All Chapters of Marked by the Moon: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Becca's POV"I'll do it.""What?" "I said I'll do it," I repeated, standing in front of Naomi and Aria.Naomi sighed, a mixture of relief and apprehension evident in her eyes, as she walked towards me. "You've made the right choice," she said softly."I hope so," I replied, my voice steady but my heart pounding.Aria's voice cut through the tension, sharp and commanding. "Why? Why did you choose to join us?"Taking a deep breath, I faced her. "Because as much as I love Bas, I can't lose my family. I thought about it all night. I want to grow old with the people I love, and if you can stop the prophecy from happening, then I'm in."Aria remained silent, her piercing gaze scrutinizing me. It was clear she didn't trust me, and I couldn't blame her. Who would believe that I, who had fought so hard alongside Bas, would now betray him?"You don't believe me, and that's fine," I continued, my voice firm. "But those werewolves killed the two most important people in my life. I won't let them

Darius's POV"How the hell!!!" I roared, slamming the werewolf against the wall with all my strength. My hands clenched tightly around his neck, lifting him off the ground. His feet dangled helplessly, his face turning a deep red as he struggled for breath."Is it possible that strong werewolves like you cannot trace a mere witch?" I bellowed, my fury boiling over. The failure was intolerable."We... we tried, but it seems they have some kind of spell making it hard... to trace their scent," he gasped, his voice choked and desperate.My jaw tightened, and I battled with my rage. The instinct to rip his head off surged within me, but Becca's words echoed in my mind: I needed more men in this battle.Reluctantly, I released my grip, and the werewolf crumpled to the ground, gasping for air. I turned away, struggling to rein in my anger. Taking a seat, I felt a rare and bitter sensation—uncertainty. The realization only made me angrier. I grabbed a bottle from the table and hurled it agai

Becca's POVThump, thump, thump.Each step reverberated through the quiet hallway as I approached Aria's library. After the unsettling incident with Naomi, my senses were on high alert. I had a sinking feeling that there was more to Aria and her motives than met the eye, and her library seemed like the perfect place to start searching for answers.The heavy wooden door creaked softly as I pushed it open, revealing a dimly lit room lined with shelves upon shelves of books. The air inside was still, carrying a faint scent of old paper and ink. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the ornate rugs that adorned the floor.Walking towards the table, I moved with caution, my senses attuned to any sound or movement that might signal Aria's return. The library seemed to hold its breath, every creak of the floorboards echoing loudly in the stillness.I gently sifted through the papers on the desk and opened the drawers one by one, but found nothing of significance

Becca's POV "What do you mean Aria's not a real witch?" I said, my voice shaking as I struggled to control my shock. The woman took a deep breath, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resolve. "Aria used to be friends with witches." "Yeah, I know that story—how the werewolves killed her coven and all she could do was watch in pain," I interrupted, my frustration growing. "Yeah, except she didn't tell you the part where she's not a witch," she said, her voice trembling with the weight of her revelation. "W...what?" My mind reeled, trying to grasp the enormity of what she was saying. "If Aria's not a witch, then...what is she?" "A human," she replied, her face etched with worry. "That doesn't make sense. Humans don't have the power to do what she does. Do you realize she defeated Darius?" I asked, my eyes wide with disbelief. "I know it's crazy, but Aria draws her powers from those witches you saw in her lair," she explained, her voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "How

Becca's POV"The only way to break the bond is for Naomi to cut the threads," I said to the woman I had seen in Aria's secret lair, my voice filled with urgency and desperation.She tilted her head, a contemplative look crossing her face. "Hmmm, then we must find a way to bring Naomi to where the witches lay.""Yes, but Aria is very smart. She'll figure it out," I replied, my brows knitting together in worry.The woman fell silent, her eyes narrowing in thought. After a moment, she looked up, a determined glint in her eyes. "Then we need a distraction, one that would completely take her mind off Naomi.""What could that be?" I asked, leaning forward, my curiosity and hope intertwining."Not what, but who," she said, her gaze piercing.Realization hit me like a punch to the gut. She was referring to Darius. "But how?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly."Leave that to me and focus on how to convince Naomi," she said firmly, turning to leave."Wait," I called after her. "I didn't get y