons from Bucky—who is both an ally from the past and a potential enemy—raises his alarm.As dawn breaks, Wilson makes his way to the old watchtower, a relic from a bygone era, its once-strong structure now weathered and scarred. The morning air is thick with the scent obsoletism, a reminder of the earth’s resilience amidst turmoil.*******The Old Watchtower of Clovis City once loomed
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 89 - Wilson's Resolve
In the heart of Clovis City, the tension is palpable, a storm of unease brewing beneath the surface of what was once a bastion of strength and unity. The ominous clouds that hang over the city mirror the dark omens Wilson Smith, Alpha of the Redbone Pack, grapples with. A formidable adversary looms on the horizon, a shadow that threatens to engulf not just his pack, but the entire city. Yet, amidst this existential threat, a more insidious danger festers within the very walls that should protect him.As Wilson stands at his balcony overlooking the sprawling cityscape, his mind is weighed down by the gravity of the threat he faces. The night is silent save for the distant roar of the storm that batters the city, a fitting backdrop to his brooding. His sharp eyes scan the shadows, reflecting the bloodlust and urgency that drive him. He knows that to falter now would mean more than just defeat—it would mean the annihilation of everything he has fought for, everything his family has built
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 90 - Reparations
In the dimly lit red chamber of the Council of Alphas, the air is thick with tension as Wilson takes his seat at the head of the stone table. His piercing gaze sweeps across the room, falling on each council member in turn. Many avert their eyes, unwilling to meet the gaze of the man they once swore fealty to. The three traitors sit in their designated places, feigning innocence, but their deceit is palpable. Their allies among the council members shift uncomfortably, their guilt radiating from them in waves.The council meeting begins as it always does, with reports of pack affairs and city matters. But the undercurrent of unease is unmistakable. Wilson allows the conversation to flow, his sharp mind already several moves ahead. He knows what is coming, and he is prepared.When the moment arrives, it is Lucius who speaks first, his voice dripping with false concern. "Alpha Wilson," he begins, his tone measured and controlled. "There have been... concerns among some of us about the di
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 91 - Trailing Shadows
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The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 92 - A Masked Phantom
The air thickens, becoming nearly unbreathable, as if the oxygen has been sucked out of the atmosphere. She can feel it now—its gaze on her, searing her flesh from a distance. There’s a low hum vibrating through her bones, an energy so familiar, so insidious, she can taste it in the back of her throat.Without warning, the entity emerges from the shadows, and Selena’s breath catches in her throat. It stands before her, its form wavering as though reality struggles to contain it. It’s both corporeal and ethereal, a mass of darkness that writhes and pulses with malevolent intent. Its eyes, if they can even be called that, glisten like oil in the moonlight, locking onto Selena with an ineffable hunger. It doesn’t speak—at least not with words. Its presence alone is enough to bamboozle her senses, to flood her mind with images too horrific to comprehend.The entity moves toward her, slow, deliberate, as if savoring each step closer to its prey. Selena wants to scream, but her voice falter
The Darkside of the Moon Chapter 93 - A Chance Meeting
In the depths of the shadows, she trembles at the beast she believes stalks her every step. Yet, when the moment of revelation comes, it is no beast at all. What stands before her is something far stranger, far more human. The days spent fearing the monster behind every door, the dark shape haunting her dreams during the night, now seem foolish as the door finally opens, revealing not claws or fangs, but a mirror.What she once dreaded as a creature of nightmares—hulking, grotesque—was merely a mask, a facade that hid something far more insidious. Beneath that mask lies a truth that defies her every assumption, something altogether unfamiliar yet infinitely more dangerous. The true terror does not come from the monstrous form she expected, but from the simplicity of its real face. How easily her mind spun nightmares from shadows, fabricating horrors that were never truly there.She had prepared herself for the beast of her nightmares, but what came instead bore no resemblance to the t
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