All Chapters of The Moon's Chosen : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

KIRA'S POVI stared at the link on my laptop screen for a long moment, my fingers hovering over the trackpad as if the slightest touch might make the page vanish. Then, with a deep breath, I clicked it. The screen flickered briefly, and a new page loaded, its text dark against the dim background. I leaned closer, my elbows resting on the table, my eyes narrowing at the words as they seemed to pull me in.The first paragraph was already chilling.“These werewolves hail from a pack long ago cursed by the Moon Goddess herself. The ancestors of this pack committed a grievous act, one that angered her beyond measure. Yet, for reasons none could comprehend, the Moon Goddess did not strike immediately. Instead, she granted them a time of grace—a window in which they could atone, correct their wrongs, and make offerings to appease her wrath. But the pack, in their arrogance and folly, did not use this period to seek forgiveness or balance. They sought power, attempting to bend the very wil

KIRA’S POVI didn’t realize I had leaned forward again until my back started to ache slightly against the couch. The laptop rested on my thighs, its glow the only real light in the room now. Everything else felt dimmer somehow, quieter, but that didn't stop me from reading.“At the time the curse was unleashed, the Alpha of the pack had a mate who was heavy with child. When chaos descended upon the land and the wrath of the Moon Goddess began to manifest, the fate of the Luna became one of the greatest mysteries left behind.”“Among the countless lives lost, her body was never recovered. While many perished to famine, pestilence, and the collapse of the land itself, the Luna’s remains were never accounted for. Whether she fell victim to the curse, was claimed by the devastation, or was absent from the territory altogether remains unknown.I swallowed hard, my eyes glued to the screen.“Some accounts suggest that in the earliest days of the curse—before its full severity became known

KIRA’S POV“Hey! Stop!”My voice tore through the quiet woods as I ran, my breath coming out sharp and uneven. The hooded figure ahead of me did not slow down. If anything, they moved faster, weaving between trees like they knew this forest far better than I did.“Stop running!” I shouted again, anger rising in my chest with every step I took.Branches whipped against my arms, leaves crunched beneath my feet, and the cold night air burned my lungs. My heart pounded hard, not just from running, but from pure frustration. I had been seconds away from taking off my clothes to shift. Seconds. Whoever this was had been watching me. Hiding. Peeping in the dark like some kind of creep.What kind of person does that?“Who are you?” I yelled. “Why were you watching me?”No answer.The hood stayed pulled low, hiding the person’s face completely. Moonlight filtered through the trees, but it wasn’t enough to see who it was. All I could make out was a slim figure, moving fast, too fast.My

KIRA’S POVThe wooden box sat half-buried in the disturbed earth, its edges coated with damp soil, its surface darkened by age and time.Neither Lydia nor I moved for a long moment.The forest felt unnaturally quiet around us. My heart thudded loudly in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears as I stared down at the thing we had uncovered.A box.That was all it was supposed to be.And yet, nothing about it felt simple.Pain flared up my leg, but I ignored it, fixing my gaze on the box instead. The wood was old—older than anything I had ever seen. Strange carvings ran along the box, faint but etched deep enough to survive the years.Lydia's breathing was shallow, controlled, like she was afraid that too much sound might wake something.“Do you… feel that?” she whispered.I swallowed. “Feel what?”She hesitated, eyes never leaving the box. “Like it doesn’t want to be touched.”That sent a shiver crawling up my spine.I reached out, hesitated for half a second, then brushed the dirt a

KIRA’S POVI realized what was happening a second too late.Lydia wasn’t just frustrated.She was spiraling.The way her hands shook, the way her eyes darted between me and the box like it might vanish if she blinked—this wasn’t curiosity anymore. This wasn’t excitement or discovery.This was a mind being pulled in too many directions at once.I inhaled deeply through my nose and forced myself to stay calm. If I pushed her too hard, this could turn ugly very fast.So I did what I’d done countless times before in the hospital.I softened my tone.“Lydia,” I said gently, lowering myself so we were at eye level. “Look at me.”She hesitated, then slowly lifted her gaze.“That’s it,” I murmured, like I was soothing a frightened pup. “Just breathe with me. In… and out.”She tried. I could see her chest rise too quickly, fall too fast.“We’re okay,” I continued. “Nothing is happening right now. You’re safe.”She stared at me for a long moment, then shook her head weakly. “We’re in the midd