CHAPTER 130: THE FULL MOON-ALPHA ANGELA.

"Thank goodness you know that," Kaito whispered after chewing. He felt lighter with her by his side, though deep inside he feared he was thinking only of himself when he should not. He studied her face for a moment, then asked, "You’re worried about something. Do you want to tell me?"

Angela sighed. All of her mates could sense her troubles, and he was no different. She had planned to tell them about Marcus, but after seeing him chained and suffering, she thought it better to wait. "Can we talk about it tomorrow?"

"Why tomorrow? Is it that serious?" he pressed gently.

Angela nodded and continued to care for him, though his mind was no longer on the food. He wanted to know what was weighing on her. "It has to do with my family. You don’t need to worry. We’ll talk tomorrow."

"The sun is going down," Stales announced as he came back from the window, where he had been watching the sky.

"You should go now. I want to rest before evening," Kaito told her. She could see that he would not stop until she agreed. Angela rose slowly and handed the food back to Alex, who would likely stay behind.

"Good. Alex will join you soon. For now, go with Stales," Kaito said firmly.

"I will," she replied, stepping back reluctantly.

Kaito smiled when he saw how sad she was to leave. "Hey, make sure you enjoy tonight. You will feel pain at first, but it won’t last forever. Focus on what you are going to gain instead of the pain you feel. And when the time comes, don’t hold back. Run wild, Angela, like never before." He turned to Alex and said, "Do not chain her. Let her shift freely, no shackles this time."

Alex nodded at once, his eyes steady on his Alpha as he accepted every command.

"Stay by her side. I will join you later," Kaito added.

"I will, Alpha," Alex replied.

"Thank you," Angela said softly. He gave a faint nod, and she noticed how pale he looked. It seemed he was holding back his own suffering just to keep her from worrying.

Since he wanted her to go, Angela obeyed. Outside, the sky had dimmed, and the evening air carried both calmness and weight. She returned to the dorms, bathed, and changed before making her way to the café. Alex arrived sooner than she expected, and together they walked to the bunk houses behind the West House where the celebration was already in full swing.

The older werewolves looked thrilled, their faces filled with excitement, while the younger ones like her carried nerves hidden behind shaky smiles. Angela tried to join in, but her heart felt heavy.

Darkness spread fully and the moon had not yet appeared. Still, heat was building inside her body. She tried to sip from the drink in her hand, but her trembling fingers gave up and she spilled it away. All eyes turned to her. Why were the others so calm when she felt like she was burning alive?

Alex rushed to her side with Stales close behind. They caught her as her knees almost gave way, then guided her past the noise of the bunk houses and into the woods. With every step, her senses sharpened. The music behind them grew louder, as though it was being played inside her head. Every sound of the forest came alive: the rustle of leaves, the call of birds, the distant movements of unseen creatures.

Then the moon began to rise, silver and bright, its presence so strong she felt it sinking deep into her bones.

Voices of her friends tangled in her head, too mixed to understand. Angela lifted her eyes to the glowing light above. For a moment, it felt like the moon itself smiled at her, and she thought she was going mad.

Her bones ached with sharp cracks of pain. Her heart thudded wildly, faster than she could control. Alex and Stales held her tightly, steadying her as if she were fragile glass that would shatter if they let go. But that only made something inside her snap.

"Let me go," she whispered faintly. They refused, their grip firm, and frustration rose like fire in her chest. She pushed them away with sudden strength. "I said get off!"

Her screams tore through the night, sending shivers down their spines, and both Alex and Stales let her go at once. Alex watched helplessly as she dropped to her knees, clutching her stomach, her cries echoing in his ears. She kept calling for help, but there was nothing he could do. The Alpha had warned him not to interfere, only to stay and watch over her. Watching was the only way to keep her safe, to make sure no one else discovered there was a she-wolf here.

"I feel so much pain in my joints, Alex," Angela cried, her voice trembling as tears rolled down her cheeks. No matter how strong she thought she was, she could not hold them back. Every passing minute felt like her bones were shattering, twisting, reshaping into something new. Whatever was happening, it hurt more than anything she had ever known.

"It will soon be over. The pain won’t last forever," Alex tried to assure her, though his own voice was shaky. He glanced at Stales and frowned when he saw his friend wiping at his face. "Shit, don’t be soft now. Why are you crying?"

Even through her torment, Angela gave a broken chuckle at his words. Stales was crying because of her?

"I’m not," Stales muttered quickly, swiping his tears with the back of his hand. "And why would you even say that in front of her? She’s a girl. I’m not supposed to look weak."

"I thought you didn’t care," Alex shot back. "To you, she’s still just a friend. A boy, remember?"

"I didn’t mean it that way."

"Of course you did—"

"Both of you shut up!" Angela roared suddenly, her voice laced with a growl. Her eyes glowed a burning red as her claws broke through her fingers and her fangs lengthened. She was no longer just in pain. She was changing.

"Sorry," they both said quickly in unison.

Angela ignored them, her body convulsing as bones snapped and shifted, dragging her down onto all fours. The cries from her lips turned into growls and whimpers as the transformation tore through her. Hours seemed to pass, but at last the pain gave way to power. She stood not as a girl anymore, but as a wolf, embracing what she had always been and what she would forever remain.

Alex stared in disbelief. He had expected a white wolf, but what stood before him was unlike anything he had ever seen. Her fur gleamed gold beneath the moonlight, her chest marked with a glowing red crescent. She was massive, intimidating in her strength, yet her presence carried a softness that made his chest ache.

The glow in her eyes deepened when she heard it—the long, echoing howls from the pit side. Her mates were calling. They wanted to claim her!