Semua Bab The Moon's Chosen : Bab 131 - Bab 140

KIRA’S POVNo one spoke for a long time.The silence that followed my confession was not peaceful or calm. It was thick, awkward, and uncomfortable, like a heavy fog that refused to lift no matter how long you waited. It pressed down on my chest and made every breath feel louder than it should have been.Erica sat frozen on the couch, her hands clasped together so tightly her knuckles had gone pale. She stared straight ahead, but I could tell she wasn’t really seeing anything. Her jaw was clenched, her lips pressed into a thin line, and there was a faint crease between her brows that only appeared when her mind was spinning too fast for her to keep up with.She didn’t say I was lying.She didn’t say she believed me either.And somehow, that was worse.I shifted slightly, the movement sending a dull spike of pain through my head. I hissed softly and leaned back again, closing my eyes for a brief second. When I opened them, Erica was adjusting on the couch—uncrossing her legs, the

KIRA’S POVThe room was still, too still, as my words hung in the air. I could feel the weight of her frustration pressing down on me, like every breath I took made the space between us feel smaller, tighter. Every sound felt sharper, more pointed.Her eyes were fixed on Anton, but I knew her thoughts were swirling, caught between what she thought she knew and what she couldn’t quite bring herself to believe.Finally, she broke the silence, her voice sharp, cutting through the tension. "Why?" she asked, her hands resting on her hips in frustration. "Why should we even look into this? What’s the point of dredging up stories from the past that we don’t even know are real? It’s not like we have any evidence. None of this is tangible."I leaned forward in my seat, feeling the ache in my head but pushing it aside as I focused on the conversation. I knew where this was going, but I needed her to hear me. We couldn’t keep pretending like nothing was happening. We had to face it, even if it

THIRD POVEven as night had long fallen over Night Crescent, the Alpha’s office was still lit.The air inside the room felt heavy. Thick. No one spoke.Five guards stood in a straight line before the large wooden desk. Their backs were stiff. Their eyes were fixed forward.Behind the desk stood Alpha Alec.His hands were pressed flat against the surface. His shoulders were squared. His face was calm — too calm.The silence stretched.Then one of the guards cleared his throat.“We still haven’t located Dr. Hale, Alpha.”The words had barely left his mouth when Alec’s hand slammed down on the desk.The loud crack echoed through the room.“What do you mean you haven’t located her?” Alec snapped.His voice was sharp. Controlled — but only barely.The guards did not move.“How does one woman vanish from my territory?” he demanded. “From my land?”No one answered.Alec stepped out from behind the desk slowly. His boots were quiet against the floor.“Are you blind?” he asked coldly. “Or just

THIRD POVThe forest did not feel the same anymore.At first, it had only been dark.Now it felt aware.Alpha Alec and the guards pushed forward at a relentless pace, boots slamming against damp earth, branches snapping beneath the weight of their urgency. The figure ahead had vanished again behind a slope thick with brambles, but the sound of its movement still teased their ears — just close enough to keep hope alive, just far enough to remain out of reach.“Spread slightly,” Alec ordered in a low voice. “Do not lose sight of one another.”“Yes, Alpha.”They adjusted their formation, though the trees were growing denser, their trunks twisting. The air felt heavier the deeper they moved, colder despite the exertion warming their bodies.For a few minutes, there was nothing but the rhythm of pursuit.Then it happened.The youngest guard, trailing slightly to the right, stiffened abruptly.He slowed. His breath caught. Something had brushed his ear.Not a branch.Not wind.A voice.A

THIRD POVThe knock landed like a stone dropped into still water.Inside the house, the faint murmur of conversation died instantly.Kira had been mid-sentence, her hands loosely clasped in front of her as she tried to explain something to Anton, while Erica leaned back against the arm of the couch with her usual guarded expression. The sound cut through the room. They all froze.For a second, none of them even made a sound.Anton was the first to speak, though his voice was lower than usual, stripped of its usual firmness and edged with caution. “Were you expecting someone?”His eyes did not leave the door as he asked the question. Instead, they remained fixed on it, sharp and calculating, as though he could see straight through the wood and into the darkness outside. Kira blinked, her brows drawing together. “No.”Another beat of silence passed as they stared at each other.Erica straightened slowly. “Did you tell someone to come here this late?”Kira shook her head almost immed