All Chapters of The Moon's Chosen : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KIRA'S POV.The moment stretched longer than it should have. I stood there in my bedroom, just trying to understand what in goddess name was happening, trying to breathe normally. My chest felt tight, my skin buzzing with a kind of fear I didn’t want to acknowledge. After a while I gathered myself enough to reach for my clothes.My hands were shaking so badly I almost dropped my shirt twice.“Get it together, Kira,” I whispered to myself, even though the words did nothing to help in anyway.I dressed as quickly as I could, grabbed my bag, and headed out of the house. The cold morning air hit my face, and it almost felt refreshing, almost. But the truth is, it didn’t calm the strange heaviness in my chest. My feet carried me straight to the pack hospital.The building was already full of movement when I walked in. Nurses paced through the halls in white uniforms, carrying trays, arranging files, pushing carts. Someone laughed. Someone else scolded a junior nurse for mixing up a report

KIRA'S POV.I stood frozen in the hallway, my thoughts still tangled from everything that had just happened with Lydia in the there just seconds ago. The weight of it pressed on my chest so hard that it almost hurt. I could still see her pale face, the panic in her eyes, and the way her voice shook when she talked about th shadow. For a moment, I felt the walls closing in around me.I needed a break—just a short one.If I didn’t pull myself together, I wouldn’t be able to help anyone today, not even her. Goddess knows I already have enough to deal with as it is.I took a deep breath and forced my shoulders to straighten. My steps were slow as I walked down the hallway, letting the familiar smell of the infirmary calm me. I did a mental count of everything I saw on the way to ground myself in the presence. Medicine. Clean floors. The faint buzzing of lights. It all helped me shift my mind back into the professional space I needed so desperately.I still had other patients to check on

Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, creating golden stripes across Amanda’s luxurious room. She lay sprawled across her enormous bed like a princess on a throne, blankets half-kicked off, hair tossed wildly around her pillow. Her lips were slightly pouted even in sleep.She stirred.A small groan slipped from her lips as she stretched lazily, not fully awake yet. She blinked slowly, annoyed at the brightness of the sun. “Ugh… morning already?” she mumbled under her breath.Then, before she could shift again, she felt a close, warm presence behind her.The mattress dipped slightly, as though someone had carefully sat down right beside her.Amanda didn’t even question it at first — she simply rolled her eyes dramatically.Of course it was Alec. Who else would dare walk into her room?Then a warm, solid, firm hand settled on her shoulder.Amanda huffed loudly, exaggerating her annoyance. “Oh, seriously?” she snapped, still facing away. “Alec, what are you even doing here? I’

THIRD POV Amanda’s fingers trembled slightly as she held the phone close to her ear again.“Hello?” she repeated, irritation sharpening her voice.Nothing.Just empty silence pressing against her eardrum.She rolled her eyes, loudly sighing. “Ugh, seriously? Who calls someone this early just to keep quiet? Do people not have manners anymore?”But before her annoyance could bloom further, a sudden violent burst of static crackled through the line — loud, sharp, unnatural.Amanda shrieked and instantly jerked back, flinging the phone from her hand like it had burned her.“Ah! What on earth?!” she yelped, stumbling backward so quickly her chair screeched against the floor.The phone hit the ground with a clatter, skidding across the tiles.Every maid in the dining room snapped their heads toward her.Their eyes widened, their expressions shifted — confusion, worry… and something uneasy.Amanda’s chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as she clutched the back of a chair for balance. Then

KIRA'S POVI sat behind my desk, papers spread in front of me, charts, patient reports, and daily schedules stacked in uneven piles. My pen hovered over a document, but my eyes were somewhere else entirely. My mind refused to cooperate. It kept wandering back to the events of the day—the shadow in the bathroom, Lydia’s terrified face, Anton’s haunted eyes, and the inexplicable bead on Lydia’s bracelet. My chest felt tight, my fingers tapping absent-mindedly against the edge of the desk.“Focus, Kira,” I whispered to myself, trying to summon the discipline that had served me so well. I glanced at the first page, but the words swam on the paper. Numbers, charts, schedules—none of it mattered right now. None of it could matter. My thoughts were elsewhere.The office door opened quietly, and I barely registered it at first.“Kira?”I looked up, blinking, and saw Erica standing there, holding a folder. Her brow was slightly furrowed, and there was a small smile tugging at her lips. “I br