All Chapters of Fated by The Moon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Eve Langley stood at the edge of Black Hollow, the town that had once been her home, staring down the narrow road that led into the heart of it. The fog was thick, curling up from the earth like a living thing, making the trees that bordered the path look like shadowy silhouettes. The quiet of the place was unsettling, and she shivered despite herself.It had been years since she last set foot in Black Hollow, years since she had run away from this strange, eerie little town with its cryptic whispers and its dark secrets. The kind of place where nothing ever truly changed, and yet, everything seemed to shift under the surface. She hadn’t wanted to come back—there had been no real reason to—but something inside her had tugged at her, pulling her back like an invisible thread. A letter from her grandmother, one she had never expected, had arrived weeks ago, summoning her home. And then, the dreams. Strange, haunting dreams of the moon, of wolves, and of a pull she couldn’t explain.Now

Eve’s mind was a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. The building around her—the Silverclaws' home—felt colder now that the initial shock had worn off. The truth of the situation started sinking in, but it wasn’t a truth she was ready to accept. She had been thrust into this world, this legacy, and now she was supposed to make a choice? Choose whether to embrace her destiny or reject it? How was she supposed to make that kind of decision? She wasn’t some mythical creature, some chosen one from an ancient prophecy. She was just Eve Langley—someone who had wanted to find peace and answers. Now, she was being told that her life had been mapped out long before she even arrived in Black Hollow. “What do you mean I’m part of the Silverclaws?” Eve’s voice broke the silence that had settled over the room. She turned her gaze from Luca, Lila, and the other members of the pack, unable to keep her eyes on them for too long. “How could I be part of a pack? I’m just... I’m just me.” “You’re

The morning after her first shift was one of exhaustion and awe. Eve woke with a headache, her body aching in places she didn’t know could ache. But it wasn’t just physical—it was as though something inside her had shifted too, in ways she couldn’t yet understand. The wolf was there, prowling in the back of her mind, always present. Even though she was back in her human form, she could feel it, like a quiet hum beneath her skin.The moment she stepped out of the small cabin she had been given within the Silverclaw compound, she could sense the change in the air. There was an unusual tension, a heaviness that hung over the camp. The usual bustling sounds of the wolves preparing for the day were muted, and there was a quiet that didn’t quite fit.Luca had told her they would train every morning. But today, something felt different. Something was off.Eve met Luca outside, her nerves still a mess from the previous night’s transformation. He stood with his arms crossed, his usual calm exp

Eve stood at the edge of the dense forest, her heart pounding against her ribs. The moonlight seeped through the thick canopy above, casting eerie silver patterns on the ground. The cool night air carried a mix of damp earth and pine, but beneath it, something else lingered—a strange, electric tension that made her muscles coil with unease. She couldn’t shake the events of the past few days. The attack on the Silverclaw borders had been too calculated, too precise. Whoever was behind it knew the weaknesses of the pack. And now, with Luca distant and consumed by his duties, Eve felt more alone than ever. She was an outsider in a world she barely understood, caught in the middle of a war that had started long before she even knew werewolves existed. A rustling in the shadows snapped her out of her thoughts. Instinctively, she turned, her body tensing. Was it an enemy? Another rogue? Then she saw him. Elias. His tall, lean form emerged from the trees, his dark eyes gleaming u

The cold night air wrapped around Eve as she stood on the balcony of the Silverclaw pack house, staring into the dense forest beyond. The wind carried the faint howls of distant wolves, a haunting melody that only fueled her restlessness. Sleep had evaded her once again, her mind a tangled mess of Elias’s warning and Damien’s probing questions. A traitor within the pack. She couldn’t ignore the unease that settled deep in her chest. If Elias was right, then someone close to Luca—someone trusted—was feeding information to their enemies. And the attack on the borders had proven that the enemy knew exactly where and when to strike. But who? Her fingers tightened around the wooden railing. Luca had been so careful, so guarded. He trusted few people, but that also meant the betrayal would cut even deeper when it was revealed. Her thoughts were interrupted by the soft creak of the door behind her. She turned, expecting Luca, but instead, it was Damien. He stepped onto the balco