All Chapters of Moonlight Knows My Name : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Malik’s POV I did not go looking for Morwenna with a plan, after all plans belonged to men who still believed the world was fair and orderly, those who still believed they had a life assistant somewhere that just wrote down these plans and ensured its execution, plans were for those who still believed that truth would always reveal itself and that monsters announced their coming to give you some time to prepare. Instead I went to look for her with my mother’s blood still drying beneath my nails, with grief sitting so heavy in my chest that every breath felt like a knife to my skin. It felt like the forest parted for me as I walked, it wasn’t because it feared me but because it knew there was little it could do to stop me. How do you convince a man with nothing to lose that there was danger on the path he was treading? Every step I took burned with vivid memories of my mother’s last moment, her voice breaking, the way the marker ignited and stole her life like she was just an obje

Eve’s POV What i felt first was this heat, it didn't feel like the gentle warmth of a firelight one would reach out for when it got too cold, I could feel power collide with power and even my entire body seemed to feel the impact of it, I ran towards it before anyone could stop meBy the time I got out wolves were already pouring in from every direction, patrols abandoning their routes, healers leaving half-finished work, elders leaning on staffs as form hurried faster than their age could allow, wolves poured out in pairs, in groups, entire bloodlines drawn by instinct to the same epicenter of destruction. Then I saw Malik as the clearing opened before us all, the stone behind him had been cracked, trees m scorched black at the roots and at the center of it all was my Malik, drenched in his own blood, barely upright facing Morwenna, she just stood there looking completely untouched. I watched in shock as power coiled around her, dark magic rippling outward in waves that made even

Eve’s POV After my long monologue, the next thing I felt was fire racing across the pack grounds in a violent rush, it wasn’t your usual flame type…no, there was absolutely nothing natural about it, it burned blue-white at the core, edged with black. It devoured wards like paper, literally licked up wooden structures in less than a heart beat, it scorched all that stood in its way down to bones, wolves scampered around for safety, shouting and dragging their little ones, before one could process the escalation of event, the injured among us were already being shoved towards the tree lines. And at the center of it, fanning and directing was Morwenna, our nemesis. Her arms were spread wide, her head thrown back, her mouth opened in what was supposed to be laughter as magic poured from her like blood from an open wound.“So much for your beautiful speech, Eve.” She laughed even harder. “If things won’t go my way, if I can’t have my own peace, then none of you will!”I felt my wolf reco

Astrid’s POV To an extent, I always thought confession felt more like relief, you know just finally and fully breathing after a long long time. I thought a confession was nothing sort of a door opening, like freedom, I think what I’m trying to say it, when I did this I thought it would feel like exposing my injury to air after years of complete rot. But I was wrong, confession was nothing like I thought it would be,realistically it felt like standing naked in winter stripped of not just lies but the armour the lies became. It felt like choosing to bleed where everyone could see and knowing that in the end some wounds never closed. The pack summoned at dawn by what I felt was instinct or what had happened the previous day, or maybe it was because since Morwenna’s death, it had felt like even the land had been trying hard to hold its breath. Wolves stood shoulder to shoulder at the clearing, they looked exhausted, while some had angry looks for reasons best known to them, others looke

Eve’s POV I guess, if I had a reason to speak to someone going through all the drama and hurdles I’ve had to face I already know what to tell them. I may never have the right words to say to them, they may never be able to draw strength from me, because contrary to the general belief, you cannot draw strength from another person except you are now living in that situation yourself. You never know the limit of your own strength or the extent to which you can stretch it except you have faced the demons yourself, we may share similar stories but hardly do we share the same strength so all I would say is, after all has been said and done, the beginning of your story is what you choose to keep at the endThe morning of the mating ceremony arrived without fanfare. There were no horns, no summons through the trees, no elders running around to ensure everything looked impressive enough to be remembered. When I woke up the world felt intentionally quiet, I wanted to believe that Blackthorn it