All Chapters of Echoes of the moon: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Chapter 21 Zane's — POV I honestly thought my heart had stopped the second Aria collapsed. She was so full of life just that one instant, an avenging angel glowing with eyes and power from who knew what other place, and then she was crumpling like a puppet whose strings had been cut.Kane and I moved as one, catching her before she hit the ground. Her skin was burning, almost painful to touch, but there was no way in hell I was letting go.“We need to get her inside,” Kane said, his voice tight with worry. I could feel his fear through our bond, matching my own. “NOW.”I swept her up in my arms, clutching her close to my chest as though she might shatter like glass. The pack members parted before us like water, their faces mingling awe and fear. I couldn't blame them-what we'd just witnessed was beyond anything I'd ever seen in all my years as a wolf.“Someone get the healers!” I barked as we jogged hurriedly through the pack house. “Tell them to meet us in our quarters!”Kane was r

Chapter 23 — Kane's POVThe pre-dawn light crept through our bedroom window, casting soft shadows across our bed. I couldn't sleep, too focused on watching Aria's restless movements beside me. Every few minutes, her skin would shimmer with those strange demon markings Thorne had shown us — beautiful but terrifying patterns of gold and shadow that danced across her skin before fading away again.“No… please…” Aria mumbled, turning fitfully in her sleep. Zane shifted on her other side, his protective instincts as strong as mine even in sleep.I reached out, gently stroking her hair. “Shh, you're safe,” I whispered, even though I knew the nightmares weren't about physical danger. They were about accepting what she was becoming.God, I knew that feeling. Every wolf does — that moment when you first realize you're more than human that your body can change in ways that defy everything you thought you knew about reality. But at least we had generations of wolves before us to guide us through

Chapter 25 — Aria's POVSomething crashed through my bedroom window making me scream. I rolled instinctively, calling forth my demon powers before I even hit the floor. Golden markings blazed across my skin as I turned to see what crashed into my room. “An assassin.”“Well, well, well,” the figure purred, darkness rolling off him like smoke. “The abomination herself.”“You crashed through my window just to call me names?” I shot back, gathering shadows in my palms. “Rude.”He moved like liquid darkness, faster than anything I'd ever seen. Even with my demon-enhanced reflexes, I barely dodged their first strike. Their claws — because yeah, they definitely had claws — sliced through the air where my throat had been.I retaliated with a blast of demon fire, but they seemed to absorb it into their own darkness. Great. So much for that trick.But as we fought, something strange started happening. Every time their darkness touched me, something inside me… resonated. Like strumming a string

Chapter 27 — Kane's POV Even hours after Aria's display in the sacred grove, I could still feel the residual power humming through our mate bond. I decided to go to the library to get some answers. “Who is Azrael? What does he want with Aria.” The pack library was quiet at this late hour, but my mind was anything but peaceful. I searched for ancient texts and scrolls, keeping it all on my desk, their musty pages holding secrets. As I was searching, a journal caught my eyes, I picked it and opened it.“Fuck,” I muttered, running my hand through my hair as I stared at the journal in front of me. It was Aria's grandmother's — Maria Evans — and what I was reading made my blood run cold.“The blessing must be performed under the blood moon,” the elegant handwriting declared. “Only then can angelic grace overcome the darkness in the bloodline. My grandchild must be protected from HIS influence…”The way she wrote “HIS” — like she could barely bring herself to acknowledge who she meant. I

Chapter 29 — Aria's POV The pack house felt different after everything that went down. Different, but somehow safer. My body ached in places I didn't even know could ache, and my supernatural energy felt like a live wire randomly sparking inside me.“You're awake,” a familiar voice said.I turned my head to see Zane sitting beside my bed, his eyes watching me with this intense mixture of concern and relief. God, I'd run from him. From both of them. And they still showed up. Still protected me.“Hey,” I croaked, my throat feeling like I'd swallowed sandpaper.Kane appeared on my other side, holding a glass of what looked like some supernatural healing smoothie. Trust my mates to have a magical drink ready for every situation.“Drink,” Kane ordered, but there was softness in his voice. Not a demand. More like a request wrapped in pure love.The drink tasted like berries mixed with something herbal, and… was that a hint of magic? Probably. Everything in our world had a supernatural twis