All Chapters of Fated by The Moon: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The weight of uncertainty pressed down on Eve as she stood in the dimly lit corridor of the Silverclaw pack house. The walls seemed to close in on her, the air thick with tension. The traitor was still unknown, and the danger loomed over them like an unshakable shadow. Every whisper, every movement in the pack now felt suspect. Luca had been more on edge than ever, his golden eyes dark with exhaustion and worry. Damien was silent, his presence more brooding, and Elias—well, he was keeping his secrets close, revealing just enough to keep her tangled in the web of mystery. But Eve was done being just a pawn in this dangerous game. It was time to act. --- Eve found Luca in his study, bent over a map of their territory. The candlelight flickered against his sharp features, casting shadows that mirrored the storm brewing inside him. “You need to rest,” Eve said softly, stepping closer. Luca barely glanced up. “Rest when the pack is safe.” Eve sighed. “You can’t protect them if you’r

The night was silent, yet the air between them was thick with unspoken words. Eve sat by the window in Luca’s cabin, staring out at the dark forest. The events of the past day replayed in her mind like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. The fear in the warriors’ eyes, Luca’s hesitation, Damien’s knowing smirk—it all weighed on her like a heavy chain she couldn’t break. She had felt something inside her awaken, something unnatural, something powerful. And for the first time, she wasn’t sure if she was afraid of it—or drawn to it. Behind her, the door creaked open, and she didn’t need to turn to know who it was. Luca’s footsteps were soft, hesitant. Not like before. Not like the Alpha who had once stood beside her with unwavering certainty. He stopped a few feet away. "Eve." She didn’t respond. He sighed and stepped closer. “You’ve been quiet.” She let out a short, humorless laugh. “What do you want me to say?” “That you’re okay.” She turned to face him, her eyes searchi

Eve sat in the dimly lit room, her hands trembling as she tried to steady her breathing. The sensation of power still lingered in her veins, an unfamiliar force that had erupted from within her like a storm she could not control. Her mind replayed the moment she had paralyzed the rogue with a mere thought—how the air had thickened, how time itself had seemed to halt. She clenched her fists, trying to push the memory away, but the unease gnawed at her. The door creaked open, and Luca stepped inside. His gaze was unreadable, his posture tense. Eve expected comfort, reassurance, but instead, she saw hesitation in his golden eyes. He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingers brushing against hers, but the warmth she had once found in his touch now felt distant. “You’re quiet,” she murmured, watching him closely. He exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. “I just… I don’t understand what happened back there.” Eve’s chest tightened. She wanted to tell him she didn’t understand eit

The weight of the Blood Moon prophecy sat heavy on Eve’s chest as she stood outside the Silverclaw stronghold, staring at the darkened forest ahead. The truth—the terrifying, undeniable truth—had been revealed. She was more than just a werewolf. More than just another member of Luca’s pack. She was something else entirely. Luca stood beside her, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable. Damien leaned casually against a stone pillar a few feet away, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. The silence between them was thick, stretched tight by the tension that had yet to ease. “We need to move quickly,” Damien finally broke the quiet, pushing off the pillar. “My contacts picked up a trail leading east—out past the old ruins near Black Hollow.” Luca’s eyes narrowed. “And how exactly do you have contacts sniffing around my territory?” Damien chuckled. “Oh, Luca. You should know by now—I always know what’s happening.” Eve stepped between them before another fight could break out.

The night was heavy with tension as they crossed the threshold into Silverclaw territory. The moment they stepped into the clearing, the waiting warriors closed in, their faces marked with concern and barely concealed suspicion. Some glanced at Eve with unreadable expressions, while others focused on Luca and Damien, as if expecting another fight to break out between the two alphas. Luca strode forward, his voice cutting through the murmurs. “Everyone inside. Now.” The command left no room for argument. The warriors parted to let them pass, though their unease lingered in the air like a storm about to break. Eve felt the weight of their stares, the unspoken questions pressing down on her. She kept her chin up, refusing to cower, but inside, her mind was spinning. The red-eyed woman’s words clung to her like shadows, refusing to fade. As they entered the great hall, the torches flickered wildly, casting restless shadows against the wooden walls. The elders were already waiting, the