All Chapters of The Moon's Chosen : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

THIRD POV Erica froze the instant her eyes fully took in the drawings laid out in Anton’s hands, her body locking as if rooted to the spot. Her breath caught painfully in her throat, a sharp, involuntary gasp ripped from her chest before she could rein it in. For a brief moment, she could only stare, her mind struggling to process what she was seeing.“What the hell is that?” she whispered aloud at last, the words slipping out in a stunned breath, not truly directed at Anton and not expecting any response in return.The sketches themselves were rough and unpolished, yet every line had been placed clearly, as though they had been drawn in a rush driven by obsession or fear. That frantic intensity clung to the paper, crawling under her skin and making her shiver. The creature taking shape on the page was wrong in every possible sense of the word. Its limbs were stretched far too long, bending at angles that felt unnatural, while its posture was predatory, like something poised to s

THIRD POV Anton stepped into the living room and, without a word, held out the scissors toward Erica.She took them quickly, their fingers brushing briefly in the exchange. “Thank you,” she murmured, her voice low, before her focus snapped back to Kira.She snipped the excess bandage with a precise, clean cut, carefully tucking and securing the wrap around Kira’s head.Every movement was clean and practiced, yet there was an unmistakable tension coiled through her body, as if each muscle were wound tight like a stretched wire.For a few moments, the room was filled only with the soft, methodical snip of the scissors, Kira’s shallow, uneven breaths, and the faint rustle of fabric shifting under Erica’s hands.Then Erica’s gaze snapped upward.She frowned, a small crease forming between her brows. “Wait,” she said, gesturing subtly toward Anton’s hand. “What’s that?”Anton hesitated, his fingers tightening instinctively. In his left hand, partially crumpled from how hard he’d been gri

ANTON’S POVI did not realize when I started talking that I would not be able to stop.At first, it was just one more thing added to everything I had already said, another uneasy detail meant to explain why my chest felt too tight and why the walls of this house suddenly felt thinner than they should have been. Erica sat across from me, still close to Kira, her posture angled protectively toward the couch, her attention split between listening to me and checking that Kira was still breathing evenly.“I keep telling myself it’s nothing,” I said quietly, my voice sounding too loud in the still room. “That the hospital is just an old place, that noises travel, that stress makes the mind play tricks. But it keeps happening.”Erica nodded once, a small, almost automatic gesture, her eyes flicking briefly to my face before dropping again. “Hospitals are creepy by default,” she said lightly. “That doesn’t mean—”“I know,” I cut in, then softened my tone. “I know what you’re going to say. Th

ANTON’S POVFor a few seconds after my last question, Erica did not move at all.She stood there with her arms folded tightly across her chest, staring at a spot on the wall like the answers might be written into the paint if she looked hard enough. The silence stretched again, thick and uncomfortable, and I could hear Kira’s breathing behind us—slow, shallow, steady for now.Then Erica let out a short, sharp laugh.“You know,” she said suddenly, her tone light in a way that felt wrong, “this reminds me of something people used to talk about years ago.”I didn’t say anything. I waited.She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, eyes still not on me. “Back when I was a lot younger. People in the pack used to say they saw shadows behind their houses.”That made my stomach tighten.“Shadows?” I repeated carefully.“Yeah.” She waved a hand dismissively, like she was brushing dust off a shelf. “Just shadows. At the back of their houses. Near the tree line. Near fences. Stuff like

ANTON’S POVThe room felt suspended, caught between breaths. Even Kira’s steady breathing from the couch sounded too loud now, like it didn’t belong in the same space as whatever Erica was about to say next.“It’s not like I believe that one either,” she said at last, her voice low, almost defensive. “Not really.”I watched the muscles in her shoulders tense as she spoke, as if she expected me to challenge her immediately.“But,” I said quietly.She let out a tired breath. “But it stuck. That’s all I’m saying.”“That’s never just all,” I replied.She turned then, slowly, her expression guarded.I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t move closer. “You just told me it’s the one story you can’t get out of your head,” I said evenly. “People don’t carry things like that for no reason.”Her jaw tightened. For a second, I thought she might shut down again, might try to wave it off the way she had earlier. Instead, she sighed and dragged a hand down her face, as if giving in to something she had