All Chapters of Why the moon roars: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

STEPHEN'S POV The car ride back to the pack house was awkward, far more awkward than it was to leave. It was weird being alone in the tiny space with Clyde after an argument — if I could even call it that — like that. Although, thinking about it now, it was less of an argument and me just snapping at him..? Maybe I should apologise. He seemed kind of hurt when I didn't let him talk. I mean, it wasn't like anything was his fault anyway. If we really analysed the situation, most — if not all — of my current problems were self inflicted. Well, self inflicted wasn't exactly the right word for it. They were less self inflicted and more…mismanaged. They could've been greatly avoided if I just calmed down and talked to someone. But it was too late now, I suppose. The only thing I learned from this whole thing, really, was that I was just an idiot. Imagine trying to kill yourself and then failing because you didn't know how to do it right — even though you thought you did. Dear god, my li

BAEKALIS’ POV Everything was going fine. Cyrus and I were happy, and Clyde and I were starting to talk more, meaning I had technically made a new friend. All three of us were in the kitchen, and it was Cyrus’ turn to cook so I was seated on the counter talking to Clyde. He had come in a few minutes after Clyde and I, a little kid behind him, but he'd run off the second Clyde had dragged a chair so he could talk to me. I wondered who he was, but I didn't bother asking Clyde. I could just ask Cyrus later. “When the fuck did this happen?” Cyrus finally asked, gesturing to me and Clyde talking over a glass of orange juice that he'd gotten me before he proceeded to entertain me from where I was still perched on the counter. “A while ago?” Clyde replied, unsure. “It was the night you had that thing with Stephen.”“Wait, what happened with you and Stephen?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing. “And when did it happen?”“Nothing happened, my love. Clyde doesn't know what he's talking about,”

CLYDE'S POV Cyrus wordlessly unlocked the door to his office, and as he walked in, getting ready to usher us in, I wondered if I would tell them about what I was sure — well, almost — Stephen was trying to do.He stood behind the door, staring at all three of us expectantly. Avery went in first, cautiously looking around as he took in the new environment. I doubted he had ever been in Cyrus’ office before. Now that I thought about it, not a lot of people have ever been in Cyrus’ office except they had some sort of specifically assigned role or something of the sort. Cyrus was usually, and still is, closed off and reserved, and he usually avoided taking to anyone outside of his immediate circle except it was of utmost priority, or a matter of life and death. There was also the fact that he was stupidly intimidating and made most people — me included of course — cower away and hide instead of talking to him directly. Most of the pack members met with Stephen, or me, and discussed the

CLYDE'S POV I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, turning the cap open as I tilted the mouth of the plastic container against my lips. The water rushed out, sliding down my throat and cooling it down. My tongue lapped up the ones that it could, but that didn't stop some droplets from escaping the corner of my lips as they slid down my chin. I emptied the plastic bottle, placing it on the counter as I raised my hand up to wipe the ones that still dripped down my chin with the sleeve of the jacket I was wearing. Yes, I had later gone back to add a black jacket to top up the outfit. An impulsive decision, but I looked good nonetheless. It was like the full fit was ugly anyway — I bet I looked like I was about to go rob a bank or something. I grabbed the cover of the bottle of water, covering it as I moved to the side of the kitchen where the trash can was. I placed my foot on the little lever thing, the cover of the trash can rising up well enough for me to throw the can insi

I was scrolling through my phone when Ardyn had finally woken up, for real this time. He woke up multiple times at night, which was a habit or pattern that we hadn't really figured out how to handle yet. He never really told me what caused him to wake up though, but I was suspecting that it was nightmares or something like that since he usually shocked himself awake. Well, one step at a time I suppose. Ardyn stared at me, unblinkingly with most of his face still hidden under the covers. “Aren't you going to get up?” I asked, looking back down at my phone. “We still have a long way to go, you know.”A pause, and then, “Did you carry me here?” “Yes? What's the problem?” I stared right back at him, and Ardyn only shrugged as he pushed the duvet off his body. “Nothing,” he said, getting up and stretching his arms. “Thank you.”I hummed in reply, only sparing him one more glance before I turned back to my phone fully. I was seated on the couch, my legs crossed one over the other as us