All Chapters of She Who Devoured The Moon: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The Moon blinked.Not vanished, not swallowed by clouds or shadow, but blinked—just once—like a god startled awake from a dream it hadn’t meant to have.Nyxara felt it before anyone else.She was knee-deep in the Moonscar forest river, sleeves rolled to her elbows, hair tied back with a strip of old leather, muttering curses at a fish that clearly had personal beef with her. The water bit at her calves, cold enough to numb, sharp enough to remind her she was still alive, and irritating enough to match her mood perfectly.“Come here,” she whispered to the fish, deadly serious. “I swear by every useless Moon ritual you people love so much, if you slip again, I will personally—”The Moon flickered.The river shuddered beneath her feet, and the fish leapt straight into her hands as if fear itself had summoned it.Nyxara froze.The forest fell silent—not the peaceful kind, but the wrong kind. No insects. No owls. No distant howls echoing between the trees. Just the sound of her own heartb

The stars had never seemed so close—or so accusing.The Moon’s silver light pooled around Nyxara like liquid glass, and for the first time, everyone in the clearing saw her properly. Not as a girl. Not as a wolf. Not as a mistake.A goddess in waiting.Wolves scattered. Elder Morvane shouted for calm, but his voice cracked like dry wood. The Starfall priests charged forward, chanting in a language older than any Alpha, thrusting glowing sigils toward Nyxara.“Step back,” she warned, hands raised. Her voice shook, but the words carried the weight of a mountain. “I don’t want to hurt anyone. And by hurt, I mean—I really don’t know what’s going to happen if you keep pointing that at me.”Kaelion didn’t move.For a moment, Nyxara thought he had forgotten to breathe. But then his wolf howled—a low, vibrating note that made the stone beneath them tremble. The Alpha’s power, usually precise and lethal, was off-kilter. Unstable. She could feel it leaking into her.The priests faltered. The el

And the night had not finished with her yet.Nyxara drifted in and out of consciousness, aware first of motion—steady, controlled—and then of warmth. Strong arms held her close, one firm hand braced at her back, the other curled protectively around her shoulders. Every step jarred through her bones, reminding her that yes, she was still painfully, inconveniently alive.“Well,” she murmured weakly, eyes still closed, “if this is death… it’s very muscular.”Kaelion froze mid-step.The clearing erupted in whispers.Nyxara cracked one eye open just enough to see the Alpha staring down at her, silver light still faintly threading his veins, his expression a careful mask cracked straight down the middle.“You are awake,” he said.She squinted. “You sound disappointed.”“I am relieved,” he replied flatly.“Ah. That explains the scowl. You have a very relieved scowl.”Despite himself—despite the staring elders, the shaken wolves, the priests pretending not to gawk—Kaelion huffed a breath that