All Chapters of Moonlight Pact: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

POV: AriaRowan’s single word—Trouble—hung in the doorway long after the echo died.Cold trickled down my spine. Not fear, exactly.Recognition.Like my body understood something my mind didn’t.Maya hovered behind me, arms crossed, eyebrows raised.“Okay,” she said. “That’s not ominous at all. Super casual. Very normal.”Rowan didn’t react. He just watched the tree line, jaw tight, the muscles in his forearms strung like wire.He wasn’t ignoring her.He was listening—for something else.Something I couldn’t yet hear.The silence stretched, heavy and wrong.Then Rowan spoke without looking at either of us.“Stay inside.”It wasn’t a suggestion.Maya bristled. “Excuse me—?”“Inside,” he repeated.His voice wasn’t louder. It didn’t need to be.I stepped back, pulling Maya with me by the wrist.She frowned. “Aria, what—”“Not now,” I whispered. “Please.”Rowan didn’t move until the door closed between us.Only then did my breath leave my lungs.Maya paced, running both hands through her

POV: Aria Sleep was a rumor. The house had gone quiet hours ago. Maya’s breathing had settled into a soft, uneven rhythm in the next room. Rowan’s presence sat outside like a weight at the edge of my awareness. Kai was somewhere along the ridge, too far to see, too close not to feel. And the forest— The forest was not asleep. It pulsed against the windows. Not with sound. Not with movement. With attention. I lay on my side, staring at the thin slice of sky visible between the curtain and the fr

 POV: Kai I didn’t knock. I stepped into Aria’s living room the moment Rowan opened the door for me. His expression said everything before his mouth could. He’d felt it too. The shift.The awakening-under-pressure.The old presence hovering at her line. Aria stood near the window, hands wrapped around herself, shoulders tight. Her wolf was still inside her, still quiet—but the edges around her felt thinner. More permeable. Vulnerable. Dangerous. 

POV: RowanThe moment I crossed the threshold, my knees almost gave out.I caught the edge of the counter with one hand—quietly, I hoped—but Maya still noticed.“Sit,” she said, already dragging a chair toward me like I weighed nothing.“I’m fine.”“You’re bleeding,” she snapped. “That’s the opposite of fine.”I didn’t argue after that. Mostly because the room was tilting.Ash growled in my head—not angry, just frustrated we weren’t hunting the rogue down and ripping its spine out.Not now, I told him.He didn’t like that.

POV: MayaNo one spoke.Not when we turned off the gravel drive. Not when the house disappeared behind the trees. Not even when the road narrowed into something that felt less like infrastructure and more like a suggestion.The headlights carved tunnels through the dark.That should’ve been comforting.It wasn’t.I watched the forest slide past the windows, branches blurring together, shadows folding and unfolding like the woods were rearranging themselves just out of focus.“So,” I said finally, because silence was starting to feel dangerous. “Just ch