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The Edge of Betrayal (Liora's POV)

ผู้เขียน: Siena Blackwood
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2025-08-17 11:12:20

The night clung to the camp like a second skin. Smoke from the cooking fires had long since gone out, leaving only the faint scent of char and spice mingling with the damp earth. Most of Crescent slept, their breaths rising and falling in a steady rhythm behind the walls, unaware of the cracks beginning to form beneath their feet.

Liora did not sleep.

She hadn’t, not really, since she saw Hale on the riverbank with the woman. Since she’d caught the sharp edge of betrayal carried in whispers across the water.

She lay on her cot staring at the ceiling beams, her wolf restless, pacing circles inside her chest. Sleep taunted her, tugged her eyelids heavy, but the moment she drifted, she’d see him again—Hale’s faint smirk, Risa’s parchment—the two pieces fitting together too neatly, as if they’d been carved for each other.

Liora rose quietly, pulling her cloak around her shoulders. The air outside was crisp, the mist thick enough to swallow shapes whole. The guards barely glanced at he
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  • Bound by Moonfire   Between the Teeth of Wolves (Risa's POV)

    The silence pressed hardest when she returned from Hale’s camp.It followed her into Crescent like a second shadow, clinging to her clothes, heavy with smoke and damp earth. Every step past the gates felt like betrayal—the guards nodding to her without suspicion, the villagers greeting her with tired smiles. They didn’t know where she slipped away at night. They didn’t know whose voice echoed in her head long after she left the fog behind.But Liora… Liora’s eyes lingered longer now. Watchful. Searching.Risa could feel suspicion closing in, even when no words were spoken.She sat by the edge of the training yard, feigning nonchalance as the others sparred. The clang of steel rang out in sharp bursts, punctuated by grunts and laughter. But Risa couldn’t settle. Her body felt coiled, as if every sound might be the one that gave her away.Cael’s gaze swept past her once—piercing, too sharp to ignore. He was beginning to connect threads, she was sure of it. And if Cael suspected, Liora w

  • Bound by Moonfire   The Wolf in the Fog (Hale's POV)

    The mist was his ally. Always had been. Where others saw obscurity, Hale saw concealment. Where they flinched at half-glimpsed shapes, he found cover. The fog smothered sound, masked scent, blurred the line between hunter and hunted. And in these shifting veils, his plan wove itself tighter by the night. Crescent thought itself safe behind stone walls and watchtowers, but Hale knew better. He had lived inside their defenses once. He had studied their habits, their arrogance, their complacency. A fortress was only as strong as the secrets it failed to guard. And Crescent bled secrets like an open wound. He watched from the ridge, cloaked and still. Below, the faint orange glow of campfires licked upward, muffled laughter and clatter drifting faintly through the fog. Wolves at ease. Soldiers relaxing after watch. The rhythm of a people who believed they had time. Hale smiled. Time was the one thing they didn’t have. He turned his gaze slightly eastward, where the silhouette of a

  • Bound by Moonfire   The Weight of Secrets (Cael's POV)

    The mist lingered long after Liora pulled away, its damp chill clinging to Cael’s skin like a warning. Her whisper—“Not yet”—hung heavier than the fog, pressing into his chest with the weight of everything unsaid.He should have been content with the kiss. He should have been grateful for the closeness, the spark that had always burned between them, now fanned into something undeniable. But the soldier in him—the part forged in steel and betrayal—could not ignore the tension coiled in her body, the way her eyes had darted past him before she leaned in, as though someone else lurked in the shadows.And the truth was, someone probably had.Cael stood for a long moment after she slipped back toward the safety of the walls. The mist curled around him, but he didn’t move. His wolf prowled restlessly inside him, hackles raised, ears straining for sounds he couldn’t hear. Every instinct told him that danger pressed closer, tighter each night.Liora knew something.And she wasn’t telling him.

  • Bound by Moonfire   The Edge of Betrayal (Liora's POV)

    The night clung to the camp like a second skin. Smoke from the cooking fires had long since gone out, leaving only the faint scent of char and spice mingling with the damp earth. Most of Crescent slept, their breaths rising and falling in a steady rhythm behind the walls, unaware of the cracks beginning to form beneath their feet. Liora did not sleep. She hadn’t, not really, since she saw Hale on the riverbank with the woman. Since she’d caught the sharp edge of betrayal carried in whispers across the water. She lay on her cot staring at the ceiling beams, her wolf restless, pacing circles inside her chest. Sleep taunted her, tugged her eyelids heavy, but the moment she drifted, she’d see him again—Hale’s faint smirk, Risa’s parchment—the two pieces fitting together too neatly, as if they’d been carved for each other. Liora rose quietly, pulling her cloak around her shoulders. The air outside was crisp, the mist thick enough to swallow shapes whole. The guards barely glanced at he

  • Bound by Moonfire   Beneath the Surface (Liora’s POV)

    The morning after felt different. Not because of the sunlight—though it poured in through the shutters, warm and golden—but because of the way the air in her quarters carried his scent. Cael’s scent. It was in the folds of her blanket, in the way her wolf settled when she breathed in too deeply, in the faint imprint his hand had left on her waist while they slept. She should have risen early, before the camp fully woke, before anyone noticed she wasn’t in her own bed at the hour she usually was. But for a time, she stayed still, eyes closed, tracing the memory of the night across her skin. It had been… more than she’d expected. Not rushed. Not consumed by the bond’s urgency. Just them. And yet—there was no ignoring how quickly her mind returned to the truths she’d been holding back from him. The spy. The meeting at the river. Hale’s smirk when he’d glanced toward her hiding place. The warmth from the night before was real, but it was layered now with the weight of what she h

  • Bound by Moonfire   Between the Shadows (Cael’s POV)

    Cael caught her scent before he saw her.He’d been pacing the ridge above the eastern wall for over an hour, restless, that strange hollow ache in his chest worsening with each breath that didn’t bring her closer. He’d tried to bury himself in patrol duties, in the quiet efficiency of the warriors stationed here, but his mind kept circling back to the moment he’d let her walk away.And now — there she was.Emerging from the treeline, moving with that careful, calculated grace that told him she hadn’t just been wandering. She’d been hunting something. Or someone.Her hood was down, mist tangled in her hair, cheeks flushed from the cold. But her eyes — gods, her eyes were sharper than he’d seen in days.She tried to pass him without slowing.“Liora.”The sound of her name in his voice made her hesitate, just for a heartbeat. Then she stopped, turning enough to meet his gaze.“You’re out early,” he said, keeping his tone low, casual, though his wolf strained against the leash.“So are yo

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