All Chapters of Moonlight Knows My Name : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Eve’s POV When your heart and body move as one,when they connect and operate in the same way, you begin to know things before your body has language for them. I was standing at the edge of the clearing watching the morning most slowly loosen its grip on the forest when I felt this pang of pain in my chest. My breath stalled halfway in and the world tilted just enough to hold in the awareness that something had changed even if I couldn’t name it Malik. My fingers curled, nails biting into my palms as if my body already knew what my mind was trying to catch up to …he’s hurt I took a step back and then another, my heart hammering as if it were trying to outrun something I couldn’t see. “No,no,no” I whispered to myself I pressed a hand to my chest as if it would still the sensation, I could feel that something was wrong and I could only hope he wasn’t in pain but with everything I was feeling, I could tell that something was terribly wrong, but I didn’t think he was deadHe wasn’t de

Eve’s POV I didn’t go looking for him, well at least that was the lie I told myself as im my feet carried me down the narrow stone corridor that led away from the council’s chamber, past the torches that flickered like nervous people. I told myself I was only walking to clear my head, to outrun the pressure building behind my eyes, that this was why I didn’t wait for Malik to open his eyes before leaving, that I was getting justice for him. Rage always had a direction and mine led straight to the alpha of Blackthorn, Dorian.I heard him before I saw him, his voice low as though he was actively trying to not be heard by anyone among us, he was speaking to one of the guards stationed near my wing. Alpha-perfect, I noticed the injury on his shoulders and for a second my resolve softened but I didn’t let it, I was angry and it was all his fault, he just stood like the world wasn’t cracking under his feet, as if he wasn’t seeing exactly what his crazy betrothed was doing, if he had forgo

Eve’s POV I was on my feet before Malik reached for me, the cup in my hands shattering against the floor as it slipped from numb fingers. The sound of it breaking felt small compared to the roaring in my ears. “Eve,” Malik said sharply The bells began to ring, low and frantic peaks that set every nerve on edge. Wolves poured from doorways, half-shifted, weapons half-drawn, smoke drifted over the treetops to the north, thin and black against the grey sky. We weren’t sure it was fire but that was the safest guess we had We didnt speak as we ran, the ground felt wrong, it was warm as though it had been wounded from below. I could feel the magic long before we reached the clearing,I felt it twisting against my skin like a living thing.The patrol markers ended abruptly at the tree line, no blood or bodies, the earth was scorched in a perfect, uneven ring, the soil fused into blackened glass that cracked beneath our boots. Trees leaned away from the center as if it was recoiling, bark

Eve’s POV I stopped shrinking when I realized the forest was still listening, it wasn’t listening the way a prey listens for danger or the way wolves listen for orders, it was listening in the way a father would listen to a child,it listened in the way the ancient listens when it recognizes its own name spoken aloud after centuries of silence.I had spent a long time trying so hard to be quiet, to be the definition of perfect for a world that would end me without baiting an eyelid I tried to stay quiet in the way I breath, the way I walked through Blackthorn, the way I walked through Blackthorn, in the way I held the power folded tightly inside my ribs like a dangerous secret, I learned early that survival depended on how little space I occupied, I existed gently, I apologized for things that were never my fault. I apologized for being cursed, I remained sorry for being alive, for appearing too much but tonight it all ended, I was totally done. The decision did not come in a blaze

Dorian’s POV Blackthorn had always been more than a place, it was on its own alive, a living breathing thing aside the drama and full blown struggle to stay alive, there was the little things that made it a home, footsteps echoing through corridors, guards trading shifts, the low murmur of council debates but tonight the halls felt held, as though the pack itself was waiting to see what I would do next but I didn’t. I turned the corner hard, my boot striking stone and there I saw Astrid, standing near her own chamber, her posture relaxed with fingers trailing lightly along the wall as though she belonged to the place by right. She turned when she sensed me. “Dorian,”she said softly, turning towards me. “You seem…restless.” “Funny,” I replied, stopping a few steps away. “I was thinking the same about you.” Her smile didn't falter, but something flickered behind her eyes, defenses sliding quietly into place. “You’ve been quite busy.” I continued in a low voice. “You are at every co