All Chapters of MOONBOUND SECRETS : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ryland Pov The air in the Bloodfang clearing crackles with tension, thick enough to choke on. You stand at Ryland’s side, the Heart of the Grove dagger strapped to your hip, its moonlight blade a silent threat. The pack surrounds you—some kneeling, others glaring, their loyalty fractured like splintered bone. The twins cling to your legs, their wide eyes reflecting the mistrust radiating from the crowd. “You expect us to follow *her*?” A broad-shouldered warrior—Kael, Ryland’s former Beta—spits at your feet. “An Omega? A traitor?” Ryland’s growl vibrates in your chest. “She’s your Luna.” “Not mine,” Kael snarls. “Not after she abandoned us.” Your nails dig into your palms. “I didn’t abandon you. *You* cast me out.” “For good reason!” A woman steps forward—Mira, the pack’s lead hunter. Her gaze flicks to the twins. “Those… *things* are abominations. The elders warned us—” Ryland moves faster than thought, pinning Mira to a tree. “Finish that sentence,” he whispers, his cl

Ryland The air reeks of smoke and blood, the aftermath of battle clinging to your skin like a second shadow. Around you, the pack tends to the wounded, their murmurs a low hum of exhaustion and fear. The twins huddle at your side, their small hands gripping your torn sleeves, their glow dimmed but unbroken. Ryland stands a few paces away, his back to you, shoulders taut as he surveys the smoldering ruins of the elders’ fortress. The dagger at your hip pulses faintly, its silver flames a ghostly echo of the covenant’s power. “They’re regrouping,” Ryland says, voice gravelly. He doesn’t turn, but you feel his gaze like a physical touch. “The elders won’t stop.” You tighten your grip on Silas and Selene. “Then we finish this.” He finally faces you, his gray eyes haunted. “It’s not that simple. The shadow they summoned—it’s not just a weapon. It’s *alive*. And it’s hungry.” Selene whimpers, her silver eyes widening. “The moon lady says… *it’s coming*.” As if summoned, the

ZARA’S POV* The forest is eerily silent, as if even the trees are holding their breath. Moonlight spills through the canopy, casting jagged shadows over the sacred grove where the elders once communed with the Goddess. Now, it reeks of betrayal. My claws dig into the damp earth as I crouch behind a moss-covered boulder, Silas and Selene pressed close to my sides. Their rapid breaths fog the air, their small bodies trembling not from fear—though Goddess knows they should be—but from the raw power humming beneath their skin. “Mommy,” Silas whispers, his golden eyes glowing faintly in the dark. “The bad man’s here.” “I know, baby,” I murmur, smoothing his wild curls. My wolf paces inside me, her snarls a silent echo of my rage. *Zane*. Ryland materializes beside us, his broad frame tense, blood streaking his jaw from a earlier skirmish with rogues. His gray eyes lock onto mine, stormy and unyielding. “The pack is in position. We move on your signal.” I nod, but Selene tugs my s

ZARA’S POV The packhouse is alive with noise—clattering dishes, murmured conversations, and the occasional burst of laughter. It’s a sound I haven’t heard in years, not since before the elders’ betrayal. The air smells of roasted meat and fresh bread, a stark contrast to the metallic tang of blood that lingered just days ago. I stand at the head of the long dining table, my fingers tracing the intricate carvings on the back of Ryland’s chair. The twins are seated nearby, Silas shoveling food into his mouth with the enthusiasm of a starving wolf, while Selene picks at her plate, her silver eyes darting around the room. “They’re watching us,” she whispers, tugging at my sleeve. I follow her gaze to a group of warriors huddled near the fireplace. Their eyes flicker to me, then away, their expressions unreadable. “Let them watch,” I say, forcing a smile. “They’re just curious.” “Curious or suspicious?” Ryland’s voice is low as he steps up beside me, his hand brushing mine. I

ZARA’S POV The forest is too quiet. Even the crickets have gone silent, as though the earth itself is holding its breath. Moonlight filters through the trees, casting skeletal shadows over the clearing where Ryland and I stand shoulder to shoulder, our wolves taut with anticipation. Silas and Selene hover behind us, their small hands clasped together, their powers a faint hum beneath their skin. “They’re close,” Ryland murmurs, his claws unsheathed. His gray eyes scan the treeline, sharp and unflinching. I nod, my throat tight. The air reeks of pine and iron—*blood*. Zane’s allies have been circling the territory for days, their howls echoing like taunts in the dark. Tonight, they’ll make their move. Selene tugs my sleeve, her silver eyes glowing. “The moon lady says… it’s time.” Before I can respond, a guttural snarl rips through the silence. A dozen wolves burst from the shadows, their eyes feral, their teeth bared. At their helm strides a hulking figure—Kael, Zane’s lieut