All Chapters of Echoes of the moon: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter 41 — Aria's POVOMG. Just when I thought things couldn't get any more complicated, the universe decided to throw another supernatural curveball our way.The room was buzzing with tension. I could feel my five supernatural aspects practically vibrating with anticipation. The anonymous message from our mysterious potential ally hung in the air like a giant, magical question mark.“We need to talk about this mysterious message,” Zane announced, his wolf energy so intense it made the air feel electric.Victor, looking as ancient and mysterious as ever, stepped forward. His vampire energy was doing that cool, intimidating thing where it seemed to fill the entire room. “The message requires careful analysis,” he said, his voice deep and calculated.Kane stood next to Zane, their connection is so intense you could practically see the energy connecting them. I watched as they exchanged one of those twin looks — you know, the kind that speaks volumes without a single word.“A mysteriou

Chapter 43 — Aria's POV As we rushed out, we could hear the rogue talking to the warrior that held him.“I need to speak to the Alpha. Now.”A rogue wolf, eyes wild and feral, shouted with a desperation that made everyone freeze. His voice cut through the tension like a knife, raw and unfiltered. The warrior gripping his arm looked uncertain, muscles coiled tight and ready to restrain him at a moment's notice.Victor moved first, his massive frame blocking the entrance. “Calm down,” he said, each word measured and deliberate.But the rogue wasn't having it. “I've got information that could save your entire pack,” he spat, struggling against the warrior's grip. “Alpha. Now.”Kane and Zane emerged, their presence immediately changing the atmosphere. It was like watching two predators assess a potential threat—calculated, dangerous, absolutely controlled.“Release him,” Kane commanded.The warrior hesitated for just a split second before letting go. The rogue stumbled forward, catching

Chapter 45 — Aria's POV The pack celebration buzzed around me like white noise, a constant reminder of how little I seemed to matter. Ryker, the mysterious new wolf who ran away from Azrael's captivity, was the center of attention. Kane and Zane huddled close to him, their heads bent in deep conversation. Victor was doing his analytical thing, dissecting every detail of Ryker's background, while Elara examined what she called his “supernatural signatures.”Me? I was wallpaper. Invisible. Irrelevant.My phone vibrated against my thigh, the screen lighting up with a message that made my breath catch.Selene.Just her name sent a shiver down my spine. In supernatural circles, she was legendary—a woman whose reputation preceded her like a dark, haunting melody.“Meet me. Now.”No pleasantries. No explanation. Just a command.The location was etched into my memory: an old botanical garden tucked at the edge of pack territory. Secluded. Private. The kind of place where supernatural secrets

Chapter 47 — Aria's POV My eyes snapped open, and everything felt different.Like, seriously different. Not the kind of “oh, I got a new haircut” different. More like “I just became something entirely supernatural that doesn't play by any existing rules” different.The infirmary looked both familiar. Advanced supernatural equipment surrounded me, each machine flickering with readings that looked more like abstract art than scientific data. Victor stood nearby, his analytical gaze locked on me like I was some fascinating specimen.And the energy? Holy. Freaking. Supernatural. Wow.I could feel everything. Every magical current. Every supernatural frequency. It was like someone had turned up the volume on my entire existence to maximum.Kane and Zane rushed toward me, their wolf instincts practically radiating desperation and protection. I could see their memories flickering around them—pain, loss, about their first mate named Sarah.“Stop,” I said. The word came out differently. Powe

Chapter 49 — Aria's POV Darkness.But not the kind of darkness you get when you close your eyes. This was different. Supernatural different.It was like floating in an ocean of magical energy. Every single supernatural frequency was alive. Vibrating. Singing.And then—A presence.Not human. Not werewolf. Not vampire.Something else entirely.The magical energy around me shifted. Transformed. Became something… more.“Aria.” The voice wasn't spoken. It was felt. Experienced. Like every single magical current in the universe just whispered my name.I turned. Or maybe I didn't. In this space, movement was a concept that didn't really exist.She was beautiful, terrifying and, powerful.The Moon Goddess.Not some mythical painting or legend. She was real. Right here. Impossibly bright yet somehow soft. Like moonlight made into a living, breathing entity.“You've been chosen,” she said. Or didn't say. The words existed everywhere and nowhere simultaneously.My supernatural senses were goi