All Chapters of Fated by The Moon: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The night sky burned red as the first wave of rogue wolves stormed the Silverclaw borders. Their eyes gleamed with a feral hunger, their snarls ripping through the silence like a death knell. Eve stood shoulder to shoulder with Luca, her heart hammering as the battle erupted around them. The Elders had finally made their move.Luca let out a thunderous roar, and their warriors charged forward. Claws met flesh, fangs sank into throats, and the scent of blood filled the air. Eve ducked under a rogue’s lunge, her reflexes sharper than ever. She pivoted, sinking her claws into the enemy’s side, sending him crashing to the ground. Her transformation had made her stronger, faster—but the rogues were just as relentless.A warrior beside her fell with a choked cry, and Eve turned to see another rogue closing in on her. She braced for the attack when Damien suddenly appeared, his blade slicing clean through the enemy’s throat. He gave her a sharp look.“They’re stronger than before,” he growle

Eve’s footsteps were steady, but her heart pounded like a war drum. Behind her, Luca and Damien called her name, but she ignored them. This was her choice. The Elders wanted her? Then she would face them head-on.The battlefield seemed to hold its breath as she walked toward the waiting Elders’ forces. Their warriors did not strike; instead, they parted like a sea before her. Eve clenched her fists, sensing the power radiating from them. These weren’t just ordinary wolves.At the center of the group stood a tall, silver-haired man with piercing golden eyes—Elder Varian, the leader of the Council. He watched her approach with an eerie smirk.“You have your mother’s defiance,” he said smoothly, his voice laced with amusement.Eve halted. Her mother again. Always whispers, never the full truth.“I came for answers,” she said firmly. “If you wanted me, then talk.”Varian tilted his head. “Oh, child, we intend to.”Before Eve could react, chains snapped around her wrists—cold, silver-lined

The tension in the room was suffocating. Eve stood between Luca and Damien, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to process everything. The truth about her mother, the Elders’ lies, and the prophecy that seemed to dictate her fate—it was too much.“You should have told me,” Eve said, her voice barely above a whisper, but the weight of her words struck like a blade.Luca exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. “I was trying to protect you.”Eve let out a bitter laugh. “Protect me? Or control me?”Damien stepped forward. “She has a right to be angry, Thorne.” His golden eyes burned with something dangerous. “Keeping her in the dark doesn’t make her safer. It makes her vulnerable.”Luca turned on him, his jaw tightening. “You think I don’t know that? I was doing what I thought was best!”“For you or for her?” Damien challenged.Eve clenched her fists, cutting between them. “Enough. I don’t have time for this.” She turned to Luca, her voice ice. “I trusted you, and you lie

The Silverclaw warriors lined the border, weapons drawn, as the dark figures of the Elders' army emerged from the mist. Hundreds of warriors, clad in black armor, stood in eerie silence, their presence a suffocating force that made the very air tremble. At the center of it all, Elder Voss stepped forward, his silver robes flowing with an unnatural stillness. His pale eyes, like twin shards of ice, locked onto Eve."You will surrender," he said, his voice devoid of emotion.Eve’s heart pounded. This was the moment she had feared, but she would not bow."Why are you after me?" she demanded. "What do you want?"Voss’s gaze flickered to Luca and Damien before settling back on her. "You are the last of your kind. The lost heir to a throne that was erased from history."Eve felt the ground shift beneath her. The rightful heir? Her mother—the Werewolf Queen? It didn’t make sense.Damien’s expression darkened. "You knew," he accused Luca, his voice sharp with betrayal.Luca clenched his jaw b

Eve sat on the balcony of the Silverclaw stronghold, staring at the moonlit sky. The truth about her mother still echoed in her mind—The Werewolf Queen. It sounded like something from a legend, yet it was her reality. The memories that had once been locked away were slowly unraveling, pieces of a past she had forgotten.A sudden flash of a distant memory seized her. A woman’s voice, soft yet firm. “You must never let them find you, Eve. They will use you, twist your fate. Promise me, my love. Run and never look back.”Eve gasped, clutching her head. That voice—it was her mother. She could see flashes now—a warm embrace, the scent of wildflowers, the weight of a crown that never seemed to fit her mother’s delicate head.Tears burned her eyes. “Why did you hide me?” she whispered.She had spent her whole life believing she was nothing but an orphaned girl, only to realize she was something much more—something that painted a target on her back.A shadow moved behind her. Luca. He didn’t