All Chapters of Moonbound: The Rise Of The Alpha: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

The embers had faded, but the fire Lyla had lit would never go out.The Elders were gone.Their rule, their control nothing but dust on the wind.But the world would not stay empty for long.Power did not die.It waited.Eli stood beside her, watching the Bloodmarked gather. "They’ll expect a leader."Jorah nodded. "The packs will want answers."Dani smirked. "They’re not gonna like what they hear."Caelum studied Lyla carefully. "Are you ready for what comes next?"She already knew what came next."We don’t give them a new ruler."The Bloodmarked listened."We give them something better."The wind stirred, carrying her words across the battlefield."A world without masters."The warriors bowed their heads.The torches burned low.And the new world one without kings, without thrones, without chains began.The wind howled through the ruins, carrying the last traces of the Elders’ rule into the past.The Bloodmarked stood waiting.For a command.For a future.For her.Eli’s voice was lo

The night was too quiet.Lyla moved through the trees, the Bloodmarked following in silence. The ruins were behind them, but the feeling that weight pressing against her ribs had not faded.Something was still out there.Something that had survived.Eli walked beside her, his voice low. “We’re being watched.”Jorah’s golden eyes flickered. “I know. I can feel it.”Dani’s fingers brushed her daggers. “Then let’s make them regret it.”Caelum exhaled. “The Elders are dead, but their shadow lingers.”Lyla already knew.The whispers in the wind weren’t just ghosts of the past.They were warnings.She stopped, inhaling deeply.A scent.Faint. Old. But still there.Her silver eyes sharpened."They didn’t all die in the fire."The Bloodmarked tensed."Someone is waiting for us."The torches burned low.The wind carried the echoes of something just out of reach.And Lyla Blackwood stepped into the dark.Because whatever was left?She was going to find it.And this time she would make sure it d

The ground split open.Not like a wound.Like a mouth.Lyla moved first, claws igniting with silver fire as she lunged for the Elder.But the Elder did not flinch.Did not defend.Did not even care.Because they had already won.The wind howled.The shadows beneath them unraveled not just darkness, but something alive.Something old.Something returning.Eli’s voice was sharp. “Lyla”Jorah’s golden eyes burned. “It’s not just them.”Dani’s smirk vanished. “We’ve been fighting the wrong war.”Caelum’s silver gaze was steady, his voice quiet. “No. We’ve been fighting the wrong enemy.”Lyla landed hard, skidding back just as the thing began to rise.Not a creature.Not a god.Something in between.Something born from the ashes of a fallen empire.The Elder smiled, stepping backward, into the shifting black."You thought you were the ending."The whispers in the wind became voices."But you were only ever the beginning."Lyla bared her fangs."Then let’s see how this story really ends."T

The earth split beneath their feet.Again.But this time, it didn’t feel like a wound or a mouth.It felt like a heartbeat.Lyla staggered, the talisman scorching her palms as the ground heaved. The circle Kane had carved glowed with crimson light, its veins spreading like cracks through the earth. The air vibrated with a deep, rhythmic thrum slow, steady, inevitable.The Hollow King's pulse.Across the clearing, Kane grinned, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. Blood dripped from the ritual knife in his hand, soaking into the carved runes."You can’t stop it now, Blackwood," he rasped. "The forest remembers its true master."The shadows coiling around the pit swirled faster. The Hollow King’s form stretched from the abyss, taller and more solid than before. Its limbs elongated with each pulse of the crimson light. Its eyeless face turned toward Lyla, and though it had no mouth, she felt the weight of its attention.It knows me.The talisman in her grip pulsed with whit

The moon was wrong.Too pale.Too still.Lyla stared at it through the thinning canopy. The full moon hung in the sky like a frozen eye, watching, waiting. Its light touched the forest but gave no warmth.The bond stirred beneath her feet. Weak. Anxious.The forest knew.The Bloodmoon was coming.And when it arrived...Everything would break.The Bloodmarked moved through the trees in wary silence.Every step felt heavier than the last.The fight with Kane had left them battered, their connection to the forest frayed. The wolves' steps faltered more than usual. Their senses dulled.The bond was still there, but thinner. Fainter.Lyla could feel its weakness like an ache beneath her skin.Mason walked beside her, his usual confident stride replaced by a limp. His gray fur was streaked with dried blood."This doesn’t feel right," he said, voice low.Lyla nodded. "It isn’t."Ahead, Jonas led the way. His shoulders were rigid, his eyes sweeping the shadows. Dani followed just behind him,