All Chapters of Fated by The Moon: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

________________________________________ The night was restless. Even as the Silverclaw Pack settled after the chaos of the last battle, Eve found no peace. The red-eyed woman’s chilling words haunted her—You were never meant to survive. But why? Who was she to Eve, and why did her very existence seem to enrage her? Luca had always been protective, but was it truly for her sake—or was he protecting a truth she wasn’t meant to know? The moonlight cast eerie shadows through the cracks in the walls of Eve’s room. She sat up in bed, her fingers clenching the blanket as her mind raced. It wasn’t just the red-eyed woman—there had been too many moments where Luca had dodged questions about her past. The unease in his voice whenever she spoke of her parents. The way the elders of the pack avoided meeting her gaze whenever she pressed for details. She wasn’t just a human-turned-werewolf. There was something more. And she was going to find out what. _______________________________________

Eve tossed and turned, her sleep plagued by fragmented images that felt more like memories than dreams. A silver-haired woman stood in the middle of a darkened forest, her sorrowful eyes filled with an unbearable grief. Her lips moved, whispering words Eve couldn’t hear. Shadows swirled around her, creeping closer like an unseen force of doom. Then, the image shifted—a man, his features blurred, reached for the woman, only to be pulled away by something monstrous. Eve gasped, her hands tightening around her blanket as an ache formed deep in her chest. Her body jolted awake, drenched in sweat, her breaths shallow. She pressed a trembling hand to her chest, trying to calm her racing heart. The pain she felt was unfamiliar yet intimate, as if something deep within her recognized the sorrow in that vision. Eve stared at the ceiling, trying to make sense of what she had seen. Were these just nightmares, or was there a deeper meaning? And why did the silver-haired woman seem so familiar?

Eve moved silently through the dense forest, her heart pounding with every step. The night sky stretched above her, blanketed in thick clouds, offering her the perfect cover. Silverclaw’s territory lay behind her now, its familiar scents fading with every mile she traveled. She clutched the old, weathered map—her mother’s letter had led her here, to the first step toward the truth. The name Elias weighed heavily on her mind. If he had the answers about her past, she had to find him. Yet, her thoughts kept circling back to Luca. The betrayal she felt was like a dagger twisting in her chest. She loved him—she had chosen him—yet something inside her told her he had been hiding things from her all along. Could she truly trust him? Or had he always known the truth and kept it from her? A snap of a twig made her freeze. She wasn’t alone. She turned sharply, eyes scanning the darkness, but there was nothing there. Still, the sensation of being watched prickled at her skin. Moving cautiou

________________________________________ Eve’s breath was ragged as she stepped past the Silverclaw border, her boots pressing into the damp earth. The towering trees loomed around her like silent sentinels, casting eerie shadows under the pale moonlight. The weight of her discoveries—of Elias’s warnings, of the red-eyed woman’s threats—pressed heavily on her chest, making her strides feel heavier with every step. The Silverclaw warriors guarding the gates stiffened as she approached, their hands instinctively reaching for their weapons. Recognition flickered in their eyes, followed quickly by uncertainty. She had left as a rogue—an outsider. Now, she returned with an aura stronger than before, one they could not deny. “She’s back,” one of them murmured. Another stepped forward, his voice edged with caution. “Alpha Luca ordered no one—” “I don’t care what he ordered,” Eve cut in, her voice sharp. “I need to see him. Now.” The hesitation lingered, but when Eve’s gaze darkened, s

Eve felt the shift in the air, a subtle but undeniable change in the way the Silverclaw pack members looked at her. Conversations stopped when she entered a room, and whispers followed her wherever she went. She wasn’t naive—she knew that rumors about the Blood Moon prophecy were spreading like wildfire, fueling doubts about her presence among them. Luca had tried to reassure her, but even he couldn’t silence the growing unease. Warriors exchanged uncertain glances, elders muttered amongst themselves, and younger wolves eyed her with curiosity and fear. Eve knew she was different, but the way the pack was reacting now, it was as if they sensed something dangerous within her. One evening, as she passed a group of warriors outside the training grounds, she overheard them. “She’s not one of us,” a deep voice murmured. “She’s something else.” “She doesn’t even know what she is,” another scoffed. “That makes her more dangerous.” Eve clenched her fists, forcing herself to keep walking