All Chapters of The Moon's Chosen : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

KIRA'S POVI sat alone in my office long after Erica left, the silence pressing against my ears in that heavy way that made everything inside my head feel louder than it should be. The room felt too still, too quiet, almost as if the air itself was waiting for me to do something, but I did not even know what that something was supposed to be. I leaned back in my chair and let out a long, shaky sigh, the kind that deflated my whole chest, as if I were trying to release all the confusion, fear, and exhaustion that had been piling up layer by layer since this morning.My mind drifted back to the place I had shoved the bead I found on my window as if hiding it could make the uneasiness it brought disappear. It had not disappeared. If anything, the silence of my office made it feel louder — that tiny bead, lying still and innocent, yet somehow screaming at me that something was wrong.Lydia’s bead.I rubbed my forehead slowly. Why would Lydia’s bead be on my window? Why would something

KIRA'S POV I jolted awake.My whole body lurched forward like someone had yanked me out of a drowning sea. My breath tore out of my chest in sharp, broken gasps, and my fingers clawed into the edge of my desk before I even understood where I was.I was in my office.Not the stone room. Not the lantern-lit hallway. Not under the pulsing Blood Moon.I was in my office.But the terror didn’t fade. If anything, it grew sharper.My heart thumped painfully against my ribs, hard and frantic, like it wanted to break free. Sweat clung to my forehead, dripping along the side of my face as I struggled to suck in a shaky breath.The dream flashed behind my eyes again.That sky. That moon… glowing like a bleeding wound in the heavens.I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to calm my racing mind.A Blood Moon… Why would I see that? Why now?Another breath trembled out of me."No… no, no, this doesn’t make sense," I whispered to myself, pressing a palm to my chest in a weak effort to steady my heartbeat

KIRA'S POVThe breath caught in my throat so violently that it felt like something clawed up my chest and shut my airway for a full second. A sharp gasp tore out of me, loud, raw, uncontrolled. My grip on the glass slipped instantly.It fell.I didn’t even feel it leaving my fingers—one moment it was in my hand, the next it was tumbling downward. The shattering sound exploded through the silent kitchen, echoing off the walls with a sharpness that rattled straight into my bones. Glittering shards scattered across the floor.My body moved on instinct, spinning around so fast that the air rushed past my ears.But—There was nothing. No one.Just the kitchen. It was empty, still and quiet.My heart was sprinting inside my chest, thudding against my ribs like it was trying to break free. I stared, wide-eyed, at the empty space behind me, the place where that figure had been just seconds ago— tall, shadowy, unmoving.But now… nothing.I took one wary step forward, my breath trembling as

KIRA'S POVThe attic door creaked faintly as I pushed it open. The sound was soft, but in the quiet of the hallway it echoed a little, brushing a shiver along my arms. I shifted my weight on my good leg, braced myself on the doorframe, and reached for the small switch beside the entrance.With a muted click, the dim attic bulb flickered twice—once, twice—before stabilizing into a glow that barely pushed the shadows away from the corners of the room. Dust motes floated gently in the air rising and falling with every breath I took.I stepped inside, limping slightly, the towel around my foot already warm and damp again. I could feel the throb of the wound, but I ignored it for now. This balm—Healer Wynna’s balm—was my best hope. I just needed to find it.“Okay… okay,” I muttered under my breath as I took another step forward, my fingers brushing against the railing for balance. “It should be here. It has to be here.”The attic smelled like old wood, forgotten boxes, and the faint hin

KIRA'S POV I stared at the ring lying on the attic floor, my mind momentarily blank.It was small, simple at first glance, resting there like it had every right to be. Slowly, I reached out and picked it up between my fingers. It was colder than I expected, the metal sending a faint chill into my skin. I turned it over once, then again, studying it more carefully this time.Along the rim, faint markings were carved into the metal—thin lines that curved and intersected in a pattern I didn’t recognize. They weren’t random scratches. They were intentional. My brows furrowed as curiosity bloomed deeper in my chest.“What are you?” I murmured under my breath.I tilted the ring closer to the attic light, squinting as I examined the markings from different angles. They didn’t look decorative. They looked… symbolic. Like they were meant to represent something rather than just look pretty.A strange thought crept into my mind.Could this have something to do with the letter?I leaned in