All Chapters of The Moon Goddess Must Have Made A Mistake: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Olivia’s POV We had been running for three days when the old man stepped out of the trees and knelt in front of me. The forest had been quiet all morning, the kind of quiet that made my skin prickle and my wolf restless. Daniel walked ahead of me with his shoulders hunched and his eyes on the ground, and Cassian moved behind us with his hand never far from his knife. We had been moving since before dawn, and my legs ached, and my stomach had stopped complaining about food hours ago. I was tired of running. I was tired of not knowing where we were going or why. And I was tired of Daniel's silence. We stopped near a narrow stream, and I knelt at the edge and splashed cold water on my face. The mark on my wrist pulsed faintly, a steady rhythm that had become as familiar as my own heartbeat. "Where are we going?" I asked. Daniel didn't answer right away. He was staring at the water like it held something he had lost. "North," he said finally. "Away from the packs. Away from Marcus'

Ryker’s POV The door opened without a knock. I knew it wasn't the guards. They always knocked. And they never brought that scent with them. Alessia stepped inside and closed the door behind her. She was dressed in deep red, her hair loose around her shoulders, her smile already in place like she had been practicing it in the mirror. She was carrying a tray of food, but I knew she hadn't come to feed me. "I convinced the guards to let me bring your dinner," she said. "They're surprisingly easy to bribe when you know what they're afraid of." I didn't move from the window. "What do you want?" She set the tray down on the table and walked toward me slowly, her heels clicking softly against the floor. "I wanted to see you. Is that so strange?" "You've never wanted to see me unless it served you." "That's not true." She stopped beside me and looked out the window, her shoulder almost brushing mine. "I've wanted to see you for years. You just never wanted to see me back." I said noth

Olivia’s POV The news came at dawn, and it broke me in a way the rejection never could. I had barely slept. The villagers had given me a small house at the edge of the settlement, a single room with a bed and a window that looked out over the valley. It was humble, but it was mine. The old woman, whose name was Marta, had told me it belonged to my mother once, a long time ago, before everything was taken. I had lain awake all night staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment the villagers knelt and called me their queen. My queen. The words didn't fit. They didn't feel real. And yet the mark on my wrist pulsed every time I thought about them, like it was trying to tell me something I wasn't ready to hear. When the sun finally rose, I walked outside. The village was already awake, wolves moving between the houses with quiet purpose. They nodded at me when they passed, and some of them smiled, and every one of them looked at me like I was something precious. Something worth protect

Olivia’s POV I had been training for three days when the messenger found us, and by then I had almost convinced myself that I could outrun the bond. The clearing behind the village had become my classroom, a wide circle of grass surrounded by ancient trees that seemed to lean in and listen whenever I called on the power. Theron stood across from me with his arms folded and his eyes sharp, and he had been pushing me harder every day, harder than I thought I could bear. "Again," he said. I closed my eyes and reached for the mark. The warmth came quickly now, rising from somewhere deep in my chest and spreading through my limbs like fire through dry grass. I let it build, let it grow, and then I pushed it outward. The clearing blazed with silver light. The grass bent away from me in a perfect circle, and the trees shuddered, and somewhere in the distance a flock of birds took flight. Theron nodded slowly. "Better. But you're still holding back." "I'm not holding back." "You are."

Olivia’s POV I had been called a fraud before. I had been called a mistake. But standing in front of the packs with Marcus Blackthorn smiling at me like I was nothing, I realized that none of it had ever mattered. The letter was in my hand. The paper was worn from being folded and unfolded too many times. The seal was broken. The words were burned into my memory. I held it up so the packs could see it. "This is a letter from Marcus Blackthorn," I said, and my voice carried across the courtyard. "He sent it to me three days ago. He told me he had taken Diana and Vanessa Hart. He told me he would kill them if I didn't come here. He told me to come alone. He told me to come unarmed." I paused and looked at the faces around me. Hundreds of wolves. Some of them were watching me with curiosity. Some with doubt. Some with something that looked almost like pity. I unfolded the letter and read it aloud. "'Olivia Hart. I have your family. Diana and Vanessa Hart. They are alive for now. I