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Chapter Sixteen

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My new room had a window.

That was the first thing I noticed when the enforcer left me at the door and walked away without locking it behind him. Not the bed, with a frame and a mattress and a blanket that wasn’t damp. Not the small table or the lamp or the walls that smelled of gravel rather than rot.

The window.

It faced west. The evening light came through it at an angle, landing on the floor in a warm rectangle, and I stood in that rectangle for a long time, doing nothing, just standi
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  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty-Nine

    I lay in the dark, tracking the ceiling, and listened to the pack settle into its nighttime rhythms. My thoughts were about a man who had said my name like it belonged to a point in time I couldn’t reach. Aurora. The way Slade had said it. The relief in it. The years. I turned onto my side and looked at the window. The moon was high and full and doing the thing it did now – since the ceremony, since the bond locked – where it felt less like something distant and more like something aware. Watching. The way the goddess watched, apparently, when she had an interest in the outcome. I pressed my hand flat against the cloth against my ribs. My name. My past. Whoever I was before they made me nothing. What if someone was handing that back to me? What if the locked room had a key and Slade was holding it? What if he was telling the truth? My heart raced. What if he wasn’t? I sat up. My room felt too small for the questions in it. Shuffling my feet on the carpet, I f

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty-Eight

    This must be another nightmare.I thought I had misheard him.The silence around each second expanded, and nobody moved to fill it.Skylar had gone very still against the wall.Several guards had glanced toward Damon with the instinct of people checking whether the thing they were witnessing was about to require them to do something.Slade continued before anyone could interrupt.Somehow, I found it hard to breathe.He offered details. Small, specific. A river with a particular bend. A village set into the hillside. A field of yellow flowers that apparently appeared every spring on the slope above the houses.None of that awakened my memory. I simply stared, frozen.He went on.A colour I had supposedly loved as a child.A scar near my left shoulder that he described vividly.A nickname. Two words. Soft. The kind of name someone gives a child they are fond of.I pressed my fingers together at my sides and tried to feel something.Recognition. A surface memory. Anything at all.Nothing

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty-Seven

    The morning felt steady for the first time in weeks. Birds chirping, wind howling softly against a sunny day. If I were a day old, I’d say this was a lovely day. But I wasn’t and every day I remained in Silvercrest was a day of survival and far from lovely.Reports and supply disputes and patrol schedules had Skylar across the table from me. A cup of tonic in her hand and a clipboard in the other. She delivered on the pack bureaucracy that made the endless paperwork almost bearable.“This enforcer,” she said, holding up a report without looking at me, “has filed a complaint about the eastern rotation for the fourth consecutive week.”“Is he wrong?”“He’s completely right. That’s what’s annoying about it.” She set it down. “Write the adjustment.”I wrote the adjustment.The morning continued just like this. And honestly, it was my favorite part of the day. Spending time with Skylar and being useful.I threw myself into it with the focused energy of someone using work to avoid thinki

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty-Six

    Damon’s study was dark, except for the fire casting shadows against the walls.He removed his jacket, set it aside, and stood at the desk for a moment. Silence settled around him. His wolf preferred the thought of hazel eyes and ebony, wild hair. He preferred war.Lately, his wolf won.Pulling his fingers through his hair, he paced and shoved his fingers deep into the roots until his hair was wild again.Why did she question everything? He kept pacing.And why did he tolerate it? After minutes of trying to cage the forbidden thoughts that had tormented him for weeks, he paused. A thundering sound dragged through his chest.The pain in his ribs registered properly for the first time since the confrontation in the eastern corridor. Someone had tried something small and fast during the political banter. Thankfully, Aurora had excused herself to use the ladies’ room. For some reason he didn’t want her around… violence. He chuckled suddenly, as he poured himself a drink. If you reall

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty-Five

    The journey back was quiet, at first. Just the dark road and the sound of the vehicle moving through it and the wind blowing against the wheels and windows. I leaned my head back against the seat and looked at the ceiling, allowing myself to be tired for the first time since morning.Outside, the trees swayed in the dark. The estate’s silver banners had disappeared behind us long ago. Silvercrest was still an hour away.The silence stretched. Heavy with the weight of everything the evening had asked of both of us.It made me wonder about the man sitting in front of me. Despite the distance he kept between us, he seemed to fill every corner of the car. He looked absolutely terrific in formal suits. His usually untamed hair had been pushed back neatly, exposing more of his blue eyes. There was something unearthly in them. It made me want to know what he was thinking. I tried to focus on the trees, but it was impossible to. Each second made the space between us smaller. If I focused

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Thirty-Four

    We arrived at the estate faster than I had expected. Apparently, it was one of Damon’s family estates, and I saw immediately why it had been chosen for the gathering of the most powerful alphas.It was built to make everyone feel the same thing.Small.Ancient stone, the colour of something that had been standing long before any of the packs currently existed. Towers at each corner, silver banners hanging from the highest points — neutral territory’s mark, belonging to no pack, claiming no allegiance. Guards at every visible entrance from at least four different packs, identifiable by their insignia, moving around each other with the professional courtesy of people who had been told to cooperate and were doing so ruefully.The estate’s windows were lit. Even from the road I could hear the gathering, many powerful people in formal proximity, conversation layered over conversation, the clink of glass, the undertone of politics dressed as pleasantry.We arrived late.Every eye watched

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Five

    War never began on the battlefield. It began on paper. Numbers. Rations. Supplies. Lives were reduced to ink and decisions that had to be made before a single drop of blood was spilled. Damon dragged a hand through his face, eyes scanning the reports spread across his desk. Most of this should

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Four

    “Hey. Wake up.” Claws screeched against iron. The sound tore through the dungeon. Prisoners scrambled awake. An enforcer was here, it was morning. I wasn’t asleep, but it was hard to notice the difference in the cage. This was how it always was: constant dim lights and the gothic stench of

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Three

    They dragged her away, and Damon didn’t look back. Her voice didn’t follow him. Her scent didn’t linger. The bond he’d felt faded into the cold night. It was as if she had never existed. Good. He stepped into the empty hall, his expression unreadable, and his pace unhurried. The doors shut be

  • Bound by the Moon   Chapter Two

    “Mate.” The word shouldn’t have meant anything to me. But my body refused to ignore it. I never had time for fantasies or romance - nothing like a first crush or a first kiss. Girls like me don’t get that. So at this moment, I had no idea what to do. “What’s your name?” His voice dropped

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