All Chapters of The Moon's Chosen : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KIRA’S POVMinutes passed.I didn’t know how many.The laptop screen had gone dim in front of me, the light fading as if it, too, had grown tired of what it had shown me. I was still seated on the edge of the bed, hands resting uselessly on my thighs, eyes unfocused, mind racing in tight, painful circles.I swallowed slowly.“Think,” I whispered to myself, my voice sounding too loud in the quiet room. “Just think.”Everything I had read kept replaying in my head. The words. The warnings. The consequences. They tangled together until I couldn’t tell where facts ended and fear began.What if it wasn’t true?What if those articles were just myths passed down by those who didn’t understand what they were dealing with? Stories exaggerated over centuries, warped by fear and imagination. That made sense. It had to.But then…Why did it fit so perfectly?I squeezed my eyes shut, pressing my fingers against my temples. Lydia’s face surfaced again—confused, agitated, so sure and yet so lost

KIRA’S POV.Sleep was restless and shallow, no surprise there. It was expected after the kind of day I had. I kept turning beneath the blankets, my body uneasy even as my mind drifted. My wolf shifted inside me, uncomfortable, pacing in a way that told me something was wrong—but exhaustion pulled me under anyway.And then suddenly, I was no longer in my room. I was no longer lying in my bed.I stood in the middle of a dark clearing.At first, I thought it was a forest. The ground beneath my feet was rough and cold, and the air smelled damp, like wet soil after rain. But as I looked around, unease crept into my chest. The trees stood too still. There were no insects, no birds, no wind through the leaves.No life.The air felt strange against my skin, as if it didn’t want me there.“What in the goddess’s name…” I whispered, my voice sounding small. “This isn’t right. Where am I?”“Maya,” I called out for my wolf, frowning when she didn’t respond.“Maya, are you there?”Still no an

THIRD POV.It was the middle of the night, and the pack house had long fallen silent.Alpha Alec sat alone in his office, shoulders tense, paperwork spread across the wide wooden desk in front of him. Outside the tall windows, the forest lay dark and still, the moon hidden behind thick clouds.The silence should have helped him focus.It didn’t.Alec stared down at the papers in front of him—patrol reports, supply logs, territory maps—but the words blurred together. He had read the same page three times already, and still nothing stuck. His mind refused to cooperate. It kept wandering back to Kira.Back to the stranger lying unconscious in the pack infirmary.His jaw tightened as the image surfaced again. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t shake it. The entire situation sat wrong in his gut, heavy and uncomfortable, like a warning.And what frustrated him the most was not the stranger.It was himself.He had been too quiet about it. Too passive. He knew what should have bee

THIRD POV.Alpha Alec was still barking orders, his voice cutting through the tense night air. “Send word to Scott, our Delta! Tell him to bring some of the warriors—now! I want eyes on every corner of this area!”The border patrol scrambled, urgency written on every face. Soldiers darted between trees, shouting back and forth, moving as quickly as possible. Alec’s eyes scanned the darkened forest, the hairs on his neck rising with unease.Suddenly, Garrick's hand grabbed his sleeve. “Alpha… over here!” His voice trembled, urgent and low.Alec turned sharply, following Garrick's pointing hand. His stomach dropped. Before them yawned a massive rift in the earth. It split the forest floor like a wound, jagged edges stretching wide. Smoke curled up from its blackened depths, drifting into the trees. The fissure seemed alive, pulsating faintly in the dim moonlight.Alec’s eyes met Garrick's. Both were wide with shock. Stepping closer, Alec crouched slightly to inspect the edge o

KIRA’S POV.I was still standing in the middle of my bedroom, staring at Anton like my brain had completely short-circuited.Everything that had just happened felt unreal. Like my mind had slipped sideways and landed in someone else’s nightmare. At this point, I couldn’t even tell reality apart from whatever it was I had been seeing earlier.“I’m sorry—what?” I asked sharply. “What did you just say?”I planted my hands on my hips, more to steady myself than anything else. My heart was still racing, my pulse loud in my ears.Anton stood a few feet away from me, sweating unnaturally, his posture tense. He dragged a hand down his face like he was trying to wake himself up.“I don’t remember how I got here,” he said again, slower this time. “I don’t even remember leaving the hospital.”I stared at him.Actually stared, my head tilted and my brow raised in question.For a second, I honestly thought he was joking. Like he had to be, because I refused to believe what I was hearing. I refused