Under the Silver Moon: The Alpha's She-Wolf Detective

It was the tenth of November, and the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack had assigned me to investigate rumors of some pack members engaging in clandestine meetings with witches practicing Black magic in the city. Being a Noble of the pack, my role in the investigation should have gone unnoticed, providing me with the perfect cover.

As a child, my mother always praised me for my exceptional intelligence. With piercing blue eyes that mimicked the depths of the ocean and sandy blonde hair cascading in soft waves down my shoulders, I was often complimented on my physical appearance as well. However, I never considered myself a beauty, instead focusing on my love for books and knowledge. Over time, I learned to appreciate the attention and admiration from males in the pack, seeing it as a reflection of the confident and strong woman I had become. It was no surprise to me when the Alpha chose me for this mission in the city - with just one glance, people were drawn to my natural charm and innate trustworthiness. It was easy for me to connect with others and gain their trust, making them open up to me effortlessly and share their deepest secrets.

As the sun began to sink behind the towering forest and city skyline, I finally arrived at the old mansion nestled between the bustling metropolis and the serene pack lands. Its grandeur took my breath away. The four-story structure stood tall and proud, its exterior a mix of classic architecture and modern amenities. Inside, antique mahogany furniture adorned every room, their rich tones catching the last rays of sunlight. The hardwood floors gleamed like polished gems in the warm glow. Through the ceiling-to-floor windows that stretched across the front of the mansion, I could see an unobstructed view of the city, the forest, and the vast expanse of pack lands beyond. Each room boasted a cozy fireplace, crackling and casting a comforting warmth in the crisp autumn air. This was no ordinary mansion; it was a palace fit for royalty.

Standing tall and proud for nearly two centuries, the grand mansion was built with the intention of serving the King of Alphas and his pack. Over time, each successive Alpha had taken on the responsibility of preserving and enhancing this magnificent estate. Its walls had witnessed countless meetings, negotiations, and celebrations among packs and their dignitaries. It also served as a luxurious retreat for the pack's nobles conducting business in the bustling city, as well as hosting grand parties that welcomed the human residents who shared their territory. The mansion stood as a testament to the power and grace of the ruling pack, a symbol of their status and influence in both the supernatural and human world.

As I gazed out at the breathtaking autumn landscape, my mind was preoccupied with finalizing phone calls in preparation for the arrival of our guests. The vibrant colors and crisp air filled me with a sense of serenity and anticipation. Suddenly, a persistent knock on the front door broke through my concentration. Assuming it was our guests arriving early, I continued working, leaving it to the house steward to answer. But as I focused on my tasks, a sharp pain shot through the side of my neck, causing me to jump in alarm. The burning sensation was all too familiar - silver and wolfsbane, a deadly combination that could render my wolf powerless and leave us vulnerable. Frantically, I attempted to scream for help, but as the poison coursed through my veins, darkness descended upon me. My body succumbed to its consuming embrace, and I was left helpless against its effects.

Upon regaining consciousness, I was surprised to find a member of our pack, whom I had come to trust with my life over the past twenty years, standing alongside a woman I had never seen before. She stood at a mere five feet two inches, with long black hair cascading down to her waist. Her eyes were the color of night, framed by a distinctive red ring. Long black nails adorned her fingers, and she was dressed in a flowing black cloak, the red trim matching that around her eyes. I instantly knew she was a witch. She had that scent of darkness to her—sulfur and burning flesh. With her red-rimmed black eyes focused on me, she leaned down, smiled in a way that sent shivers through my soul, and inquired about the child. Confused, I had no idea who she was referring to. I attempted to explain that I was only present for business regarding the pack and had no child with me. However, she persisted in repeating her question, and I could see anger intensifying in their eyes with each response I provided.

Then he spoke, "I demand my daughter—the worthless, weak excuse for a daughter that is the child we are referring to. I know you know where she is!" His words thundered with a rage unlike anything I had ever witnessed from him, and he screamed, "NOW!" Confused, I informed him that his daughter had drowned nearly four years ago. He laughed and delivered a powerful kick, causing me to gasp for air. My wolf, Jade, fought desperately to emerge and protect us, but I realized we were bound with silver straps. Jade continued to struggle against the binds, whimpering with every futile move.

"Jade, just rest. There's no use in trying to break free. We're not strong enough due to the wolfsbane. It will all be over soon. Try to breathe, my beautiful friend,” I said, attempting to comfort her.

Her whimpering slowly faded as I refocused on our captors. Struggling for air, I witnessed a blade being drawn from its sheath. The man whom I had trusted for years proceeded to inscribe ancient runes on my skin while the witch chanted a spell. Immobilized, I couldn't move or scream, feeling the essence of life and soul leaving my body. I pleaded with the Goddess to take me swiftly, and then there was blackness.