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Fated Moon Wolves Forty Seven
Forty Seven: POV Anne: The forest spirits didn't just clear a path for us; they provided an escort. When the brush parted, it wasn't a horse or a carriage waiting for us. Standing in the dappled sunlight was a creature of absolute myth—a unicorn, its coat gleaming like spun starlight, its silver horn humming with a pure, ancient resonance. It inclined its head toward Lilly, who let out a joyful sob and rushed forward, burying her face in its silken mane. "Well," I murmured, glancing sideways at Silas, who was still slightly tender from the healing but standing tall. "I guess we're riding in style." Silas offered a rare, genuine smile, hoisting Lilly up onto the creature's back before mounting behind her and pulling me up into the space between them. The moment the unicorn leaped forward, the world blurred. The trees became streaks of green and gold, and the wind howled in our ears, carrying the distinct, dizzying sensation of traveling not ju
Fated Moon Wolves Forty Six
Chapter 46: POV Anne The canopy above us felt less like a shelter and more like a cage. "Stay down, Lilly," Silas commanded, his voice a low, gravelly rasp as he shoved the little girl gently but firmly behind a thick outcrop of moss-covered rock. I didn't need to ask why. The air had turned foul, thick with the stench of rotting copper and old graves. Out from the dense thicket slithered Draco’s hunters. They weren’t human—not even close. These were the dark, twisted things of the deep Fae realms, creatures of ash and malice who hunted the fringes of our world. My stomach violently turned as I looked at them. Everyone knew the whispers. Everyone knew these demons literally fed on half-born children, consuming the innocent to gorge on their raw, unspent magic. Silas didn’t hesitate. He drew his blade, the steel catching a rare glint of sunlight through the leaves, and threw himself into the fray. He moved like a tempest, a devastating blur of lethal grace. I watched him parry
Fated Moon Wolves Forty Five
Chapter 45: Silas POV The scent of salt and iron didn't belong in this dusty human tavern. It belonged to the shores of the Fae realm—specifically, the jagged cliffs where Draco’s hunters bled their prey. Beside me, Anne stiffened. She didn't have my tracking senses, but she wasn't stupid. She could feel the sudden drop in the room’s temperature, the way the ambient chatter of the human patrons instantly died out. *Hunters.* "Silas," she whispered, her fingers tightening against my palm. The playful defiance in her eyes was gone, replaced by a cold, sharp panic. "Don't move," I commanded, my voice dropping into a register so low it was barely audible over the roaring of my own blood. My Fae vision locked onto the two figures standing in the doorway. They wore heavy, mud-caked cloaks, but beneath the fabric, I caught the unmistakable glint of spelled silver—blades forged specifically to tear through Fae flesh and bind a witch’s magic. They weren't looking at the bar. They we
Fated Moon Wolves chapter Forty four
Chapter 44: Silas POV I watched my little one sleep. The clam-shell bed glowed faintly under the pale morning light filtering through the single window. Every bone in my body ached, a brutal reminder of the forest floor, but I welcomed the pain. It kept me grounded. Ever since we arrived at this hidden safehouse, I’d made sure to sleep on the hard floor the second her breathing leveled out. Anna had terrible dreams—screaming, thrashing, reliving the hunters and the roots—and we had silently agreed that me just being near her kept the darkness at bay. I would do anything to see her smile now. I'd do anything to give her a shred of comfort. She was a creature who looked like she’d fallen straight from the sky, a half-starved wood witch who had never had a single soul take care of her. And my mate bond? It was turning into a feral thing, screaming at me to protect her, to provide for her, to tear the world apart so she could rest. I hadn’t told her about the bond yet. I had no ide
Fated Moon Wolves Forty Three
Anne Pov: The shackles weren’t just steel; they were etched with runes that hummed a low, discordant frequency, vibrating against my bones until my teeth ached. Every time I tried to reach for the spark of my magic, the iron bit back, grounding my power into the stone floor. There was nothing left in me. Across the cell, Silas was a slumped shadow against the wall. He was too still. I needed the psycho I’d met on the beach—the one who fascinated me and made me want to punch him. Instead, he seemed trapped in a trance, suppressed by whatever dark smoke he’d inhaled and whatever was in his chains. He just stared at me, his eyes alive inside a body that looked dead. "Don't fight it, little bird," a voice drifted from the gloom—smooth, melodic, and utterly devoid of warmth. It sent a chill down my spine. Isolde stepped into the torchlight, her robes sweeping over the filth of the dungeon floor without catching a single speck of dust. She looked young. Too young. A sickening feeli
Fated Moon Wolves chapter 42
Anna POV: The world was gold. That was the first thing I remembered—the way the afternoon sun caught the stalks of the tall grass, turning the meadow into a sea of shimmering honey. I was sitting at my mother’s feet, the wild clover tickling my knees, and the air smelled of crushed mint and the sweet, heavy scent of coming rain. To a six-year-old, the world was a playground of secrets, and my mother was the keeper of them all. I wanted to know every single secret. What my mother didn't kno was the visions had started. My power grew and sometimes I could already guess the secret before she even told me. "Keep your head still, little bird," Mama whispered. Her voice was like the rustle of silk against stone—soft, but with an edge that commanded the wind to listen. Sometimes I thought she cared and sometimes I felt fear coming off of her in waves. I tried to sit like a statue, though a ladybug was currently making a daring trek across my knuckles. I watched its red shell move, wo
Fated Moon Wolves Chapter Twenty Eight
Chapter Twenty Eight Elle POV: I curse you Alpha Rain. I hate you and I want nothing more to do with you. I say these words as a storm rages within me and out of me blanketing the forest and pelting rain and thunder and lightning and wind. I want it to be the coldest wind he has ever felt in his l
Last Updated : 2026-03-28Fated Moon Wolves Chapter Twenty Seven
Rain Pov: We laid there for an extended amount of time. I had lost count of how late it was. Time moved strangely here. She looked up at me, untangling herself from me. "Um. Can I be honest with you Rain?" I sit up and think shit she regrets this. "Yeah, I want you to please darling." Nervously
Last Updated : 2026-03-27Fated Moon Wolves Chapter Twenty Six
Rain PovThose words that Elle just said ricochet in my head like a thousand fireworks going off all around me. "So, lose control alpha Rain and fuck me in the woods." My wolf is begging to come out right now. He whimpers. Please let me out. I need her too. I mindlink with him Not yet. Your time with
Last Updated : 2026-03-27Fated Moon Wolves Chapter Twenty Five
Elle's Pov: The air around me is electric. At this moment, I wanted so badly to believe Rain and what he was saying. Did I seem desperate? I didn't know anymore. I needed him, the bond or whatever this was- It was pushing me toward him. Further and Further. I closed my eyes and let go. I let my mind
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