บททั้งหมดของ Moonbound: The Rise Of The Alpha: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Lyla’s pulse hadn’t settled since the figure disappeared.She stood at the edge of the clearing, the cold night air clinging to her skin. Behind her, Eli and Jonas were quiet. The tension between them was sharp enough to cut.The bodies of the Ridge wolves had been moved. Jonas had insisted on helping with the burial silent, steady but his hands had trembled when he touched the bloodstained fur.Lyla had wanted to say something.But there were no words for this.No words for the feeling in her chest the slow, spreading dread beneath the fragile quiet.“We need to move,” Eli said. His voice was calm, but his silver eyes were sharp with tension.Jonas wiped blood from his hands, his jaw tight. “We need to tell the council.”“We don’t know what we’re dealing with yet,” Eli replied.Jonas’s gaze sharpened. “That’s exactly why we need to tell them.”Eli’s eyes narrowed.Lyla closed her eyes, steadying her breath. They were already starting to fray at the edges.“I’ll handle it,” she said.

Lyla crouched at the edge of the clearing, her fingers brushing the cold dirt beneath her palms.The scent of blood had faded, but the wrongness lingered beneath the surface a quiet hum of tension in the air. The forest was holding its breath.She closed her eyes, letting her senses sharpen. The pulse of the earth beneath her feet. The whisper of the wind through the leaves. The quiet energy humming beneath the surface.It felt… strained.As if the forest itself was bracing for something.Eli knelt beside her, his silver eyes narrowed. Jonas stood a few steps back, arms crossed over his chest. Dani leaned against a tree trunk nearby, tossing a dagger between her hands with lazy precision.Mason was farther back, arms crossed, his dark gaze sharp and assessing. He hadn’t spoken since they left camp."Anything?" Eli’s voice was low, steady.Lyla exhaled through her nose. "It’s faint."Jonas’s brow furrowed. "Meaning?"Lyla’s eyes opened. "Meaning he doesn’t want to be found."Dani’s mou

The council chamber was colder than usual.Lyla stood at the head of the long oak table, her hands pressed flat against the scarred wood.The room was quiet, but tension hummed beneath the stillness.Rowan sat to her left, his brow furrowed beneath the weight of a fresh scar along his temple. Asha sat beside him, her arms crossed, her dark gaze watchful. Vaughn leaned back in his seat at the opposite side of the table, his mouth curled faintly, dark eyes gleaming beneath the dim firelight.Jonas stood near the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest. Dani leaned against the wall beside him, her dagger twirling between her fingers with lazy precision.Mason sat at the far end of the table, his gaze sharp beneath his dark hair.Eli stood just behind Lyla’s left shoulder, his silver eyes steady and unreadable. His presence was grounding but even his calm energy couldn’t cut through the weight in the room.Lyla’s silver gaze swept across the table."You all know why we’re here," she said

Lyla stood beneath the cold night sky at the edge of Blackwood territory.The forest pressed against her senses cold and strained beneath the sharp bite of frost. The air was thin and tense, like the trees themselves were holding their breath.Jonas stood at her left side, his dark gaze cutting toward the tree line. Eli stood at her right, his silver eyes narrowed and sharp. Dani crouched at the base of a fallen tree, her dagger spinning between her fingers.Mason stood a few feet behind them, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze was cold beneath the moonlight.The others were gathered nearby Blackwood wolves and Alder wolves, their gazes tense and uncertain beneath the dim glow of torchlight.They were waiting.For Lyla.For answers.For war.Jonas’s gaze slid toward her. "We can’t keep stalling."Lyla’s breath sharpened. "I know."Eli’s silver eyes flashed toward the tree line. "Rowan’s scouts spotted movement near the eastern ridge."Jonas’s jaw flexed. "How many?"Eli’s gaze

Lyla stood at the head of the long oak table in the council chamber, her silver gaze burning beneath the dim flicker of torchlight.The air was heavy with tension sharp and thin beneath the weight of too many unspoken threats.Rowan sat at her left, his dark brow furrowed. Asha sat beside him, her dark gaze watchful beneath the flicker of firelight. Vaughn leaned back in his seat at the opposite side of the table, his mouth curled faintly into a thin smile.Jonas stood near the doorway, his body tense beneath his jacket. His color had returned, but the strain of the last fight still shadowed his dark gaze. Dani sat cross-legged on the edge of the table, her dagger spinning between her fingers.Mason leaned against the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his dark gaze sharp beneath the low light.Eli stood at Lyla’s right side, his silver eyes steady and lethal. His hand brushed against her wrist light and grounding beneath the tension cutting through the room.Lyla’s chest tigh