All Chapters of Fated by The Moon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The war room was dimly lit, the flickering candlelight casting shadows against the cold stone walls. Eve stood in the center, her body still stained with the remnants of battle. Around her, warriors tended to their wounds, whispers of fear and uncertainty filling the space. The attack had shaken them all.Luca leaned against the massive wooden table, his face unreadable. Across from him, Damien sat with his arms crossed, his golden eyes sharp as they flickered between Eve and Luca. The tension in the room was suffocating.Eve placed her hands on the table, her knuckles white from the force of her grip. “No more lies. No more half-truths.” Her voice was steady, but the fury beneath it was undeniable. “I want the truth. Who was my mother? Why did the red-eyed woman want her dead?”Luca’s gaze darkened. “It’s not that simple, Eve.”“Then make it simple,” she snapped. “I almost died tonight because I don’t know who I am. You will tell me everything, or I will find the answers myself.”Dam

The air inside the ancient ruin felt thick with secrets, pressing against Eve’s chest like an unseen force. The hooded figure stood before her, his presence commanding yet oddly familiar. The flickering torchlight cast eerie shadows across his face as he lowered his hood, revealing sharp features lined with age and wisdom. His piercing silver eyes locked onto Eve’s, as if measuring her worth.“My name is Aldric,” he said, his voice rough like gravel. “And I have waited years for this moment.”Eve’s heartbeat pounded in her ears. “Who are you?” she demanded, fists clenched at her sides.Aldric stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. “I served your mother, the true Queen of the Werewolves.”The world seemed to tilt beneath Eve’s feet. Queen. Her mother had been a queen? Luca tensed beside her, his expression unreadable. Damien, standing slightly behind them, remained silent but watchful.“That’s impossible,” Eve breathed. “My mother was exiled. She wasn’t a queen—”“She was much more than

The night air was thick with tension as the Silverclaw warriors stood ready, their eyes fixed on the tree line where the rogues lurked in the darkness. The Blood Moon hung high above them, casting an eerie red glow over the battlefield. A chilling howl shattered the silence, followed by the thunderous sound of paws hitting the earth.“They’re coming,” Luca growled, his body tense beside Eve.The rogues emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with savage intent. At the center of them stood the red-eyed woman, her presence radiating dark energy. With a flick of her wrist, the first wave of attackers surged forward, their claws gleaming under the crimson light.Eve barely had time to react before a rogue lunged at her. She twisted, dodging the strike, and retaliated with a powerful kick that sent the attacker sprawling. Beside her, Damien tore through the enemy with terrifying precision, his movements swift and deadly.Luca fought at the front lines, his claws ripping through flesh

Eve sat in the war room of the Silverclaw Packhouse, her mind swirling with the revelations of the past day. The weight of Luca’s confession—that her mother had been the werewolf queen—pressed heavily on her chest. It explained so much, yet it left her with even more questions.Luca stood across from her, his arms crossed, his usual confidence overshadowed by something else—guilt.“You should have told me,” Eve finally said, her voice quiet but filled with restrained anger.Luca sighed. “I wanted to. But the truth is dangerous, Eve.”She clenched her fists. “Dangerous to whom? To me, or to you?”Damien, who had remained silent until now, scoffed. “More likely to the people who wanted her mother gone.” His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable as he leaned forward. “The question is—who else knew? And why did they want your mother erased from history?”Eve turned back to Luca, waiting.After a long pause, Luca exhaled heavily. “My father. He knew. He was there the night she was

The air was thick with tension as Eve, Luca, and Damien made their way back to the Silverclaw Packhouse. The encounter with the red-eyed woman had left them shaken, but more than that, it had left Eve with more questions than answers.Her mother—once a queen, exiled for loving a human. A bloodline that “could not be erased.” And the woman who had tried to kill her as a child had returned, stronger than ever.But what gnawed at her the most was the flicker of hesitation in Luca’s eyes when she had questioned him.He was hiding something.The realization sent an uncomfortable chill down her spine. Luca had always been her protector, her anchor in this storm of uncertainty. If even he was keeping secrets, then who could she truly trust?As they approached the packhouse, Damien was the first to break the silence.“She’ll come back,” he muttered. “And next time, she won’t run.”Eve nodded, gripping the edge of her sleeve to steady herself. “I know.”Luca said nothing. He simply walked besi