Semua Bab Moonbound Legacy: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Isla’s heart thudded in her chest as Astra’s words echoed in her mind. The weight of what she had just agreed to pressed down on her, but somehow, it felt right—like she had just stepped onto a path that had always been meant for her. The unknown stretched before her, a dark and uncharted expanse that promised danger, but also answers.As Astra led her deeper into the chapel, Isla’s mind raced. The prophecy, the Bound Alpha, her father’s disappearance—it was all connected, and she was at the center of it. But why? What was her role in all this? What could she possibly do to unite two worlds that had been at odds for centuries? How could she—a simple veterinarian with strange dreams and a fragmented past—be the key to something so monumental?But the answers, Isla knew, wouldn’t come easy. She could feel the heavy air around her, the ancient walls of the chapel holding secrets that had been buried for far too long. Every step she took seemed to resonate with the weight of history, and

The forest felt even darker now, the shadows deeper, the air thicker. Isla walked through it, but it no longer felt unfamiliar. Each step she took seemed to echo with purpose, the weight of her new reality pressing down on her chest. The power she had unlocked still thrummed beneath her skin, an undercurrent that pulsed with a life of its own. It was a part of her now—an unspoken truth that she couldn’t deny.Astra led the way, her movements effortless, like she was part of the forest itself. Isla couldn’t help but watch her, her mind still reeling from the events of the last few minutes. The stone circle, the power awakening inside her, the whispers in her blood—it was all too much to fully comprehend. Yet, deep down, she knew this was only the beginning. The fight ahead was far from over.They emerged from the trees into the clearing near the edge of the forest. The night sky above them was clear, and the moon, though not full, still shone brightly, its light casting a soft glow ove

The weight of Luca’s gaze was like a tangible force, pulling Isla into a quiet storm of emotions. Her heart raced, an undeniable pulse thrumming in her veins. This was it. This was the moment everything had been leading to, the confrontation she had been dreading and anticipating all at once. Yet, there was something oddly comforting about Luca’s presence. His intensity, his steadiness, felt like an anchor in a sea of chaos.Astra stepped back, her arms folding across her chest as she observed them both, a quiet smirk tugging at her lips. Her role in this had always been clear: to help Isla understand her place in the world of werewolves, to show her what she had yet to accept. But now, it was Isla’s turn to face the truth on her own terms.Isla took a deep breath, the cool night air filling her lungs as she met Luca’s gaze. There was no turning back now. Everything was on the table.“We need to talk,” Isla repeated, her voice steady, though her mind was racing. “About my father, abou

Isla hadn’t slept much. The moon had been full that night, a silent witness to everything she had come to accept—everything she had to face now. The prophecy, her father’s disappearance, the rogues, and the pack—all of it pressed on her chest, suffocating at times. But the fire in her chest was still burning, and for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t afraid of it.The morning light had barely touched the horizon when she stepped out of the cabin. The air was crisp, as if the earth itself was bracing for what was to come. The small, secluded clearing at the edge of the woods where she had met Luca felt like another world now—a place where secrets and truths mingled in the shadows of the trees.Luca was already there, waiting. He was standing in front of a group of wolves. A handful of pack members, their expressions stoic, eyes bright and full of intent. They were the ones Luca trusted the most, the ones who had stayed by his side through everything, even when doubts had threat

The air crackled with electricity as Isla and the rogue collided, their wolves locked in a struggle for dominance. The sounds of their growls echoed through the clearing, the sharp snap of teeth and the fury of claws slashing at air and flesh. Isla's body moved like it was born for this—quick, precise, and filled with the raw, untapped power that surged through her.But it wasn’t just her wolf's strength that kept her going. No, something else was happening—something deep within her. The bond she felt with the pack, with the moon, was growing stronger with every passing second. It was as if the very force of her destiny was pushing her forward, urging her to fight, to win.She barely registered the rogue's words from moments ago—the warning, the taunting. "The power that runs through your veins." Those words were haunting her, but right now, they were nothing but background noise. She focused on the rogue, on the fight.The rogue's wolf was fast, her movements fluid and calculated. Bu