Lahat ng Kabanata ng THE CURSED MOON HEIR: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

ROSELYN’S POVThe first thing I noticed when I woke was the silence, Not the uneasy silence that followed danger, but a deep, almost unnatural stillness. There were no birds singing outside, no crackling fire from Roland’s hearth, no distant laughter from the villagers, The only sound was the slow drip of water echoing somewhere beyond the stone walls.For a few peaceful seconds, I forgot everything, Then the memories came rushing back. The flames, The Shadow Hunters, Roland’s desperate voice. “Run, Roselyn! Don’t look back!”My eyes flew open, and I bolted upright with a gasp, The blanket slipped from my shoulders as I looked around the unfamiliar room. It wasn’t a room at all, It was a chamber carved into solid rock. The walls were smooth but ancient, etched with faded patterns that had almost disappeared beneath the weight of time.The air smelled of damp stone and burning wood. I was alive, But Roland… A sharp ache spread through my chest. “No…” I whispered. The tears I had fought

NOAH’S POVThe trail ended without warning. I stood at the edge of a narrow stream, my eyes fixed on the damp earth beneath my boots. A few broken branches pointed north. Faint footprints led toward the water.Then… Nothing, No tracks, No broken leaves, No lingering scent, It was as if the forest itself had swallowed whoever I was following.Gideon dismounted beside me, scanning the surrounding trees.“They crossed here?”“They had to.”He crouched beside the stream, running a hand through the wet soil before shaking his head.“I’ve tracked rogues through blizzards and across rocky cliffs. Even the best hunters leave something behind.”He looked up at me. “This…” He frowned. “…doesn’t make sense.”I remained silent Because he was right, It didn’t. My wolf stirred uneasily. She’s close, The words echoed through my mind. I looked around.“Where?”No answer, Only silence. The same silence that had followed me since Oakridge. I clenched my jaw.“You tell me she’s close, yet you won’t tell

ROSELYN’S POVThe moon was still high when we left the refuge. Darius didn’t look back, Neither did I Yet as the narrow path disappeared behind us, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were leaving the only place where I had felt even a little safe since Roland… My chest tightened, I forced myself to keep walking.The forest welcomed us with silence, Mist curled around the ancient trees hiding the path beneath our feet. Darius walked several paces ahead, his movements as quiet as the breeze weaving through the branches. He never seemed to stumble, Never hesitated, It was as if he had walked these woods his entire life.I, on the other hand, nearly tripped over another root. A firm hand caught my arm before I hit the ground.“Watch your footing.”“I am.”“No.” His voice remained calm. “You’re watching your thoughts.”Heat crept into my cheeks, He was right. I hadn’t stopped thinking about Roland, about the cottage, about everything I had lost. Darius released my arm and continued walki

NOAH’S POVThe rain had washed away the last of the tracks. Noah crouched beside the muddy forest floor, studying the ground where the trail had ended. Broken twigs and flattened grass told him someone had passed through recently, but the heavy downpour had erased every other clue. It was as though the forest itself had decided to protect whoever he was searching for.Behind him, Gideon sighed.“I’ve never seen tracks disappear this completely.”“They didn’t disappear.”Noah stood, brushing the mud from his gloves.“They were hidden.”Gideon raised an eyebrow.“You still believe someone is helping the girl?”“I know they are.”Noah looked toward the endless stretch of trees.“The cottage didn’t burn by accident. Someone got her out before the flames consumed everything.”“And whoever that was knows this forest better than we do.”Gideon folded his arms.“If that’s true, chasing them blindly won’t help.”Before Noah could reply, the distant sound of galloping horses echoed through the

ROSELYN’S POVThe forest never truly slept, Even after darkness settled over the towering trees, the woods remained alive with distant rustling leaves, chirping insects, and the occasional cry of an unseen creature. Darius had chosen a small clearing hidden beneath the thick branches of ancient oaks. It was barely large enough for the two of us, but he seemed satisfied.“We’ll stay here until dawn,” he said.He crouched beside a pile of dry branches, carefully building a fire no larger than both his hands.“That’s it?” I asked.He nodded. “A larger fire can be seen from farther away.”“You think someone’s looking for us.”“I think it’s safer to assume they are.”The flames flickered softly, casting dancing shadows across the forest floor. I wrapped my cloak tighter around myself. For a while, neither of us spoke. The silence no longer felt uncomfortable, It felt… expected. After everything that had happened, words seemed too small. Darius reached into his pack and handed me a piece of