All Chapters of Ashes of the Broken Moon: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Wolf in Their MidstNight blanketed the Ironfang stronghold in uneasy quiet.After days of blood and fire, the wounded slept in tents lit by moonlight. The warriors kept close watch. Patrols moved through the forest’s edge with silent steps, waiting for the next strike that hadn’t yet come.Lyra couldn’t sleep.Not with the soul fires burning across the western sky—three vertical columns of black flame that shimmered even through cloud cover. Rowan had said it: Retribution.She stood on the battlement now, overlooking the woods where shadows stretched long. Darius had offered to stay beside her, but she’d told him to rest. He had nearly died in her arms. She needed him strong… for what was coming.Behind her, boots approached softly.Rowan.“You know what those fires mean,” he said without preamble.Lyra nodded. “They’ve marked me. I’m not just a rebel anymore. I’m a threat to their throne.”He leaned on the stone wall, arms crossed. “They’ve used every weapon

Chapter Thirty-Four: The Gathering StormThe Hollow seemed quieter after the Goddess’s visit, as if even the trees dared not speak aloud what had happened beneath their roots. Morning fog clung to the stone ruins like a ghost, and Lyra’s breath misted in the cold air as she stood at the edge of the ridge.The mark on her back still burned, a constant throb beneath her skin—a reminder that destiny no longer hovered on the horizon.It was here now.And it was hers.Darius approached, wrapping a thick cloak over her shoulders.“You didn’t sleep.”“I can’t,” Lyra whispered. “The Goddess said I had a choice… but she didn’t tell me what it was. Only that sacrifice would come.”Darius placed a hand over hers. “Whatever it is, we face it together.”She nodded, but her heart remained heavy. Because deep inside, she knew: no matter how strong their bond was, not even love could shield them from what was coming.---Far North — The Council’s New AllianceIn the frozen reaches of the Northern Tun

Chapter Thirty-Six: The Second SleeperThe silence after betrayal wasn’t just quiet—it was suffocating.Lyra stood alone in the war chamber, staring at the shattered remains of the Unity crest, which had cracked clean down the center when Sera's blade struck the alterstone. The morning light filtered through the high windows, pale and cold, casting long shadows across the marble floor.No one had spoken to her since dawn.Not Rowan. Not Kael. Not even Elias, who remained under armed watch, recovering in isolation.And Darius… had vanished.He hadn’t even taken a scout.He left her nothing but the ghost of a glance, and the echo of a heartbreak she hadn’t yet processed.---War WithinThe Council wanted answers. The Ironfang warriors wanted blood. The allied packs whispered of dissolving the alliance before it even began.And Lyra? She just wanted a moment to breathe.But leadership didn’t allow space for grief. Not now. Not with a second sleeper somewhere still among them—activated. W

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Blood Price of the ThroneThe scent of blood still lingered in the throne room—faint, metallic, and unnervingly fresh.Lyra stood frozen in the grand doorway, her boots rooted to the stone as her heart thundered in her chest. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to lunge, to fight, to rip Kael’s smirk clean from his face.But it was the man beside him that truly turned her blood to ice.Silas Vorn.The name alone was a ghost story whispered in the barracks—of a ruthless elder who drank the strength of the young and consorted with the forbidden arts of bone magic. He had been exiled before Lyra was born, his name struck from records, his crimes buried in shame.And yet here he stood, alive, composed, draped in red like royalty.Kael rose from the High Warden’s chair, arms spread as if greeting an old friend. “Lyra. You look well, considering you’ve been wandering ruins and playing politics with the dead.”“How did you—” she started, then stopped herself. O

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Rise of the ForsakenThe old roots of Ironfang ran deep—twisting through stone and silence, deeper than most wolves ever dared to tread. Lyra followed Kira through the hidden passages beneath the capital’s underbelly, where forgotten oaths and abandoned bones whispered secrets in the dark.The tunnel opened into a vast cavern, lit only by veins of glowing fungi that clung to the walls like ancient scars. Wolves—dozens of them—lifted their heads as Lyra emerged from the shadows.Scarred. Armed. Watching her.Not enemies.But outcasts.Rebels.The Forsaken.Kira stepped beside her. “They were branded traitors by Kael. Exiled. Hunted. But they’re not broken. Not anymore.”A tall man stepped forward from the crowd. His left eye was gone, a jagged scar in its place. The other eye was a bright, burning gold. “You’re her. The girl who survived the pit. The one who carries Reaver blood.”Lyra met his gaze. “I’m more than that now.”He smiled. “Good. Because we’ve waited l