Todos los capítulos de Fated by The Moon: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

The air was thick with tension as Eve sat by the flickering fire, her mind replaying the encounter with the red-eyed woman. The sensation still lingered, like embers burning beneath her skin, threatening to ignite at any moment. Every breath she took felt heavier, as if something deep within her had been awakened, yet she couldn’t grasp what it was. Luca and Damien stood a short distance away, locked in hushed conversation, their postures stiff and guarded. Eve clenched her fists, frustration mounting. She could feel it—the way they danced around the truth, shielding her from something she had every right to know. Finally, she had enough. Rising to her feet, she marched toward them, her voice cutting through the silence. “No more secrets.” Luca turned sharply, his blue eyes flashing. “Eve—” “No,” she interrupted, her pulse hammering. “Something happened back there. Something I don’t understand, but I know you do.” Her gaze darted between the two men. “Tell me the truth. What

The ground trembled beneath Eve’s feet, sending a violent shudder through the air. She barely had time to react before the trees around them shifted, their branches twisting unnaturally as if they were alive. The once-familiar scent of damp earth was now tainted with something rotten, ancient, and unnatural. Luca’s hand shot out, gripping her wrist tightly. “We need to move. Now.” His voice was sharp, urgent. Eve’s heartbeat pounded in her ears as she glanced at Damien. He stood rigid, his eyes scanning the trees. “They’re not trying to kill us,” he muttered. “They’re forcing us somewhere.” Eve swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing against her ribs. She felt it too—an unseen force pushing them in one direction. The whispers grew louder, curling into her ears, murmuring her name. “Come home.” Her breath hitched. The voice wasn’t coming from one source—it came from everywhere, surrounding her, calling her. A flash of movement to her right. A shadow slithered between th

The journey through the dense, uncharted territory of the forest was grueling. The trees loomed taller here, their thick, gnarled roots snaking over the ground, creating an almost impassable terrain. The deeper they went, the more unnatural it felt—as if the forest itself was watching them. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and something else, something Eve couldn’t quite place. It was ancient, whispering of things long forgotten. Rylan moved ahead of them, his steps sure and unwavering. Eve, however, felt the weight of exhaustion pressing on her. Every muscle in her body ached, but her mind was sharper than ever. The encounter with the woman with red eyes had rattled her to her core, yet it had also sparked something deep inside her—something she couldn't explain. Damien walked close by, his sharp blue eyes scanning the trees with relentless focus, every fiber of his being coiled for a fight. Luca trailed a step behind, quieter than usual, but she could feel his prese

Eve lay awake in bed, her mind trapped in a storm of confusion and unease. The vision wouldn’t leave her alone. No matter how hard she tried to push it away, it clung to her like a shadow. She had seen Luca walking away from her. It wasn’t a simple departure—it was something far deeper. There had been pain in his eyes, hesitation in his step. But why? What did it mean? She rolled onto her side, frustration coiling inside her like a snake ready to strike. Something wasn’t right. Luca had always protected her, guided her, even fought for her. But lately, there were moments—small, fleeting instances where she felt like he was holding something back. Secrets. And Eve had had enough of secrets. Her decision solidified like steel. She sat up, slipping into her boots and securing her dagger at her side. If Luca wouldn’t tell her what she needed to know, she’d find out for herself. The Silverclaw stronghold was quiet at this hour, the moon casting pale streaks of light across the ston

The scent of blood is thick in the air, clinging to Eve’s skin as she steps through the trees at the eastern border. The land beyond is eerily silent, the usual sounds of rustling leaves and distant howls replaced by an unnatural stillness. A warning. The warriors flanking her are tense, their eyes flickering between the darkness beyond the trees and the grotesque scene before them. Blood has been smeared across the bark of a massive oak tree, forming symbols that look ancient and wrong. The sight churns Eve’s stomach, but what unsettles her most is the familiarity. Something deep inside her stirs at the sight of the symbols, a whisper of recognition just out of reach. Her breath comes faster, her fingers tingling with an unseen force that draws her toward the markings. Luca steps beside her, his golden eyes scanning the message with a hardened expression. “They know,” he mutters under his breath, voice tense. “They know you’re here.” The words send a chill down Eve’s spine. A w