All Chapters of The Moon Chose Me Twice: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Charlie"This way," I hiss, gripping my splinted wrist against my chest to stop it from jarring as we run.Kaleb is right beside me, a dark shape in the gloom. He’s covered in Ryker’s blood, moving with a terrifying, loose-limbed grace. The fight in the kitchen didn't weaken him, it woke him up.We sprint across the wet lawn, ducking behind the hedgerows as spotlights sweep the grounds.The estate is in chaos. Hollen’s distraction at the main gate has drawn the bulk of the Ironclaw forces, leaving the rear perimeter porous."There," Kaleb points.An old, battered pickup truck is idling near the treeline, its headlights off. Hollen is behind the wheel, his face illuminated by the faint glow of the dashboard.Thank the goddess he heard my sending.We break cover."Go, go, go!" Kaleb growls, shoving me toward the passenger door before vaulting into the truck bed.I scramble inside. "Drive, Hollen!"Hollen doesn't ask questions. He stomps on the gas. The truck lurches forward, tires spinn

EzraI stand before the bank of monitors, my hands gripping the console so hard the plastic creaks.On the main screen, the external feed shows the sky over Silverwood. It isn't blue anymore. It isn't even gray.It’s a bruising, sickly purple, darkening by the second."Ninety percent coverage," I whisper to the empty room. "Totality in twelve minutes."The wards protecting this room are screaming. They’re buckling under the pressure of the ritual starting miles away. The Shadow Faction isn't just knocking on the door, they’re trying to tear the house down.Behind me, in his crib, Orion starts to wail.It’s not a hungry cry. It’s a cry of pain.I spin around. The mark on the baby’s foot, the black spiral Eveline carved there, is glowing. It pulses with a necrotic, dark light, syncing with the darkening sun outside."Shh, hey, little wolf," I soothe, rushing over. I don't dare touch the mark. "I know. I know it hurts."I check the vitals on the main bio-bed.Elara hasn't moved in days.

Kaleb"Now!" Charlie screams, the sound tearing through the unnatural silence of the ravine.I don't hesitate. I lift my hand, signaling the ridge where Hollen is waiting.I hear the sound. It’s a small, mechanical sound from Hollen’s position, amplified by the strange acoustics of the vacuum. The relay switch on the detonator.I brace for the boom. I brace for the fire that will consume the truck, the Stone, and the monster wearing Eveline’s face.Nothing happens.The C4 strapped to the undercarriage of the truck remains silent. The red LED on the receiver unit isn't blinking. It’s dead."No," Hollen’s voice crackles over the radio, panic bleeding into his tone. "It’s not firing! The signal is dead. The Stone... it’s jamming the frequency!"Eveline laughs.She doesn't turn around. She keeps her hands pressed to the hood of the truck, her back arching as the shadows pour out of her."Did you really think a radio wave could penetrate the Void?" she mocks, her voice echoing from everywh

CharlieThe silence of the ravine is different now. It isn't the heavy, suffocating silence of the Void. It’s the peaceful, chirping silence of a forest exhaling after a storm.I sit on the bumper of Hollen’s pickup truck, a medic from the support team wrapping my ribs. The adrenaline has crashed, leaving me trembling and hollowed out, but buoyed by relief."They’re surrendering," Hollen says, walking over from the ridge.He looks like hell, soot-stained and limping, but he’s grinning."Ironclaw comms are lighting up. Without Ryker or her they have no leadership. They’re laying down arms at the main gate.""Let them go," I say, leaning my head back against the metal. "Get them off our land. If they come back, we kill them. But today... I’m done with death."Kaleb is sitting next to me. He’s refusing medical attention until everyone else is checked. Typical hero-complex behavior.He has a nasty gash on his forehead and he’s bleeding from a hundred small lacerations, but he’s miraculous

KalebThe bed is vast, a sea of cool, white linen, but all I see is her.Charlie lies beneath me, her dark hair fanned out like a halo against the pillows, her skin flushed pink from the heat of the shower and the orgasm I just tore from her.She is battered. There are bruises blooming like dark violets across her ribs, a bandage wrapping her wrist, and cuts scoring her beautiful skin.She looks like a ruin. She looks like a masterpiece."Kaleb," she whispers, her voice husky, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with desire.I brace my weight on my forearms, caging her, careful not to press down on her injured chest. My heart is hammering against my ribs, a frantic rhythm that hasn't slowed since I saw her standing in the dust of the ravine.For days, I’ve been a soldier. A weapon. I’ve been running on cold rage and tactical necessity. But here, in the quiet dark of this room, the soldier dies.The wolf takes over."I need to see you," I growl, my voice vibrating in my chest. "All of you."