Todos os capítulos de Moonbound: The Rise Of The Alpha: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

The weight of the Watcher's warning hung heavy over the pack. Even as the forest slowly healed, a deeper uncertainty settled within them was the balance truly in their hands, or was it slipping through their fingers?Lyla spent the morning in the Silver Grove, tracing her fingers over the ancient runes carved into the trees. They glowed faintly, their power still lingering, but she could feel something shifting beneath the surface. The forest was watching. Waiting.Eli found her there, his presence grounding. “You didn’t sleep,” he said.Lyla exhaled, shaking her head. “I couldn’t. The Watcher’s words keep replaying in my mind. What if we’re not enough? What if the forest hasn’t chosen us?”Eli placed a hand on her shoulder. “Then we prove to it that we belong.”Later that afternoon, the wind changed. It carried a sound low, rhythmic, like distant chanting. The pack gathered in the clearing, listening as the whispers grew stronger, forming words in an ancient tongue Lyla could barely

Lyla walked in silence, flanked by the Marked Ones as they led her deeper into the unknown. The air was thick with something unnatural, something that made her skin prickle and her instincts scream at her to turn back. But she ignored the fear, kept her steps steady, and forced herself to focus.She had chosen this.She had to understand what the Marked Ones knew.The leader, the one who had spoken for them, moved just ahead of her, their dark cloak blending seamlessly with the shifting shadows around them. They hadn’t spoken since leaving the pack behind, but Lyla could feel their gaze flicking toward her every so often as if waiting for her to break the silence.She wouldn’t.Not yet.Instead, she listened. The forest’s whispers here were different. Not hostile, not corrupted just wrong. It was like standing on the edge of a storm, feeling the pressure build before the first crack of thunder.The Marked Ones were connected to this place.But did that mean they belonged here?Back at

The Forgotten City, Before DawnThe Forgotten City was silent, trapped in the moment between darkness and light. The ruins stretched like jagged bones against the horizon, half-swallowed by the creeping vines of the forest. A heavy mist curled through the broken stone pathways, the only movement in an otherwise still world.Lyla stood at the edge of the temple steps, watching the sunrise paint the sky in bruised shades of violet and gold. She had barely slept. The night had been too full of whispers of the forest, the Marked Ones, and her own doubts twisting inside her mind.She had made her choice.Now, she had to face the consequences.Behind her, the Marked Ones moved like shadows, their silver eyes gleaming in the dim light. They were waiting, watching, expecting. She was one of them now. Or at least, she was something in-between.Before her, Eli and the rest of her pack stood in the open courtyard, their bodies tense, their stances defensive.They had come for her.She had expect

Falling Through the VoidEli didn’t remember hitting the ground.One second, he had been charging toward the Gate of Shadows, fighting against the monstrous entity emerging from the abyss. The next he was falling.The air had no weight. No sound.Only endless darkness stretches in every direction.And thenHe landed.Not with pain. Not with impact.One moment, he was falling. The next, his feet were on solid ground.ExceptIt wasn’t ground.It was a memory.The moment he stepped forward, the space around him shifted. Shadows peeled away, revealing a battlefield frozen in time.The scent of blood and fire burned the air. The ruins of a great temple stretched before him, its walls blackened and shattered.And standing at the heart of itWas Lyla.But she wasn’t alone.Lyla stood in the center of the battlefield, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps.She knew somehow this wasn’t real.It was a memory. A fragment of something the forest had buried.But it felt real.The weight of the

Lyla had always believed that no matter what happened, her pack would stand beside her.Even if she made dangerous choices, even if she walked a path no wolf had walked before, they would trust her.That they would never fear her.But as she stood beneath the crumbling ruins of the Forgotten City, facing the wolves who had once been her family, she saw the truth written on their faces.They were afraid.Not of the Marked Ones who still stood silently behind her.Not of the Gate of Shadows, which pulsed faintly in the background, still open, still waiting.But of her.And the power that had followed her through the Gate.The wind whispered through the ruins, cold and watchful. The forest, which had once hummed softly in her mind, now spoke in stronger, clearer words.She is not the same.She is marked.She is chosen.Lyla clenched her fists, trying to ignore the way the ground beneath her shifted as if the earth itself recognized the change inside her.The shadows curled around her fee