Alle Kapitel von The Alpha’s Moonbreather : Kapitel 201 – Kapitel 210

Kion had not dreamed in years.Sleep, yes—thin, restless stretches of unconsciousness broken by aches in his bones and the slow tightening of age—but not dreams. Not like this.This dream dragged him backward.He stood inside the council chamber as it had been on the night Elise Thorne was condemned. The memory returned with cruel clarity: the banners hanging stiff and heavy, the torches burning too bright, the air thick with judgment and fear disguised as order. He remembered where he had stood, how his hands had rested calmly behind his back while a young woman knelt at the center of the room, wrists bound, hair loose and damp with sweat.Except this time, he was not standing behind the council table.This time, he was on his knees.The stone floor was cold. His palms were pressed flat against it, scraped raw, fingers trembling as chains bit into his wrists. He could feel his own heartbeat in his ears, loud and uneven, the way Elise’s must have been that night.No.Not his.Hers.Th

The first alarms sounded too late.By the time the watchtowers along Archview’s outer borders began ringing their bells, the sea had already changed. The water that normally lapped against the cliffs had pulled back unnaturally far, exposing dark stone and slick sand that hadn’t seen air in years. Fishermen along the coast dropped their nets and stared in confusion as the tide retreated another step, then another.“This isn’t right,” one of them muttered. “The moon’s wrong.”A deep, distant roar answered him.It rolled in from the horizon, low and steady, not the crash of a storm but the sound of something massive moving with purpose. Wolves stationed along the cliffs stiffened, ears flattening as the vibration traveled through the ground beneath their boots.“Report,” a captain barked. “What do you see?”The soldier beside him squinted toward the sea. His voice came out hoarse. “Light. In the water.”The captain followed his gaze—and froze.The waves were glowing.Not reflecting moon

Elise did not sleep after the bonding rite.The connection to the ten Moonbreathers pulsed softly at the back of her awareness, like a second heartbeat that refused to quiet. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt them. Maelis tending herbs by the eastern pools. Toren sharpening a blade even though there was no immediate threat. Lira standing at the cliff edge, watching the sea as if expecting it to speak.She rose before dawn and stepped outside the Temple of Tides, the air cool against her skin.That was when Elder Sera appeared beside her.Not suddenly. Not dramatically. Simply there, as if she had always been waiting.“You felt it,” Sera said.Elise nodded. “I feel everything.”Sera studied her for a long moment. “That will fade into control. Or it will consume you. That depends on what you choose to carry.”Elise turned toward her. “You said there was more I needed to see.”“Yes,” Sera replied. “Come.”They walked without speaking.The path wound deeper into the island than Eli

The moon changed without warning.One moment it was pale and steady above the island, casting its usual calm reflection across the sea. The next, its light thickened, deepened, and bled into red. Not the soft red of sunset or the faint blush of clouds, but a dense, saturated crimson that felt heavy on the skin.Elise felt it before anyone spoke.She was standing at the edge of the Temple of Tides, listening to the water move through the channels carved into the stone floor, when her chest tightened sharply. The air pressed down. The familiar pull of the moon, usually measured and distant, surged like a hand closing around her ribs.She lifted her head slowly.The crimson light spilled through the open arches of the temple, staining the white stone walls and turning the water in the basins dark as wine.Someone whispered her name.“Elise.”She turned. The Circle of Silver was already gathering, drawn by the same instinct that had pulled her still. Ten figures stepped into the temple sp

The feral wolves hit the clearing like a wall.There was no warning charge, no circling, no testing of strength. They slammed into the Moonbreather lines with reckless force, bodies colliding with water barriers and shields of silverlight so hard that the ground itself shuddered. Elise felt the impact through her boots, through her bones, through the pulse of the Moonfire burning in her chest.“Hold!” she shouted. “Do not scatter!”The Circle of Silver held their formation, barely.Silverlight flared in blinding arcs as water shields rose and shattered, rose and shattered again. The sound of claws scraping against stone mixed with snarls that sounded wrong, stretched too far into something almost human. Elise moved constantly, never still, her hands lifting and cutting through the air as crescent fire tore through corrupted flesh with surgical precision.A feral lunged at her from the left. She turned without thinking, palm striking forward. Silver flame exploded outward, hurling the