Moonlit Lies: The Hollow Choir

Moonlit Lies: The Hollow Choir

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The monsters we killed came back wearing our children's faces. The moon we murdered is singing again from inside the girl who murdered it. One mother with claws and one daughter with a god in her teeth must descend beneath the lake where the dead rehearse the end of the world. This time the lock is a heartbeat. This time the key has to break herself to turn.

Chapter 1 Bleeding Forest

The forest was bleeding.

Not in the poetic way the elders spoke of when they told stories around winter fires. This was real blood-hot, metallic, pooling between frost-coated roots that had no business being white in late August. The air carried the stink of iron and pine sap, and beneath it, something softer. Something that didn't belong.

Lavender.

I was barefoot, human-form, but my wolf pressed so close to the surface my skin rippled with silver fur that refused to fully break through. My name is Elara Voss. Nineteen years old. Omega by birth, tracker by necessity. And tonight, every instinct I had was screaming that if I followed this scent trail one more step, nothing in my life would ever be the same.

I followed it anyway.

The scream that had shattered the night ten minutes ago still echoed inside my skull-high, female, cut off too sharply to be anything but fatal. Alpha Caelan had ordered the entire pack to stay within the inner perimeter after dusk. Rogue sightings. Strange tracks. Whispers of hunters armed with silver-tipped arrows. Orders were orders.

But the scream had come from the north ridge-the forbidden stretch of Blackthorn territory no one crossed unless they wanted to disappear. And the voice... I knew that voice.

I'd know it anywhere.

So here I was, slipping between ancient oaks like a ghost, heart hammering so loud I was half-convinced whatever had killed those warriors already heard me coming.

The old mill appeared through the trees like a rotting corpse. Moonlight speared through broken windows and the caved-in roof, painting the floorboards in silver and shadow. The smell hit me first-death, thick and cloying, mixed with something electric. Ozone. Like a storm trapped inside four walls.

Then I saw the bodies.

Three of them. Our warriors. Garrick, Torin, and Marcus-Beta Rowan's only son. They lay scattered across the mill floor like broken toys, chests cracked open, ribs splayed wide. Not torn. Carved. Someone had used claws with surgical precision, peeling flesh back the way a butcher separates meat from bone. Their hearts were missing.

I gagged, clamping a hand over my mouth. My wolf whined, high and panicked, pacing behind my eyes.

That's when I noticed her.

She knelt in the center of the carnage, white dress soaked crimson from hem to collar, dark hair spilling over one shoulder like spilled ink. Her back was to me, but I would know that silhouette in the dark. I'd traced it with my eyes a thousand times from across the training yard, from the omega barracks window, from every shadowed corner I'd ever hidden in just to watch her laugh.

Selene Blackthorn.

The Alpha's daughter. The future Luna of the Blackthorn Pack. The girl who had looked me in the eye two weeks ago during the full-moon feast and said, loud enough for the entire pack to hear, "An omega like you should know her place, Elara. Beneath the rest of us."

She was crying.

Not the delicate tears of a princess. These were ugly, body-shaking sobs that tore out of her throat like they were being ripped free. Her hands goddess, her hands were buried wrist-deep inside Marcus's chest cavity. When she pulled them out, something glistened between her blood-slick fingers.

A heart.

Still beating.

The world tilted. My knees buckled, but I caught myself against a splintered beam. The heart pulsed once, twice, black veins crawling across its surface like living ink. Selene brought it to her mouth.

She bit into it.

The sound wet, intimate, obscene would haunt me for the rest of my life. Blood poured down her chin, over her white dress, dripping onto the floorboards already slick with it. Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, and a moan slipped from her lips that sounded disturbingly like pleasure.

"What the fuck, Selene?"

My voice cracked like a pup's first howl. I hadn't meant to speak. Hadn't meant to move. But the words tore out of me anyway.

She went unnaturally still.

Then her head turned slow, mechanical until those famous violet eyes met mine.

Except they weren't violet anymore.

They were black. Completely, impossibly black. The whites swallowed, pupils blown wide until nothing human remained. Blood painted her mouth like smeared lipstick. When she smiled, her canines had lengthened not into wolf fangs, but something thinner. Sharper. Designed for piercing veins, not tearing flesh.

"Elara," she whispered, and her voice layered two tones at once. One was hers, the girl I'd loved in secret since I was fourteen. The other was ancient, cold, hungry. "You weren't supposed to see this."

My wolf surged forward so hard my claws burst through my fingertips, shredding skin. Pain grounded me. I took one stumbling step back, then another, until my spine slammed into a pillar. Splinters dug into my back like teeth.

"You killed them," I said. It wasn't a question.

"They were already dead." She tilted her head, studying me the way a cat studies a bird with a broken wing. "Their souls just hadn't left yet."

The heart in her hands crumbled to ash. She rose in one fluid motion, graceful as always, and took a step toward me. Then another. The air thickened, heavy with power that tasted like winter graves and moonlit frost.

"Stay back."

My voice shook. Pathetic. Omega is weak.

Selene kept coming until she was close enough that I could see the faint glow beneath her skin like moonlight trapped in veins. Her fingers brushed my cheek, leaving a warm streak of Marcus's blood.

"You smell like fear," she murmured, leaning in until her lips brushed the shell of my ear. "And want. Still want me, little omega? After everything?"

Her breath ghosted over my throat, and my traitor body responded the way it always had heat flooding low, pulse racing, wolf whining with desperate recognition.

I should have fought. Should have screamed. Should have torn her throat out with my bare teeth.

Instead I asked the only question that mattered.

"What are you?"

Selene pulled back just enough to meet my eyes. For one heartbeat, the blackness receded, and violet bled back in human, devastated, ancient with grief.

"I'm what happens when the Moon Goddess gets bored," she said softly. "When she decides to break her own rules and punish the ones who broke hers first."

Then she kissed me.

Not gentle. Not sweet. She kissed me like she was starving and it was the first meal she'd seen in centuries. Her tongue traced my lips, and I tasted copper and lavender and something darker, something that made my wolf roll over and bare her throat in surrender.

When she pulled away, her eyes were violet again. Tears cut clean tracks through the blood on her cheeks.

"Run," she whispered against my mouth. "Run before I finish what I started."

Footsteps crashed through the underbrush outside too many, too fast. Patrol. They'd smelled the blood.

Selene's face crumpled. Real tears this time, not the monster's.

"I didn't want to hurt them," she said, so quietly I almost missed it. "I didn't want to hurt you."

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