Lahat ng Kabanata ng MOONBOUND SECRETS : Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

**Silas’s POV** The world is muted, like I’m underwater. I can hear Selene’s voice, faint and frantic, but it’s distant, as if she’s calling from another realm. My body feels heavy, my limbs unresponsive. The crown’s shards are gone, but its echo lingers—a cold, hollow ache in my chest. “Silas, please,” Selene whispers, her glow flickering above me. “Open your eyes.” I try. I *try*. But the darkness pulls me under. --- **Selene’s POV** The Veil’s whispers grow louder, their tone urgent. *“The Shadow’s mark remains. The crown’s power lingers.”* I press my hands to Silas’s chest, my glow intensifying. The scar where the crown sat pulses faintly, a jagged line of violet light. “What do I do?” I ask the Veil, my voice trembling. *“Purge the mark. But it will cost you.”* “I don’t care about the cost,” I snap. The Veil falls silent. --- **Ryland’s POV** The pack gathers in the clearing, their eyes wary. Jarek stands at the front, his scarred face unreadable and un

**Ryland’s POV** The rift closes with a deafening crack, leaving behind a silence so heavy it feels like the world itself is holding its breath. My hands claw at the empty air where Selene stood moments ago, my wolf howling in anguish. “No!” I roar, my voice echoing through the tomb. Jarek grabs my arm, his grip firm but trembling. “Ryland, we need to think. Charging after her won’t help.” I shake him off, my claws unsheathing. “She’s my *daughter*. I’m not leaving her there.” The pack gathers around us, their fear palpable. Kieran steps forward, his voice steady. “We’ll get her back. But we need a plan.” I clench my fists, my chest heaving. “The shards. Selene said they’re the key to opening a path to the Shadow’s realm.” Jarek crosses his arms, his scarred face grim. “And how do we use them without her?” I don’t have an answer. But the Veil does. --- **Selene’s POV** The Shadow’s realm is a nightmare of shifting shadows and jagged light. The air is thick with t

**The Shattered Cage** The cage of bones explodes in a storm of splinters, releasing a wave of corrupted energy that knocks Silas and Selene to their knees. The Veil’s heart pulses above them—a grotesque, swollen orb veined with violet rot. The First Shadow’s laughter reverberates through the tomb, his form swelling as he absorbs the heart’s tainted light. *“At last,”* he croons, his voice a thunderclap. *“The Veil’s power is mine.”* Selene scrambles to her feet, her glow sputtering against the oppressive darkness. “Silas! We have to stop him!” Silas clutches his chest, the silver scar burning as if the Shadow’s mark still claws at him. “How? He’s feeding on the heart itself!” The Shadow stretches a taloned hand toward the orb. *“You are too late, little lights. The age of wolves ends tonight.”* --- **Zara’s Intervention** In the Veil, Zara feels the heart’s corruption like a knife to her spectral core. The First Alpha’s shadow materializes beside her, urgency sharpeni

**Selene’s POV** The blade bites deeper, a thin line of fire against my throat. Mara’s breath is hot and rancid in my ear, her voice a grotesque blend of her own and the Shadow’s. *“You should’ve died in the tomb, little light.”* I force my glow to stay steady, though my pulse thunders in my ears. “Mara—fight him! You’re stronger than this!” Her laugh is a broken thing. *“She’s gone. Only I remain.”* Across the clearing, Silas staggers to his feet, his silver eyes wild. The pack is a blur of fangs and fury, holding back the tide of Forgotten Ones. Ryland’s roar splits the night as he tears through a creature, his gaze locking on mine. *Don’t,* I plead silently. *Save the pack.* But he charges anyway. --- **Silas’s Choice** The Shadow’s voice claws at my mind. *“Let me in, little Alpha. I’ll spare her.”* “Liar,” I snarl, blood dripping from my split lip. The scar on my chest burns, but I use the pain—*focus*. Selene’s glow flickers, her fear a sour tang in the air

**Silas’s POV** The Shadow’s new form looms over me, a grotesque fusion of matted fur and glistening feathers. His violet eyes burn like twin pyres, and his talons—half claw, half bone—scrape against the tomb’s stone floor. The air reeks of decay, the Veil’s corrupted energy thickening until I can barely breathe. *“You should have knelt,”* the Shadow hisses, his voice a chorus of caws and snarls. *“Now you’ll die as your mother did—alone.”* My scar flares, a searing reminder of Zara’s sacrifice. I clutch my chest, gritting my teeth against the pain. “I’m *never* alone.” Her voice whispers through the tomb, faint but unyielding. *“Use the bond, Silas. Trust her.”* I close my eyes and reach for Selene. --- **Selene’s POV** Kieran’s blade trembles against my throat, his breath ragged. The rot has spread up his arms, blackening his veins. “Fight him, Kieran!” I plead. “You’re stronger than this!” His pupils flicker—brown, then violet. *“He’s… gone…”* The roots surging