All Chapters of The Darkside of the Moon: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Charmaine stands at the edge of the Hydra Pack's training grounds, her cold eyes scanning the ranks of soldiers assembled before her. One hundred men. That is all Alpha Cortis has given her—a pitiful number considering the task at hand. The Redbone Pack of Clovis City is not just formidable; it is legendary. Wilson, their Alpha, is a force to be reckoned with, his lieutenant Jason a lethal shadow that follows in his wake. But Cortis, in his arrogance, has dismissed this threat. He sees this attack as a mere test, a probe into Redbone's defenses.Charmaine knows better. This is no test; it is a death march. These one hundred men, with their steely eyes and sharpened claws, are marching to their graves. She can see it in their faces, the fear they hide behind bravado, the doubt in their gazes when they think she isn’t looking. They are strong, yes, but strength alone won’t save them. Not against the Redbone Pack. She clenches her fists, nails digging into her palms until blood pools in

The battle at the borders is over, and the Redbone Pack has emerged victorious. But the victory is bittersweet. Only two of their own were lost, but the sense of unease lingers. Wilson and Jason stand at the edge of the battlefield, surveying the carnage."None of them made it out," Jason says, his voice grim. "Not a single one."Wilson nods, his mind elsewhere. "Charmaine wasn’t with them," he says, his voice low. "She was never here."Jason frowns, his gaze narrowing. "Then where the hell is she?"As if on cue, a messenger arrives, breathless and wide-eyed. "Alpha Wilson," he says, his voice trembling. "There’s been an attack in the city—Selena was targeted."Wilson’s heart skips a beat, his mind racing as he processes the news. "Where is she?" he demands, his voice sharp."She’s safe," the messenger replies quickly. "But the attacker—Charmaine—was captured. She’s been imprisoned, awaiting your judgment."Wilson breathes a sigh of relief, but it is short-lived. Charmaine may be impr

Jason stands before Alpha Wilson in the war room, the dim light casting shadows across the maps and battle plans spread out on the table. He recounts everything they learned from Charmaine, detailing the weaknesses in Hydra Pack's defenses and the timing of their next move."Alpha Cortis plans to strike exactly three days after the first assault," Jason says, his voice steady. "He believes we'll be caught off guard, but we can use this to our advantage. If we hit them first, we can turn the tide of battle before they even realize what's happening."Wilson nods, his mind racing as he processes the information. "We need to be swift and decisive. Cortis is a formidable foe, but if we catch him off balance, we can cripple his forces before they have a chance to regroup."Jason's eyes gleam with anticipation. "We'll need to divide our forces—hit them from multiple fronts. I'll lead the assault on their northern flank, while you take the southern. With their defenses spread thin, we can bre

Across the city, Demika finds solace in a new friendship that has blossomed unexpectedly. Chloe, with her ethereal beauty and quiet strength, has become a fixture in Demika's life. The vampire's visits to the inn have grown more frequent, and with each encounter, the bond between them deepens.Demika can't quite pinpoint when it happened, but something about Chloe draws her in. Perhaps it's the mystery that surrounds her, or maybe it's the gentle kindness that contrasts so starkly with the darkness of her nature. Whatever it is, Demika finds herself looking forward to Chloe's visits, her heart quickening at the sight of her.Today, Chloe arrives at the inn just as the afternoon sun begins to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets. Demika greets her with a warm smile, her earlier worries forgotten in the presence of her friend."I'm glad you came," Demika says, leading Chloe to a quiet corner of the inn where they can talk without interruption.Chloe

The evening sky over Clovis City is heavy with the promise of blood. Alpha Wilson, the revered Alpha of Alphas of Clovis City, stands in the heart of his war room, a place dimly lit by flickering torches. The room is filled with the scent of leather and sweat, the air thick with tension. Around him, his most trusted lieutenants gather—Jason, his Beta, and a handful of other seasoned wolves whose loyalty has been proven time and again in the heat of battle. The room hums with the low growls of anticipation, each wolf on edge, their primal instincts sharpened to a lethal point.Wilson's gaze sweeps across the room, his eyes dark pools of calculated rage. He knows what must be done. The Hydra Pack has grown too bold, too arrogant. The time has come to strike, to sever the head of the snake once and for all.Jason steps forward, his muscular frame casting a long shadow on the stone walls. "Alpha," he begins, his voice a gravelly rumble, "we've scouted the Hydra Pack's territory. Their defe