All Chapters of Wolf's Bane: Moonlit Forbidden: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

The scent of stale canvas and nervous energy hung heavy in Triston's tent as the pale light of dawn crept in, casting long, slanted shadows across the thick maps strewn over the central table. The air inside was taut, thick with tension and the scent of oiled steel and leather. Outside, the pre-dawn chill of the fourth morning bit hard as the camp stirred to life—soldiers preparing, murmurs of prayer and final words before battle—but inside, a different kind of cold settled in the pit of their stomachs and silence reigned for a beat longer.Triston stood at the table, fastening the last buckle of his chestplate with calm precision. His silver-lined armor gleamed dimly in the muted light, a stark contrast to the darkness in his eyes. Xaren and Jaxon flanked him, both adjusting their weapons, their movements slow, deliberate. A trio bound by a shared purpose and a looming battle, moved with practiced efficiency, donning their combat gear. Each buckle, each strap, was a silent vow.No on

The morning sun had barely risen when Reyes rode into the battlefield at the head of his column, black armor gleaming with a cruel sheen. Behind him, two heavy wagons rumbled forward, drawn by thick, snarling beasts bred for war. Each wagon was large and draped in coarse, dark tarp, the edges fluttering like torn banners in the breeze.The Nyxorian soldiers parted for their Alpha, forming ranks on either side as he dismounted and strode forward to the front of the line. He held no flag of truce, no token of diplomacy—only that ever-present smirk, carved sharp across his face like a blade.With a casual flick of his hand, he ordered the wagons pushed forward, closer to no man’s land—the stretch of land between enemy lines that neither dared cross without a fight. As the first wagon groaned to a stop, Reyes raised his voice, projecting it across the field.“TRISTON!” His voice cracked like a whip, echoing through the valley. Silence fell over both sides as heads turned and breaths held.

“Don’t you dare die on me,” Triston ordered, his voice trembling with fury and desperation. “Hold on. We’ll get you out of here. Jaxon, Xaren—get the damn arrows out of the way! Clear the field!”But Revin shook his head weakly, his breath rattling in his lungs. “Listen… to me.” His fingers twitched, barely gripping the front of Triston’s torn tunic. “Ivone… she can’t stay there. Don’t let… don’t let Reyes keep her… not a day longer.”Triston’s throat tightened, his jaw clenched as he fought to hold back the emotions clawing at him. “I swear it. I’ll bring her back. You’ll see. We’ll—”“No,” Revin whispered, his voice breaking. “It… it gets worse for her. If you don’t… stop him now… you’ll lose her.” His eyes clouded, his strength slipping like water through his fingers. “Promise me…”Triston swallowed hard, the world around him narrowing until there was nothing but Revin’s face, pale and bloodied. “I promise,” he said, voice like a vow carved in stone.Revin exhaled—a final, shudderi

“Look at me,” he said softly.Zina tried to turn her gaze away, ashamed, but his grip tightened just enough to still her. Her eyes, bloodshot and glassy, met his. She looked utterly broken, yet beneath the tears and fear, a flicker of something else—guilt? regret?—still lingered.Reyes smiled, though there was no warmth in it. “Is this what you’ve been reduced to, Zina?” he asked, his thumb brushing a tear from her cheek. “The proud serpent of my court, now weeping in the dirt like a child?” he murmured, tilting her head slightly. “Look at you. Groveling.”She flinched, more at the tone than the words.“I—I never meant to betray you,” she stammered as her voice broke. “I was misled. Confused. I only ever wanted to serve you, I thought I was doing what was best—”“What was best for you,” Reyes corrected, his voice dipping lower. “Not for me. Not for Nyxora.”She blinked rapidly, tears spilling again. “Please… give me a chance to make it right. I lost my way but I—I’ll prove myself, I s

Triston and Xaren moved like shadows under the blood-soaked sky, their paws pounding against the earth as the sounds of battle grew fainter behind them. They had broken through the thick of the fighting, carving a path of fury and vengeance through the Nyxorian ranks, leaving bodies in their wake. Triston had left Jaxon in charge of leading the troops, knowing that he could do a good job of it.The scent of ash and iron clung to the wind, and though Triston's wounds throbbed with every stride—his leg still bleeding from Dathan’s arrow—his resolve never faltered. They shifted back into their human forms once they reached the tree line that marked the castle’s outer perimeter, cloaked in the sharp scent of pine and smoke. The towering walls of the Nyxorian stronghold loomed in the near distance, dark and unwelcoming, like a beast watching them approach.“We're close,” Xaren said, wiping a bloodied blade against his already-stained trousers. His eyes burned with the same mixture of rage