**Episode 4 – *"The Night the Moon Chose Her"***
**(Lucian & Isha)**
The wind outside Isha's window howled like some ancient creature mourning the night. She couldn't sleep. Not after what happened in the forest.
Not after the way Lucian looked at her—like he had known her for centuries.
Her hand kept brushing the back of her neck where she had felt his intense gaze on the mark, the one she had always hidden…the moon-shaped birthmark that pulsed strangely ever since the night she met him.
She finally closed her eyes.
She shouldn't be thinking about him.
She shouldn't feel this warmth in her chest whenever she whispered his name in her mind.
And yet…
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### **Across the city, Lucian stood on a rooftop—watching her window.**
He didn't need to.
He didn't even intend to.
But he was there.
The moonlight slid over his pale skin, making him look like a carved statue from an ancient kingdom. His eyes were a storm—silver, glowing, turbulent.
"She shouldn't matter," he whispered to himself. "She's human."
But the moon mark on her neck…
The same mark he bore on his wrist…the symbol of the **Celestial Bond**.
A bond forbidden for a vampire heir.
"She's mine," a voice inside him growled.
He clenched his jaw.
"No. I won't drag her into my world."
But destiny had already chosen its path.
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## **The Dream That Wasn't a Dream**
Isha drifted into a sleep that felt too real. She found herself standing in a massive hall made of obsidian stone, dripping with flickering blue flames.
Footsteps.
Not loud.
But impossibly elegant.
Lucian emerged from the darkness—dressed in black, eyes glowing faintly. He moved with the grace of someone who belonged to another era.
Isha sucked in a breath.
"Lucian? How…how are you here? Is this a dream?"
He didn't answer.
He simply stepped closer.
And the hall reacted—lights blazing, shadows dancing, like the universe recognized the two of them standing together.
"You shouldn't be here," he whispered finally.
His voice was soft, almost pained.
"Where is 'here'?" she asked.
"In my world," he said, eyes locked on hers. "A place no human should ever walk."
He reached out slowly, as though fighting with himself.
"Lucian…what are you?" Isha whispered.
His hand froze in the air.
"I am the reason you should run."
Isha felt her heart hammer—but she didn't step back. "Then why don't you let me go?"
Silence.
Because he couldn't.
He dropped his hand and turned away.
"You shouldn't know me. You shouldn't want to."
"I don't want to," Isha said, voice shaky. "But I…can't stop thinking about you."
Lucian's breath hitched.
He turned back—and for a second, his control faltered. He stepped closer, his proximity stealing her breath. The energy between them pulsed like the beat of a drum.
His fingers brushed her cheek.
Electricity.
A spark.
A connection that felt…ancient.
Suddenly—
**A violent blast of wind swept through the hall.**
The flames flickered.
The shadows shifted.
Lucian's protective instinct flared instantly.
"They found us…"
"Who?" Isha asked, trembling.
He grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close.
His heart—cold for centuries—thundered against hers.
"This isn't a dream. This is a summons," he whispered urgently. "You were pulled here because your destiny has awakened. I shouldn't have come. They are tracking your presence."
"Lucian, I don't understand—"
"You don't have to," he murmured. "Just trust me."
Before she could respond—
**He wrapped an arm around her waist.**
His body heat, the strength of his grip, the scent of him—dark, intoxicating, impossible to ignore.
Her heart skipped, then raced.
Lucian leaned close to her ear.
"I'm taking you back."
The world collapsed into darkness.
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## **Isha woke up—breathless.**
Her bed was drenched in moonlight.
Her heart raced wildly.
It was a dream.
It had to be a dream.
Except…
Her wrist was glowing faintly with silver light. A small crescent moon shimmered there—something that had never been there before.
Isha gasped.
"No…this is impossible."
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## **Lucian, miles away, collapsed to his knees.**
His own crescent mark burned.
"It has begun," he whispered.
His voice was equal parts awe and dread.
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## **The Library Incident**
The next day, Isha tried to act normal.
College. Books. Crowds.
Everything should've been ordinary.
But nothing felt ordinary.
She was in the library searching for a reference book when she reached up to pull a heavy one from the top shelf.
It slipped.
Before she could react—
**arms wrapped around her waist from behind.**
Steady.
Warm.
Firm.
Her breath caught.
"Careful," a low voice whispered.
She turned her head slightly—and froze.
**Lucian.**
In the library.
In daylight.
In India.
As if he had walked out of shadows just to find her.
"Lucian…you—" she stuttered.
He gently lowered the book, still holding her by the waist.
His touch lingered a second too long before he pulled back.
"I had to see if you were safe," he said quietly.
"You keep appearing out of nowhere!"
He looked at her with an expression she couldn't read.
"Isha, if I could stay away…I would."
She didn't know why, but that hurt.
"And the dream…wasn't a dream, was it?" she whispered.
Lucian stepped closer.
Close enough that she could feel his breath on her forehead.
"No," he said softly. "It was a connection. Our souls met. And that should never have happened."
"Why not?"
He swallowed hard.
Isha had never seen someone so powerful look so…afraid.
"Because a bond like ours is forbidden. And dangerous. For you."
His voice broke.
"And for me."
Isha didn't step back.
Instead, she looked straight into his storm-silver eyes.
"Lucian…what are you really afraid of?"
He exhaled shakily.
"Losing you," he whispered.
Isha's heartbeat stumbled.
"But you barely know me," she said softly.
Lucian leaned closer—
their foreheads almost touching.
"Then why does it feel like I have known you across lifetimes?"
Isha couldn't breathe.
The world blurred.
Her body leaned toward him unconsciously—
Suddenly, someone walked into the aisle.
Lucian disappeared.
Not walked away.
Just…vanished.
Only the whisper of his presence remained.
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## **Back at home, Isha found a note on her windowsill.**
A black feather.
And a single line written in ancient silver ink:
**"The moon has chosen you.
Stay awake tonight."**
Her fingers trembled.
Because she already knew—
Tonight, everything would change.
Forever.
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**Episode 4 Complete**