All Chapters of Moonlight Knows My Name : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Eve’s Pov However quiet it felt was everything I knew we had earned, it didn't feel empty nor did it feel tense, it was just right, like ice after a sunny day. Malik and I laid side by side on the cool grass behind the pack's ground, our hands close enough that I could feel his warmth without really touching him. The sky stretched endlessly yet beautifully above us, scattered with stars that seemed even brighter this night. I felt watched and guarded by the universe itself, it was safe to say, I felt like I was being listened to. I exhaled completely, letting myself melt to the earth beneath me. “ Imagine,” I said softly, breaking the comfortable silence. “That the life we had in Germany was real”Malik turned his head slightly to look at me and even in the dark I could still feel his attention, every bit of it settle fully on me and my words. “Imagine we were really just…humans,” I continued, “with jobs, proper schedules and worries that ended at traffic jams and deadlines.” I s

Eve’s POV You know the thing with aftermath is that they never announce themselves with thunder, you never see them coming sometimes, sure you know something follows after every situation, good or bad right? But you just never know what to expect so you don’t prepare or stay guarded, they just show up and when they do, they settle and you watch to either survive or die in it. I got so used to hearing, it gets better at dawn that i slowly found myself believing it in times when hope and delusions felt like the only thing to hold on to, and so i clung to them even as i slept but when dawn finally came at Blackthorn, it didn't come with relief nor did it feel better, a reminder that hopes and dreams were things that only belonged to the world of the humans. My body ached in ways sleep did not heal, I could tell that what had stirred at night had found its way deep inside of me and probably rearranged things without asking. My markings burned but they did not hurt, they only reminded me

Eve’s POV The one thing the human world never took from me was journaling, though Blackthorn took my sense of safety and the human world? Well it took my certainty, but there I slowly learnt how to breathe again, it didn’t matter if I was drowning, I had to breathe. When everything else known to me slipped through my fingers, my beliefs, my relationships and the routines that had carried me through my entire life, I still knew how to pick up a pen and tell the truth, even if I couldn’t say it out loud. Writing was the only place I was allowed to be unfiltered, I wasn’t trying to be careful with my words such that it protects or calms people or gives them the hope I was yet to find, it was just me and my page. I sat on the edge of my bed, journal resting against my knees and my pen, dancing in my hands, the room smelled of wood and pine, a scent that should have comforted me at least but tonight it only reminded me that I was a survivor but it wasn’t in the comfort of my home I lear

Eve’s POV Power has a sound when it shifts, it isn’t loud, nor does it sound like anything we are made to believe about this sound in stories, sincerely, the sound of power is quiet, but it chokes, holds out every sir in your lungs, holds your feet together that movement is replaced with a trembling force, I could tell it was how the council chamber felt before Dorian spoke, I had not been invited and that alone should have been my cue to sit my ass somewhere very far but I am Eve right?I stood outside the caved wooden doors, my back against the cool stone wall, pretending to examine the runes along the corridor, Malik had been called away seconds before now, it was something about patrol coordination, his jaw was already tight when he left and I assured him I would wait, its not like i had expected to overhear anything But the walls of Blackthorn had never known how exactly to keep secrets“We are trying so hard to ignore it when clearly we know, patterns do not lie.” One of the

Malik’s POV You blink a second and you would miss it, distance wasn’t something you noticed all at once especially since it doesn’t announce itself with slammed doors or raised voices, it creeps through small things, pauses where there used to be laughter, you get answers that sound right yet they feel wrong, you find eyes looking at you without fully landing, that’s when you notice it…the space that did not always exist, it was how I noticed she was pulling away She was still beside me, we still slept in the same room, she still spoke and certainly still listened to me, but something in her had folded inward I felt it the first morning after the council meeting She moved through the lodge with ease, her hair braided loosely down her back, she was calm and quiet, a far cry from the usual yapper she was. She poured tea, handed me a cup asked about the rotations, everything was just normal except that she didn’t touch me not even absentmindedly “You seem quiet today,” I said, watc