All Chapters of BLOOD MOON BETRAYAL: A FORBIDDEN WEREWOLF ROMANCE.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

After discovering my strange ability to sense emotions during combat training, I spent the rest of the day trying to understand what was happening to me. Every person I passed, I could feel their feelings like they were my own. Emma's contentment while she cooked. Sophie's excitement about a letter from her cousin. Tom's frustration with a broken garden tool. It was overwhelming and fascinating at the same time. The next morning at breakfast, I decided to test my new ability more carefully. I sat at my usual table with Sophie and Marcus, but instead of joining their conversation, I focused on listening to their emotions. "The weather is supposed to be nice today," Sophie said cheerfully. But while her words were happy, I could feel something else underneath - sadness and worry. She was thinking about something that made her feel anxious. "That's great," Marcus replied. "Maybe we can do more outdoor training with Laila." His words seemed normal, but I sensed he was h

The next morning, I woke up with a determined resolve. I was tired of everyone treating me like I was too fragile to handle the truth. It was time to get real answers, starting with Kieran.I found him in his office after breakfast, sitting behind his desk reviewing pack documents. When I knocked on the door frame, he looked up with surprise and something that might have been hope."Laila," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Come in."It was the first time we had been alone together since our fight four days ago. I could feel his complex emotions - regret, longing, worry, and underneath it all, guilt about something much bigger than harsh words."We need to talk," I said, closing the door behind me and taking a seat across from his desk."I've been hoping you would say that," Kieran said. "Laila, I want to apologize again for what I said the other night. I was frustrated and angry and I took it out on you unfairly."I could feel the genuine remorse in his words, but there wa

After my conversation with Kieran in the forest, I realized that if I wanted real answers about my life, my parents and the dangers he claimed threatened me, I couldn't rely on what other people chose to tell me. I needed to find the truth myself.That evening, I decided to start with what I could learn about Seraphina. If her death was truly connected to my parents' deaths, then understanding what happened to her might help me understand what had happened to my family.The pack house had a large library on the second floor that I had only visited a few times. After dinner, when most people were relaxing in the common areas, I slipped upstairs to see what I could find.The library was quiet and dimly lit, with tall shelves filled with books about werewolf history, pack records, and various other topics. I wasn't sure exactly what I was looking for, but I hoped I might find some reference to Seraphina or the attack that killed her.I started with the pack records, looking for any m

After my terrifying dream about Seraphina and her warning that the killer was someone I trusted, I spent the morning in the library looking for the planted evidence she had mentioned. But despite hours of searching through pack records, I found nothing that seemed obviously out of place.Frustrated and exhausted, I decided to take a break and went to Mrs. Chen's garden to clear my head. The older woman was there, tending to her roses as usual."Hello, dear," she said warmly when she saw me. "You look troubled today.""I've been doing research about the pack's history," I said carefully. "Learning about past events." Mrs. Chen's emotions shifted slightly - I sensed knowledge and caution from her."History can be a heavy burden," she said. "Sometimes the past is better left undisturbed.""But what if the past holds answers to present dangers?" I asked.Mrs. Chen stopped her gardening and looked at me seriously. "What kind of dangers, child?"I wanted to tell her about Seraphina's

I barely slept that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I thought about Seraphina's words and her terrifying dream about my future. When morning came, I felt exhausted but determined to read the rest of her diary entries.I spent the day acting as normally as possible, but my mind kept wandering back to the photos I had taken. During lunch, I studied them on my phone when no one was looking.The final entries in Seraphina's diary were the most disturbing.Three weeks before her death:I'M CERTAIN NOW THAT SOMEONE IN OUR COMMUNITY IS WORKING WITH WHOEVER IS ELIMINATING THE SPECIAL BLOODLINES. THE ATTACKS ARE TOO WELL COORDINATED, TOO PERFECTLY TIMED. SOMEONE IS PROVIDING INSIDE INFORMATION ABOUT PACK SECURITY, FAMILY ROUTINES, AND INDIVIDUAL ABILITIES BUT WHO COULD IT BE? SOMEONE WITH ACCESS TO MULTIPLE PACKS, SOMEONE TRUSTED ENOUGH TO GATHER SENSITIVE INFORMATION WITHOUT AROUSING SUSPICION. THE THOUGHT THAT IT COULD BE SOMEONE I KNOW, SOMEONE I INTERACT WITH REGULARLY, MAKES ME