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Why the moon roars The advent of love?
BAEKALIS’ POVI really had to start fixing old habits. For example: leaving my window open before bed. Growing up on a farm, I hardly had any problem with leaving my window open at night. The worst that could happen was a chicken somehow got into my room, and that wouldn't even be a problem. It wasn't like anyone wanted to rob a farm anyway. However, I was once again reminded just how far away I was from the home I grew up in when I accidentally left my room window open last night. Thankfully, nothing too outrageous happened, other than the fact that a snake had crawled in and I found it hiding underneath the pile of me and Cyrus’ clothes. I'd gotten a really long lecture from Cyrus, although that was a given since he was the one to kill the snake while I hid in my closet. But that was all in the past, at least I hoped it was. Shower time was sacred for Cyrus and I. It was the time we spent together the most — on my bed being an obvious exception of course — because immediately a
Why the moon roars Fight over love.
STEPHEN'S POV“We need to talk, Cyrus,” I forced out, trying to keep my voice even. I had finally decided to talk to Cyrus about the whole Baekalis thing; I was tired of being a mere background character in my own life. It was tiring, to be everyone's second choice all the time, and I wasn't sure how much more I had to endure being Cyrus’ shadow. Cyrus moved from where he was situated behind the table, coming to stop in front of the desk as he rested on the table, not really sitting on it, but not standing either. I shamelessly traced his every movement, more than aware of how this conversation would end if I wasn't careful. “You want to talk? Okay,” Cyrus scoffed. His tone was nonchalant as he rolled his neck around. It was an action that I knew all too well. It had been directed at me enough times to know what it meant: Watch your words, because I won't hesitate to get my hands bloody today. It terrified me, as it always did anytime Cyrus and I fought, but maybe I had to grow so
Why the moon roars Better than sorry.
STEPHEN'S POV The first thing I was able to recognize was the dull scent of caramel vaguely present in the room. The next thing that hit was the bright light bulbs on a mission to permanently blind even through my eyelids. The last thing to register was the dull ache in my jaw and my nose. I tried to move my mouth just a bit, feeling the stitches on my face move a bit with the action. Finally, I let my eyes flutter open, immediately regretting the action as the light met with my eyeballs head on, this time without the saving grace of my eyelids. I squinted, anything to shield my sight from the torture as I tried to find a comfortable position from where I was seemingly laid down. My back hurt. Really badly. Eventually, I somehow found a way to sit up, the action making every single bruise and cut in my body alert and hyper aware. My eyes lingered on my left hand, my gaze trailing up to see the blood bag the drip thing was connected to. I looked up to see a mirror situated on the d
Why the moon roars No mask.
CLYDE'S POV With a sigh — God, I've been sighing a lot lately — I stopped in front of Baekalis’ room. From what I knew, and from firsthand experience from the one time I went looking for him, Cyrus hadn't slept in his room for a while, and instead kept Miss Baekalis company in her room instead. They usually spent their nights together, and apparently, Cyrus even spent his rut with her. It made me wonder if he was going to get remarried or if this was a fling. Huh… One problem at a time I suppose. I took in one last deep breath just for good measure, exhaling exasperatedly as I gripped the door knob and twisted, pushing the door open so I could enter. It was better late than sorry, I guess. I opened the door to the sight of Cyrus with his shirt half raised, and his mask zipped down, one of his hands holding said mask in a tight grip and pressing into a swollen area on his face, while the other was resting on the side of his torso where another bruise was quickly forming. Ah, so
Why the moon roars Lavender and honey…
STEPHEN'S POV Wallowing in self pity was harder than I thought, and it only took me trying it to wonder how Cyrus did it all the time before Baekalis. Clyde hadn't come back to visit, and admittedly, some part of me was worried about what happened. It wasn't like him to bring someone to the health building and just abandon them. I knew Clyde well enough to know that he went to see Cyrus — be it to talk to him or to scold him for beating me up like this. It wasn't like he did it unjustly or I didn't deserve it afterall, I knew what I was getting into when I walked into his office talking shit like that. The only luck I had was that neither of us had remembered to lock the door, so it was just shut close. I sighed, sipping from the glass of water that the pack doctor had placed on the bedside drawer when I was still asleep. The water eased down my throat, a cool filling blossoming in my chest as it passed by. It was soothing, and it refreshed me just right. Soon enough, the glass wa
Why the moon roars The subtle act of not giving a fuck.
STEPHEN'S POV I let my body soak in the water for a while, pushing my claws out of my cuticles and letting them flick the water before redrawing them, only to repeat the whole process all over again. I did it multiple times, even trying to carry as much water as I could in my hands before eventually they spilled over the edges and returned back to the tub to meet the rest of it. Usually, I wasn't the kind of person to take long showers, or spend more than five minutes in a bath, but I supposed the stress of everything that had been weighing me down finally crashed on me. I was somewhat thankful though, because I didn't have a break down in the middle of doing something important, like maybe when we would finally decide to get rid of Nightshade. Still, the reality of the situation was that if Cyrus and I continued the way we were headed, without communication, then the whole handling Nightshade mission might as well be cancelled. Of course, it would most probably all work out if we
Why the moon roars It stung.
TW: Suicide, self harm, negative thoughts. STEPHEN'S POVI gripped my pillow harder in my hands, my back aching from how long I've been in this position. I was resting against the headboard of my bed. And right now, I realised how uncomfortable and unnecessary the carvings and designs on the headboard are. They were too much, and were very stupid at this moment. My throat hurt from how much I'd been screaming in to the pillow, and my head was aching, but even with all these physical inconveniences and pain, none of them could compare to the feeling on my heart sinking even further down my body as my tears tainted my pillowcase like they never had before in my life. I buried my face further into the pillow, trying to bring up my knees closer to my chest so my knees could prop up the pillow in a better posture that won't have me crying from both my mismanagement of emotions, and from back pains. It didn't work, and the position only seemed to be getting worse, which fueled my tears.
Why the moon roars Saved by the bell.
STEPHEN'S POV By the time I came to consciousness, there was an apparent dull ache on my wrist — both of them. My fingers felt numb, and they struggled to move. I felt them twitch, digging into the linen of the bed I seemed to be on. My nails scratched the fabric irritably, the sound getting drowned out by the insistent beeping that I just noticed. I took in a shallow breath, letting the puff of air put shortly after as I struggled to make my eyes open. My eye lids fluttered pathetically, closing and opening up again rapidly and exposing my eyeballs to short bursts of light. I settled for squinting, as that seemed to be the only action that didn't cause me pain at this moment. My head was pounding, and I was starting to think this headache was a manifestation of a generational curse of some sorts. Jesus, who did I offend? Squinting seemed to help a bit, and soon I was able to open my eyes just enough to take a look around at my surroundings. I was lying down on a bed — but I had al
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Why the moon roars Let love lead us.
BAEKALIS’ POVI stood nervously in the dressing room, turning around so I was faced away from the mirror as I played with the rings that adorned my fingers. My wedding ring shone the brightest among them all, the gem glowing in a way that I had never seen before. It amazed me every single time. Sadly, this wasn't one of the special times that the glimmer managed to calm me down. “Sweetheart, you're overreacting. It's not that deep.”I snapped my neck around again to glare daggers at Natalia, folding my arms across my chest as she flinched at my look. She stared at me pointedly for a few more seconds before deciding to call me a bluff. She mirrored my look, hers accompanied with the same subtle eyebrow raise that Cyrus did all the time. “Mhm, don't look at me like that. You also know you're overreacting.” Natalia turned to look at Ardyn who was seated on the couch next to her, his attention fully directed at his switch.Clyde had finally gotten him one for his tenth birthday a few
Why the moon roars Beautifully.
DEVINA'S POVI sighed, soaking myself in the water even more as I let myself sink. My muscles were aching, and for the first time in a while, I felt relaxed. My face felt smooth, and my hair was neatly tied in a bun and my whole skin was tingling. Soft classical piano resonated around the room through the speakers situated at the four corners of the walls. The speakers were connected to my phone, and I genuinely wouldn't mind being murdered here. Sonata No. 14, “Moonlight” in C-Sharp Minor, Op. 27 No. 2: I. Adagio sostenuto. It was a particular favourite of mine ever since I had started listening to classical music. Which was, admittedly, only quite recently. Although, I didn't think my opinion about it being one of my favourites would be changing any time soon. I heard footsteps echoing from down the hall, sounding louder and louder as the owner of the two feet approached the bathroom. I only sighed louder, letting my eyes flutter close as I rested my head against the edge of t
Why the moon roars Awakened Evil.
Cyrus POV.The alpha rogue howled outside as if calling me, red filled my vision as I transformed, stepping over bodies as I made my way outside.The cool breeze blew our fur, his beady black eyes glinting wickedly in the moonlight. We both detransformed.“Ending your parents was just the beginning, I'll kill you then proceed to end the rest of your pathetic pack.”“Your father was a weakling who never deserved to rule.”“What's shocking is he had an even weaker son who succeeded in being a worse Alpha than he was.”I cut him off, sending an uppercut to his stomach as he lurched backwards, clutching his stomach.He lunged at me, his claws gleaming in the moonlight, I bent as low as I could, kicking him from under and sending him flying towards the entrance.He fell on the tiles with a large this, the stood up, limping as he wiped blood from his mouth, a sinister look in his eye as he transformed.I transformed too, slowly advancing towards him, howls and battle cries distant as his gre
Why the moon roars Let the Alpha face the hornets.
CYRUS’ POV Baek switched between happy and depressed over the next fortnight. Her moods went from immense joy to overwhelming sadness in a matter of days. Her mother had holed herself up in her room ever since the night of the announcement. Thomas was cremated and his ashes were kept in a jar in Cynthia's room, the jar kept in a glass case which hung decoratively over her bed.We– especially I– were all worried for Baek, tiptoeing on eggshells around her all the time, careful not to upset her for fear she'd breakdown.“Hey,” I whispered softly, coming out the bathroom as I tightened the sweatpants which hung low on my waist.I went to her and softly kissed the top of her head, sitting behind her as I massaged her shoulders.“How are you holding up?” I asked, burrowing my fingers deeper into her shoulder, fighting the knots there.“It all still feels unreal. It's like trying to balance being the mother of twin newborns while mourning the death of my father and trying to be there for m
Why the moon roars Tit for Tat.
DEVINA'S POV“We have to strike now!” Nightshade boomed as he turned towards the pack of rogues…the same rogues who murdered Alpha Cyrus' parents.“Why? It's not the designated time yet. Our soldiers aren't fully trained yet and your top soldier just recovered from a fatal injury…”“I hardly think we are in any position to ‘strike now’.”“Oh, but we are dear Alpha. Cyrus' father in law was murdered in the same battle that my Denzel was wounded.”Your Denzel?“Combining the death of her father with the birth and kidnapping of her children, Baekalis is weak and emotionally unstable right now. And if she is, automatically her husband — Cyrus — is too.“Now is the perfect time to strike because they are so downcast and fucking disoriented.”“B-but–”“But what?!” Nightshade boomed, his voice echoing through the night, the distant cry of the birds echoing through the dense forest.“Lower your voice.” The alpha commanded, growling as he faced Nightshade.Nightshade sighed in exasperation, ru
Why the moon roars The Cloak.
Cyrus POV.I don't know how long I lay there, I turned my neck, the stiffness making it hard as I took in the bloodiness of my surroundings. I looked at Denzel again, his eyes were closed so just to be sure I pressed my ear to his chest.It rose and fell slowly, a calming rhythm to his breaths. I pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose as I stood up gingerly, stretching as I reached for a makeshift first aid box in the corner of the room. I poured alcohol on a semi-clean rag and silently apologised as I pressed the rag to his thigh. He winced and woke up, he saw me and his frantic eyes softened as he clenched my cloak. I slowly wiped the blood off the surrounding areas and cleaned his wound as best I could, I then tore an piece of my cloak and used it to wrap the injury.That would help for now.I snuggled into his chest, not caring whether nightshade would see us anymore. He groggily turned and pressed a kiss to my forehead, falling asleep quickly after. ~•~I slowly sat up, rubbing
Why the moon roars Tough as nails.
CYRUS’ POV I kicked the stone I had been fixated on for the past half hour away from me. Stephen had been gone for a while and we were all losing hope. Of course none of us said it directly, but with each passing day, our shoulders slumped more, we became more sluggish and the vigour which had been there days ago slowly died.I don't even know who was more affected by the kidnapping of Ciel and Lyra– me or Thomas, my father in law.I stood up, dusting myself off as Stephen rushed towards me, looking more anxious than usual if that was even fucking possible.“Cyrus, we need to move…now!” he ordered, rousing the others from their resting places. “What…why?” I questioned, rubbing my temple as I arched my back, the satisfying crack it made as I stretched.“The twins…I know where they are…” he trailed off, picking up his gun and putting out the fire he and Thomas had struggled to ignite mere hours before.My eyes shot open at that, my somewhat calm psyche thrown into another frenzy as b
Why the moon roars Devina’s request.
Devina's POV.The morning sunlight filtered softly through the heavy curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. I was still half-asleep, drifting between dreams and reality, when I felt Devina stir beside me. Her warmth was a comforting presence, and I wanted nothing more than to stay wrapped up in her embrace, blocking out the dangers that waited beyond these walls. But even in this peaceful moment, there was an unspoken tension in the air, a reminder that our time together was always fleeting.I slowly became more aware of the world around me, the softness of the bed, the gentle rise and fall of Devina’s breath. But I kept my eyes closed, savoring the feeling of her fingers threading through my hair, the tender way she touched me. It was rare to see her like this—calm, unguarded, and not weighed down by the burdens she carried. I wanted to hold onto it, just a little longer.But reality had other plans.I felt her movements slow, the gentle strokes of her hand in my hair
Why the moon roars It takes two to tango.
As the door closed behind Nightshade, I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. The tension in my shoulders slowly unwound, though the heaviness in my chest remained. His presence was like a cold, suffocating fog that seeped into every corner of the room, and even after he was gone, the chill lingered. I walked over to the window, pulling back the heavy curtain to peer out into the night. The sky was pitch black, with no stars to offer comfort, just the same oppressive darkness I had grown accustomed to.I pressed my forehead against the cool glass, my breath fogging the glass as my thoughts spiraled. It was always the same when Nightshade left. Relief mingled with dread, the uneasy calm before the storm. I was his lover, his confidante, but only because I had to be. The mask I wore in his presence felt like a second skin, a permanent skin I could never fully shed. I was trapped in this role, suffocated by the lies I told myself and him. There was no escape, not without payi
