All Chapters of Moonlight Knows My Name : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Eve’s POV Malik walked closed to me, his fingers occasionally touching mine, it was a subtle but constant reassurance. Dorian moved ahead as usual, his gaze steady, I followed both their footsteps, “I don’t like this at all,” I whispered, keeping my voice low. “Don’t you both feel watched?”Dorian’s eyes flickered to mine. “Tonight we are seeking something deeper than the eyes of the forest. Focus wolfie.” Wolfie? I truly am wolf but why did it sound so rude and dismissive, we’ll have this conversation when I’m ready.I nodded, my gaze swept across the whole place, I felt my wolf stir in anticipation of what laid ahead. Every step I took felt heavy, and I knew it was only because we were slowly closing in on answers I wasn’t sure I was ready to face just yet. Hours had passed since we had been on this journey to where we were told the hermit lived. The forest had begun to thin on us. The trees still looked tw is Ted and their roots clawed at the ground like folded fingers.” At las

Eve’s POV“Tell me,” I said my voice shaking slightly as I spoke. “Did I bring the curse to Blackthorn?” I asked before the full break of dawn, it was the one question that had burned all night in my mind, the thought that the same curse we spent all the time seeking to end. I was responsible. Kimani was like a ghost, he never slept so I wasn’t surprised when I heard his voice again. “The curse was never gone, it was here long before the war of Harttman and Blackthorn, but we all believed the curse died with the Harttman pack, in truth, it should not be awake, it didnt just wake, something must have triggered it and I doubt your resurfacing did, something else did this.” He nodded slowly as though in a conversation with those we weren’t seeing. “You see, the witch influence was never purged, it stayed hidden, it slept. Events were being manipulated from the darkness ensuring that fear, greed and anger had a room to thrive. This was a quest for revenge.”“Revenge?” I asked my stomach

Eve’s POVNext on our list was a trip to see Malik’s mother because Malik felt she might know something. The journey here was scary, how does one even begin to explain to her. Malik’s hands held mine and squeezed lightly like he could read my thoughts. “We are okay.” He whispered softly. “Are you sure this is…right?” I asked quietly, “It’s the only lead we have.” He said. “I fee strongly that she would know something that may change the whole thing for us.” The house appeared ahead of us, as we got to the door. Malik knocked once and then again, the door opened to beautiful, her back though stiff and her stance rigid like she didn’t want us there, I knew this was such a bad idea. The air immediately became heavy with tension, I could feel every heartbeat in my chest sync with what I imagined to be the sound of pulse of tension in the house. Her voice cut through my thought like a blade. “What are you doing?”Malik stepped forward. “Hello to you too, mother.” He said pulling my ha

Eve’s POVI glanced at Malik, walking beside me, his posture tense, jaw tight. He hadn’t said much since we left her house. The forest felt quiet as we made our way back from Morwenna’s dwelling. My wolf was restless, pressing close beneath my skin, sensing the unease that hung around Morwenna, the way I felt around her isn’t something that only randomly started now for a while now I’ve had this uneasy feeling, my every instinct screamed that something was off, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.Meanwhile, Dorian still carried his detached demeanor. He walked ahead of was his eyes scanning the forest. Meanwhile, I had noticed that for a while now, Dorian had given me and Malik more space than we ever could have asked for, it was like he was actively trying to meet up to a certain vow or promise , i was sure he made himself. It was relieving yet. It was crazy to imagine how you could be strangers to someone who once meant the whole world to you, not like I regretted any of these, bu

Eve’s POV Malik calmed a little after a while although the bags under his eyes now looked heavier, Dorian now stood a few feets away, not sure why but my anxiety became something I could almost touch.None of us spoke, it didn't feel like silence, rather it felt like a delicate stitching of everything we didn’t know how to say. Finally, Dorian moved away from the spot he had been on, his steps quickened towards us. “At this point, it fees like we are basing everything based off words, or old tales.” He said in a low voice. “We can’t keep guessing, all these aren’t enough to proof anyone’s guilt. I exhaled heavily. “But everything leads back to her, how do we explain that?” “Leads back,” Dorian repeated, “it doesn’t prove anything.” A very valid distinction though. He was right, no matter how obvious and clear the signs were, they were still just signs, nothing but mere assumptions. My heart thudded against my ribs as I said the disappointing realization out loud. “There were no