All Chapters of The Moon's Chosen : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

THIRD POV Alec’s office felt too small for the storm raging inside him.He paced back and forth across the polished floor, his boots striking the ground with sharp, angry sounds that echoed off the walls. Every step he took felt like it carried the weight of his fury with it, building, tightening, coiling in his chest like something alive.“How dare she,” he growled, running a hand through his hair before clenching it into a fist. “How dare she defy me.”He stopped abruptly, turning toward his desk as if Kira herself were standing there, arms crossed, that stubborn look in her eyes that always made his temper spike.“I gave her room,” he continued aloud, his voice harsh in the empty office. “I gave her patience. I gave her respect. And this is what I get in return?”He let out a sharp, humorless laugh and shook his head.“I should have known better,” he said bitterly. “I have been too lenient. Far too lenient.”The memory of the phone call replayed in his mind, every word she had th

THIRD POVThe pack grounds buzzed with restrained urgency as the guards split up.Alec’s command had been clear—find Kira, no matter what it took—and no one dared to take it lightly. The guards moved with purpose now, dividing themselves into smaller units, spreading across the territory in calculated patterns. Some headed toward the woods, others toward nearby residences, and a separate group was dispatched straight to the hospital.This group had not been part of the earlier search.They did not know how close Kira had already been.All they knew was that Dr. Hale was missing and they needed to find her.The hospital was busy, filled with the familiar rhythm of footsteps, murmured conversations, and rolling equipment filling the halls. Nurses moved briskly from room to room, clipboards tucked against their chests, expressions tired but focused.The guards entered in formation, drawing immediate attention.People noticed guards anywhere. Conversations dipped slightly as they passe

THIRD POVThe woods seemed endless the deeper Erica and Anton went.Branches clawed at their clothes as they pushed through narrow paths that looked like they had not been used in a long time. Dry leaves crunched beneath their feet, the sound unnervingly loud in the otherwise quiet forest. The light filtering through the trees was dimmer now, the canopy above thick enough to block most of the sky.Neither of them mentioned Kira’s house.Not once did it cross their minds to go back there.The guards had said she was not home. They had searched the place. Forced entry. Cleared every room.To Erica, that meant one thing—time spent going back there would be wasted time. And time was something she felt slipping through her fingers with every step she took deeper into the woods.She walked ahead, her pace fast and uneven, eyes constantly scanning the surroundings. Anton followed a few steps behind her, careful not to crowd her, but close enough that she could not forget he was there.Th

THIRD POV The forest had grown darker by the minute.What little light filtered through the thick canopy above was now dull and gray, the sun sinking far beyond reach. Shadows stretched between the trees, long and distorted, turning every bend in the path into something uncertain. The air felt heavier too, damp and cold, carrying the faint scent of soil and decaying leaves.Erica wiped sweat and dirt from her forehead with the back of her hand, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface. Her legs ached. Her throat felt dry from calling Kira’s name over and over again until her voice had gone hoarse.Nothing.No answer.No sign.No trace.Anton walked a few steps behind her again, the same distance he had kept for most of the search. Close enough to follow, far enough not to provoke her more than necessary. He had learned quickly that saying the wrong thing—or even breathing too loudly—could set her off.They had searched everywhere Erica could think of. The narrow trail

THIRD POV Erica moved before she could even think.The moment Anton pulled Kira’s body out from behind the fallen objects, Erica rushed forward with a sharp gasp, dropping to her knees beside them. Her hands trembled as she reached out, afraid to touch at first, afraid of what she would feel beneath her fingers.“Kira… Kira, please,” she whispered desperately.Up close, the damage was impossible to ignore.Blood matted Kira’s hair, dark and sticky against her scalp. A deep cut split the side of her forehead, swollen and angry, dried blood streaking down her temple and into her eyebrow. Her face was pale—far too pale—and bruises marred her cheek and jaw. Her clothes were torn in several places, fabric ripped as if she had been dragged or fought desperately against something far stronger than her.Scratches lined her arms, her neck, her legs—long, jagged marks that looked raw and painful. Some were shallow, others deeper, oozing faintly. Her hands were trembling weakly, fingers t