บททั้งหมดของ Bound By Magic And Moonlight: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

Aiden's Point of ViewThe morning light seeps through the crack in the blinds, painting pale golden stripes across the ceiling. I blink against it, disoriented for a moment, caught between sleep and the heavy, lingering haze that’s clung to me since I got back last night.My apartment is quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your ears, makes your heart beat just a little louder in your chest. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, listening to the silence. Everything looks the same, the worn dresser in the corner, the boots kicked haphazardly by the door, the photo of me and Abby framed on the nightstand, but it all feels different. Off. Like I’ve stepped back into a version of my life that doesn’t quite fit anymore.I push the covers off and sit up, muscles stiff, joints sore in that way that tells me sleep didn’t do much. My feet hit the floor with a dull thud. The wood is cold under my heels. Familiar.I move through the motions on autopilot. Pulling on

Hazel's Point of View The sharp shrill sound of my alarm splits through the quiet, dragging me from restless sleep. I groan and slap at my phone until the noise stops. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, the last wisps of dream clinging to the edges of my mind. Crimson eyes. Dark hair. The woman still lingers in my thoughts like a shadow refusing to lift. But the day is waiting, and I have a lecture to give. I swing my legs over the side of the bed and stretch, my joints protesting the movement. The morning light spills weakly through my curtains, casting faint gold streaks across the hardwood floor. I shuffle into the bathroom, splash cold water on my face, and run a comb through my tangled hair. My reflection stares back at me, tired, but determined. I dress in something comfortable but professional, a cream sweater tucked into high waisted trousers, my boots scuffed but dependable. I pull on a long coat and sling my bag over my shoulder, stuffing my lecture

Aiden's Point of ViewThe late afternoon sun filters through the blinds, casting slanted golden stripes across my desk. I sit in my office, the chair creaking quietly beneath me as I shift my weight. The pack house is unusually quiet, too quiet. Just the steady ticking of the old clock on the wall and the faint rustling of papers keep me company.I rub a hand over my face, then lean forward again, elbows braced on the desk. The reports are scattered across the surface, incident reports, scout updates, doctor's assessments, and maps marked with the attack patterns. I’ve read them all more times than I can count, but I go through them again, methodically. Page after page. Every detail is a puzzle piece, and I keep hoping the right pattern will suddenly click into place.The Gray Mountain attack. The claw marks. The strange burn pattern left near the tree line. The scent that disappeared mid trail. I circle back to the part about Abby, how the sudden chaos sent her to the hospital, becau

Hazel's Point of ViewThe morning light barely filters through the curtains, but it’s enough to tell me I didn’t sleep well, again. My body feels heavy, my head clouded, and the same thought gnaws at the edge of my mind like it has every night since the visit to the witch in the woods: I have to go back to them.My old coven.I stare at the ceiling for a moment, my heart sinking. There’s a pressure in my chest that makes it hard to breathe, let alone move. I toss the blankets aside and sit up, rubbing at my tired eyes. I feel the dull ache of another restless night and the weight of everything I’m about to face.With a long, exhausted sigh, I push myself out of bed.The wooden floor feels cold under my feet as I shuffle towards the bathroom. I flick on the light, and the harsh brightness makes me wince. My reflection in the mirror looks just as worn as I feel, hair messy from tossing and turning, shadows under my eyes, worry etched into my features. I lean over the sink, resting my ha

Drake's Point of ViewThe moment the word Lycan leaves my mouth, the air around us seems to shift. Subtle at first, but it’s there, an invisible current pulling tight. Hazel goes still beside me, and I can feel the way her energy folds inward. Guarded. Alert.I turn my head slowly to look at her. Her lips are pressed into a thin line, her eyes focused on something far away, something that lives in memory more than in this moment. I can hear her breath catch slightly.“You know what I’m talking about,” I say, my voice low.She doesn't answer right away, but her body speaks for her. A small nod of her head. Then she turns her gaze to me, finally meeting my eyes.“There was a drawing,” she says, her voice barely above a whisper. “A few weeks ago. One of my students found it during a geology field trip. We were exploring this cave system not far from here. I thought it was nothing at first, just ancient symbols or wild imagination.”She pauses, her fingers tightening around her coffee cup