All Chapters of Fated by The Moon: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The war room was thick with tension, the candlelight casting flickering shadows over the large wooden table covered in maps and strategic plans. Eve stood across from Luca, her arms crossed as she studied the stronghold’s defenses. Their warriors were prepared, but something felt off.Luca traced a path on the map with his finger. “We need to fortify the western border. If the Bloodhowlers breach it, we’ll be exposed on both sides.”Eve shook her head. “It’s not the borders that worry me—it’s them.” She tapped the map where the enemy’s camp had been reported. “They’re waiting. It’s not just the Bloodhowlers anymore.”Luca exhaled, rubbing his temples. “We know they have outsiders among them, but—”“They’re not just outsiders,” Eve interrupted. Her pulse quickened as she remembered the red-eyed figures from the shadows. A feeling of unease crawled up her spine. “They’re something else.”Luca frowned, but before he could respond, a sharp howl pierced the night

The forest was unnervingly silent, save for the rustling of leaves under Eve’s boots. Moonlight barely pierced through the dense canopy, casting elongated shadows that made her every step feel like an intrusion into something ancient and forgotten. Her pulse quickened as the feeling of being watched crawled up her spine. She had traveled alone, against all warnings, driven by the vision that refused to leave her mind—a vision of ruins, of blood, of secrets waiting to be unearthed.She pressed forward, her wolf senses heightened. The deeper she went, the stronger the pull became, as if something was guiding her toward the truth she had been denied for so long. The trees twisted unnaturally, their gnarled roots almost grasping at her feet, and with each step, the air grew heavier. A whisper slithered through the wind, indistinct but chilling.Then, through the mist, she saw it—a crumbling structure barely visible through the overgrown foliage. The ruins from her visions.

Eve sat in the dimly lit study, the ancient letter from her mother trembling in her grasp. Her mother’s words echoed in her mind: "The place where the moon never sets will show you the truth." But what did it mean? Frustration boiled in her veins. Every answer she found only led to more questions.Damien stood beside her, arms crossed, his sharp gaze fixed on Luca, who lingered near the door. “You can’t go alone,” Damien said firmly. “This could be a trap.”Eve exhaled sharply. “Then I’ll be ready for it.”Luca, who had been silent for too long, finally spoke. “You don’t even know where to start. Chasing ghosts won’t bring you peace.”His words struck a nerve, and Eve turned to him, eyes blazing. “You’ve been quiet, Luca. Too quiet. What do you know?”For a brief second, guilt flashed in his eyes, but he masked it quickly. “I only want to protect you.”Eve’s heart twisted. She wanted to believe him. But something in his voice told her he wasn’t being completely honest.“We find this p

The Blood Moon loomed overhead, casting a crimson glow over the jagged cliffs and winding trails. Eve tightened her cloak around her, the cold mountain air biting at her skin. They had been traveling for hours, and exhaustion was beginning to settle in, but the uneasy energy coursing through the air kept her alert.Soren led the way with practiced ease, his movements confident despite the treacherous terrain. He hadn’t spoken much since the vision in the forest, and Eve suspected he knew more than he was willing to share.Damien walked beside her, his hand hovering near his weapon. "We should stop soon," he muttered. "Rest for a while."Soren shook his head. "Not yet. We need to reach the caves before sunrise."Eve exhaled, frustration flickering through her. "Why the caves? What’s waiting for us there?"Soren glanced back at her, his expression unreadable. "Answers."That single word sent a shiver down her spine.The path narrowed, forcing them to move in single file. The wind howled

A suffocating silence settled over the Silverclaw stronghold, a silence that carried an eerie weight, as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Eve sat on the edge of her bed, staring at the flickering candlelight, her mind racing with fragmented memories from her vision. The sight of her mother, the betrayal, the blood that had stained the ground—it haunted her, clawing at her thoughts like an unrelenting force.Damien had noticed her unease earlier that evening. He had warned her not to lose herself in the past, but Eve couldn’t ignore the feeling that something wasn’t right. Luca was hiding something—she felt it in her bones. The way his eyes had darkened when she mentioned the vision, the hesitation in his voice whenever she asked about her mother’s past… he wasn’t telling her everything.She needed answers. And if Luca wouldn’t give them to her, she would find them herself.With a deep breath, she rose to her feet, determination hardening in her veins. If she was going to u