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CHAPTER 23

ผู้เขียน: Megan Newman
last update ปรับปรุงล่าสุด: 2026-01-10 03:29:07

The light does not fade.

It breaks.

It fractures outward from Lyra’s body in concentric waves, slamming into the Sanctum walls, ripping ancient sigils apart like parchment soaked in rain. Stone screams. The Veil peels back—not fully, not yet—but enough that the air itself feels thinner, charged, alive.

Lyra stands at the epicenter, breath ragged, heart hammering so hard she’s certain it will split her ribs.

Unseal the threshold, she’d said.

She hadn’t known what it would feel like.

It feels like being seen.

Every secret. Every fear. Every forbidden want laid bare before something older than gods.

The Veil does not invade her.

It recognizes her.

You step where even your mother would not, it murmurs, not unkindly. Do you understand what you invite?

Lyra’s hands tremble, but she doesn’t lower them.

“I understand what I refuse,” she whispers. “I refuse a world where love is a weakness. I refuse a Council that feeds on sacrifice and calls it balance.”

The Veil coils closer, brushing her co
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  • WOLVES OF WINTER MOON   CHAPTER 29

    The aftermath of the Winter Wraith’s assault still lingered in the castle. Torches flickered in the corridors, smoke hung heavy in the air, and the faint pulse of Lyra’s bond with Rylan vibrated through the walls like a heartbeat too loud to ignore.Rylan’s golden eyes scanned every shadow as they walked through the halls, his hand never leaving the small of her back. The bond had surged during the last encounter, leaving them both raw, sensitive, and aching.“You’re still trembling,” he murmured, voice low and rough. His lips brushed her temple, and Lyra’s pulse spiked.“I’m not,” she whispered, trying to steady herself, but her fingers twitched against his chest. “Just… aware.”Rylan didn’t respond immediately, but his claws flexed subtly beneath the fabric of his partially shifted form. He sensed her, felt her, and knew how fragile they both were after the bond’s surge.“We need answers,” he finally said. “Kade won’t stop. And the Council… they aren’t exactly neutral observers anym

  • WOLVES OF WINTER MOON   CHAPTER 28

    The castle shook again, the sound of splintering stone echoing through the halls. Lyra pressed against Rylan, his arms a cage of heat and protection around her, gold eyes flashing, wolf beneath the surface coiling with lethal intent. The white-hot pulse of the bond between them throbbed through the chamber, stronger, hotter, more desperate than ever.“Lyra,” Rylan growled, jaw tight, claws flexing. “Stay behind me. Every move counts. Every second counts.”She nodded, heart hammering, feeling the pull of the bond and the tug of the Winter Wraith. It wasn’t just outside anymore; it was in every shadow, every whisper, every heartbeat of the castle. It hunted, and it knew where she was.Kade’s laughter echoed from the far end of the hall. “You two are so predictable,” he hissed, stepping into the chamber with a swirl of corrupted magic around his fists. His eyes burned with envy and obsession, focused entirely on Lyra. “You think the bond protects you? You think your little Ascendant tric

  • WOLVES OF WINTER MOON   CHAPTER 27

    The castle trembled. Stone walls cracked under the weight of dark magic, torches flickering violently as shadows danced unnaturally across the corridors. Lyra clung to Rylan, her white-hot mark blazing beneath her skin, pulsing in sync with his gold eyes. Every nerve in her body screamed danger, desire, and the irresistible pull of the bond that bound them tighter than steel.“Stay close,” Rylan whispered, his hands firm on her hips, claws brushing the fabric of her cloak, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. “Whatever happens… don’t let go.”Lyra’s hands threaded into his hair, nails grazing the nape of his neck. “I won’t,” she breathed, heart hammering. The bond screamed in response, a living, breathing force between them, white-hot and raw, amplifying every thought, every desire, every flicker of fear.Outside the chamber, the Winter Wraith moved through the corridors like living darkness. Lyra could feel it—its hunger, its ancient recognition, its desire for her power a

  • WOLVES OF WINTER MOON   CHAPTER 26

    The chamber feels impossibly small, though the stone walls stretch high above them. Lyra can still feel the lingering heat of their closeness, the lingering pulse of the bond that threads them together—alive, hungry, impossible. Even after the fire of their stolen, stolen intimacy, Rylan has not left her side. Every movement he makes mirrors hers, every breath synchronizes, every heartbeat echoes across the invisible tether that binds them.But the world will not pause. The Veil hums low, impatient, as if warning them the reprieve is temporary. And beyond the chamber, footsteps echo, deliberate, dangerous.Kade.Lyra’s chest tightens. She can sense him more than see him—a predator, lurking at the edge of firelight, eyes glinting with jealousy so sharp it could cut stone. He doesn’t just want her; he wants the power that courses through her veins. And perhaps, he wants to claim Rylan’s devotion, too.Rylan notices before she can speak. His jaw tightens, gold flaring dangerously bright.

  • WOLVES OF WINTER MOON   CHAPTER 25

    The chamber breathes.Stone older than kingdoms hums beneath Lyra’s bare feet, sigils pulsing like a second heartbeat as her mother stands before her—alive, unchanged, and impossibly real. The reunion shatters something fragile inside Lyra, but before words can form, she feels it—Rylan.A sharp hitch in the bond. Pain, tightly leashed. Fear, swallowed whole.He sways beside her.Lyra turns just in time to catch him.His weight folds into her, solid and burning, his breath ragged against her hair. She wraps herself around him without thinking, anchoring him with everything she is.“Easy,” she whispers. “I’ve got you.”His fingers dig into her cloak, knuckles white. “It’s worse here,” he admits under his breath. “The Veil… it presses.”Lyra lifts her chin, meeting her mother’s steady gaze. “Then give us a moment.”A beat.Then the woman—her mother—nods once. With a flick of her wrist, the sigils dim. The chamber recedes, sound dulling, the world narrowing to the two of them.The bond e

  • WOLVES OF WINTER MOON   CHAPTER 24

    Darkness returns in pieces.Not the gentle dark of sleep—but the violent absence of sound, of gravity, of place. Lyra drifts in it, weightless, every breath feeling borrowed. The Veil has no sky, no ground—only currents of cold and heat braided together, whispering truths without language.She feels Rylan before she sees him.The bond tugs—weak, then sharp, then frighteningly thin.Rylan.Her pulse spikes. Panic claws up her throat as she forces her eyes open.They are not in the Sanctum.They are nowhere she recognizes.A vast expanse stretches around them, silver-black and endlessly deep, like moonlight spilled into an abyss. Fractures of light float like broken constellations. The Veil breathes—slow, ancient, aware.Lyra pushes herself upright.Pain flares—sharp, then dull—but she ignores it.“Rylan!” Her voice echoes strangely, bending as if the Veil itself is listening.He lies a few paces away, motionless.Fear slams into her harder than any spell ever has.She scrambles toward

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