All Chapters of The Darkside of the Moon: Chapter 91 - Chapter 98

Secrets are the weapons of those who walk in shadow, unseen, unheard, until the moment they pierce the silence. The night is loyal to the hunter, cloaking them in its embrace, while the prey, trembling, senses the gaze that never wavers—silent, relentless, inevitable. In these dark recesses, truths are born, and betrayals murmur like whispered winds. Then again, in the folds of night, the most perilous secrets breathe and grow, for darkness is a veil that shields both predator and prey, though only one truly masters the hunt.Danger rarely announces its arrival with a roar. Instead, it treads softly, creeping on the silent feet of dread, lurking just beyond the edges of perception. To track in darkness is to merge with the night itself, to become invisible, patient, waiting for that singular, fatal instant to strike. The shadows are a kingdom where only the bold wear crowns, and the weak, paralyzed by fear, fall into the jaws of the inevitable. In this delicate dance between predator

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

Demika’s breath is heavy, her eyes fixed on the door where Selena just disappeared. She turns to Chloe, her own heart still racing. “What do we do now?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper.Chloe doesn’t answer immediately. She walks back to the bed where Demika’s seated, sits beside her reticently. The weight of the revelation is still settling in, but beneath the shock, something else stirs—she knows there’s much more to this newly unearthed revelation, considering the fact that so much have been happening around them lately. Her pulse quickens, not just from fear or confusion—nothing really surprises her anymore… after all this is Clovis City, where anything paranormal is the new norm—but something deeper. She meets Demika’s gaze, and the electricity in the room shifts.The world outside the small, dimly lit room is unraveling—bloodlines and curses, ancient powers returning, enemies lurking in the shadows—but in this moment, the storm outside fades away. All that remains is the pa

The next day, the atmosphere in the pack house is charged with tension. The betas of Ironfang, Blackstone, and Poniros-Lycus stand before Wilson, their faces a mixture of apprehension and anger. They know why they’ve been summoned; the fall of their Alphas has left a vacuum of power, and they are not fools to think Wilson intends to leave it unfilled.Wilson sits at the head of the ginormous table in the conference room, Jason standing at his side, his presence a silent reminder of where true authority lies. The betas shift uncomfortably under Wilson’s cold gaze, waiting for him to speak.“You know why you’re here,” Wilson begins, his voice sharp as a blade. “Your Alphas have been convicted of treason against Clovis City. They will be dealt with. But I did not summon you here to discuss their fate.”The betas exchange wary glances, but no one dares to interrupt.“I summoned you because your packs need new leaders,” Wilson continues, his gaze piercing each of them in turn. “Leaders who