บททั้งหมดของ Moonbound: The Rise Of The Alpha: บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

The council chamber was louder than it had been in months.Lyla stood at the head of the long oak table, her silver gaze burning beneath the dim flicker of torchlight. The tension in the room was sharp and cold like the air before a storm.Rowan sat stiffly at her left, his gaze hard beneath his dark brow. Asha sat beside him, her arms crossed over her chest, her dark gaze narrowed toward the center of the table.Vaughn leaned back in his seat at the opposite side of the table, his mouth curled faintly into a thin smile. His dark gaze gleamed beneath the firelight.Jonas stood near the doorway, his body still tense beneath the thin layer of his jacket. The wound in his side had healed but barely. Dani sat cross-legged on the table beside him, her dagger spinning lazily between her fingers.Mason stood near the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest, his dark gaze sharp beneath the thin stretch of light. Eli stood at Lyla’s right side, his silver eyes steady and lethal.The other al

The scent of blood lingered.It clung to the trees. To the frost-bitten dirt. To the silence.Lyla stood at the edge of the clearing, silver eyes burning in the dark. Her ribs ached, her side throbbed, and the cold didn’t numb the sharp pull of exhaustion deep in her chest.But she was still standing.The rival had fled wounded, not dead.Vaughn was gone, too, dragged into the shadows by two of his remaining wolves. The rest had scattered when Lyla’s power had turned the forest against them.Jonas limped toward her, one hand pressed to a fresh cut along his temple. “He’ll regroup.”Lyla didn’t turn. “I know.”“He’ll be angry.”“I’m counting on it.”Behind them, Eli barked orders to the other wolves clearing the field, carrying the wounded. Dani knelt beside Mason, who was cradling a dislocated shoulder and cursing under his breath. Even Rowan had taken a hit, but he stood tall, blood-streaked and furious.“They’re scared,” Jonas said, his voice low. “They saw what you did to the groun

“You think you can kill me, Lyla?”Elaine’s voice echoed from the shadows, and Lyla’s grip on her sword tightened. Her mother’s betrayal still burned deep, but the rage was different now. It wasn’t just anger, it was a promise.Lyla stepped forward, eyes cold. “I’m not here to kill you. But I will break you.”Elaine laughed, stepping into the dim moonlight. “You’ll never be enough to do that. Not for me.”The woman standing before Lyla wasn’t the mother she remembered, the caring warm figure who once wrapped her in love. This Elaine was a shell of that person, a cold, twisted version of the woman who’d sold her soul to darkness.“Then I guess we’ll see just how far you’ve fallen,” Lyla said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.Elaine tilted her head, eyes narrowing. “You have no idea what’s at stake. No idea what you’re really fighting for.”“I’m fighting for Silverwood,” Lyla snapped. “And for myself.”Flashback:Lyla’s memories were suddenly filled with flashes, th

“You’re sure she went this way?”Dani’s voice sliced through the trees, blade drawn, breath steady. She wasn’t scared yet.Lyla crouched low, fingers brushing the moss. The trail was faint, but the energy burned cold.“Yeah. She’s trying to stay hidden, but this place… she doesn’t know it like I do.”Eli was just behind her, silent as always, but his presence was a roar in her chest.Mason flanked the left, muttering, “This feels like a trap.”“It is,” Jonas said from the rear. “But that doesn’t mean we don’t spring it.”The pack moved like one unit tight, silent, deadly. The forest was denser here. The trees darker. They’d crossed into Ridge burial ground territory long abandoned, cursed by blood magic and bone.But Lyla could feel it: the pull.She was close.Not to her enemy.To herself.Thirty minutes in, the team reached a clearing.The trees parted like the forest was holding its breath.A stone altar stood in the center cracked and bloodstained. Symbols Lyla recognized from her

“Eli look!”Lyla’s voice tore from her throat as the shattered crescent blazed across the clearing. Fragments of violet light rained down like meteors, burning holes into the ground. The forest itself wailed, every tree trembling, every wolf clutching their heads in agony.Eli’s grip on her arm tightened. His voice was gravel. “The bond’s tearing. If it snaps completely, Silverwood won’t survive the night.”The Third Bond stepped forward, her fractured mark glowing like a second moon. Jonas was beside her, shoulders squared, eyes glowing brighter than the stars. Together, they looked unstoppable.“Do you feel it?” the Third Bond whispered, her tone almost reverent. “The forest screaming, begging to be free? That’s not destruction, Guardian. That’s rebirth.”Lyla spat blood, fury vibrating through her bones. “You’re killing it.”Jonas’s eyes flickered just for a second. Then he raised his violet blade. “No. We’re saving it.”The Third Bond thrust her palm toward Lyla. A shockwave of vi