Todos os capítulos de Marked By The Moon Goddess: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

The silence in Damon’s chamber was suffocating. Not the peaceful kind. The kind that pressed in on your chest… making it hard to breathe. Lyra stood near the window, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as if she could hold herself together. Outside, the forest stretched endlessly into darkness, shadows twisting between the trees like something alive—watching, waiting. Everything felt wrong. Too quiet. Too still. She didn’t belong here. That thought had been repeating in her mind over and over again, louder each time, refusing to be ignored. “You’re thinking too loudly.” Lyra stiffened. Her heart jumped before she even turned. Slowly, she faced the door. Damon was there. Leaning casually against it, as if he had always been there—as if he hadn’t just appeared out of nowhere. His piercing gaze was fixed on her, sharp and unreadable. He hadn’t made a sound. He never did. “How long have you been standing there?” she asked, her voice quieter than she intended. “Long e

The night exploded into chaos. Snarls ripped through the air as wolves clashed violently under the moonlight. The ground trembled beneath the force of their movements—bodies slamming, claws tearing, bones snapping. Lyra couldn’t move. Her body felt rooted to the spot, her breath caught somewhere between her chest and her throat. This wasn’t just an attack. It was a hunt. And she was the prey. “Stay behind me.” Damon’s voice cut through the noise—low, commanding, lethal. Lyra barely registered it before he stepped forward, placing himself between her and the advancing shadows. More of them were emerging now. From the trees. From the darkness. Not hiding anymore. Watching. Waiting. Then— One moved. Fast. Too fast. Lyra gasped as a rogue lunged straight toward her, its eyes locked onto hers with terrifying precision. “Damon—!” She didn’t finish. Because Damon was already moving. In one fluid motion, his body shifted—bones cracking, muscles expanding—until a massiv

Silence followed her words. But not the kind that calmed. The kind that warned. Damon didn’t move. Didn’t speak. His gaze stayed locked on Lyra’s face, sharp, searching—like he was trying to see something beyond what was in front of him. “It’s already here,” he repeated slowly. Not disbelief. Confirmation. Lyra’s breathing was uneven now, her grip tightening around her wrist as the mark pulsed again—harder this time. It wasn’t fading. It was reacting. To something. Close. Too close. “I can feel it,” she whispered, her voice strained. “It’s not like before… it’s—” She stopped. Her body went rigid. Damon noticed immediately. “What?” he demanded. Lyra didn’t answer. Her eyes had shifted. Not toward the door. Not toward the pack. But… past them. Like she was listening to something no one else could hear. A cold shiver ran down her spine. “It’s moving,” she said softly. Damon’s posture changed instantly. Every muscle in his body tensed. “Where?” Lyra swallowe

Damon didn’t move. He couldn’t. Not because he was afraid— But because he didn’t recognize what stood in front of him anymore. “Is that what you’ve been calling me?” The voice was soft. Too soft. Too calm. Lyra tilted her head slightly, her gaze fixed on him—not with confusion, not with fear… But with curiosity. Like he was something unfamiliar. Something to be studied. Damon’s jaw tightened. “Lyra,” he said carefully. Her lips curved faintly. “Interesting,” she murmured again, almost to herself. “You say that name like it belongs to me.” A sharp silence followed. Damon took a step forward. Slow. Controlled. “It does,” he said. “You’re Lyra.” Her eyes held his. Unblinking. Unmoved. “Am I?” The question wasn’t uncertain. It was… detached. Like she didn’t care what the answer was. Behind him, the man let out a quiet breath of satisfaction. “She’s further along than I expected.” Damon’s gaze snapped toward him. “You’re not speaking again,” he said coldly. B

The first thing Damon noticed— Was the silence. Not the absence of sound. But the absence of life. No wind. No insects. No movement in the trees. Even the night itself felt like it had stepped back. Waiting. Watching. The thing rising from the ground moved slowly, deliberately, as if it had all the time in the world. The earth split wider beneath it, chunks of soil collapsing inward as something… wrong emerged. At first, it didn’t look like anything familiar. Not wolf. Not human. Not anything Damon had ever seen. It was tall— Too tall. Its limbs unnaturally long, its body slightly distorted, like it had been shaped incorrectly… or unfinished. Darkness clung to it. Not shadow— Something thicker. Something alive. Its head lifted slowly. And then— Its eyes opened. A faint glow. The same glow as Lyra’s mark. Damon’s chest tightened. “It’s connected to her…” Kael’s voice came from beside him, low and strained. “What the hell is that thing?” Damon didn’t answ