All Chapters of Torn From The Bond : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Reya’s POV Like a silver challenge, the full moon was staring down.”At the peak of the stone staircase, I observed the blood-etched arena we carved into the shadow of Mount Blacken. Why? Warriors, including those who were unmarked and rogue, as well as defectors such Lycan, lined the perimeter.” The Unclaimed Banner, which was black and crimson, streaked over us. This wasn't tradition. It was revolution. My voice boomed. "The Luna Trials kick off tonight."The crowd went still. It appeared that the wind was still holding its breath.'Queens who wear silk and rule through men are not suitable for these situations.... Wolves who bleed for their own beliefs are the beneficiaries of these.” Women who think they can lead better than me should step forward. Silence. Then a footstep. Sasha. Tall. Silver-colored hair was swept down her back like the end of an old sword. A scar on her cheek was caused by a Lycan's claw. She strolled into the ring with confidence. Luna, I take on your c

Reya's POV. Despite the challenges of betrayal, war and fractured loyalties, the twins were the driving force behind my ongoing uprising. I realized that something was terribly wrong when I was looking at their sleeping bodies. While sleeping, Luis screamed in the cold mountain air that permeated his forehead, sweat oozing with the wind. The back of my hand was placed on his forehead. Burning. Too hot. The skin beneath my fingers spewed with a faint smell, resembling an unnatural liquid. With barely a word in my mouth, I called out "Alpha Tristan." At that point, he was with me, his eyes fixed on our son's face. His usually unremitting stare didn't make me miss the terror. He mumbled, "He was okay yesterday," but it felt like a request rather than remark. "Pearl played with him laughing.” But Pearl wasn't laughing now. Her gaze shook with determination near the window. "The smell is... incorrect." That's when I felt it, through my core, the bond. Not sickness. Not a fever. But a

Reya’s POVThe war room trembled with tension the moment I stepped inside. The walls were lined with maps stained by soot and blood. Candles sputtered around the massive oak table, casting jagged shadows across Alpha Tristan and Sebastian, seated opposite me. No throne. No pomp.This council had been called for one reason: to decide Dante’s fate before the next Blood Moon.I slid into the center seat—my seat. My eyes flicked between them.Alpha Tristan spoke first, voice low. “We need intel. Dante’s fortress—where is it exactly?”Sebastian pushed a rune-stamped scroll toward me. “East of Black Hollow. Built on altar grounds. Vines and bones entwined in the walls. It’s alive.”Fear rippled through me at the word alive. But I closed my fists.“We assault?” Alpha Tristan asked.I met his eyes. “Not yet.”He blinked. “Then what?”“We infiltrate. We learn his power. And we choose our battlefield.” My finger tapped the map. “Here—in Lunaris’ dead forest. The ground is rooted in our blood.”

Tristan’s POVI climbed the spiral stairs before dawn, heart pounding like a storm churning behind my ribs. The air inside the Frostreach Caverns was still, but I knew she was inside—isolated, wreathed in power I had helped shatter and rebuild.when she was just Reya, a headstrong girl with moonlight in her voice. We trained under the Blood Moon, her eyes alight with dreams of freedom. And yet, even then, I’d been torn between her and the empire I thought I protected.Now, the empire I protected was her.At the top, she stood beneath the cracked altar, silver hair loose, framed in moonlight—even before the dawn broke. Her presence made the air shift. She was wild. Beautiful. Broken.“I told you not to come,” she said, voice low, almost vulnerable. Vulnerable. I swallowed. That word split me open.“I never should’ve left you,” I said, stepping closer, boots echoing on stone. “Not after the twins. Not after…”She stiffened. “Then don’t speak of it.”I stopped. Almost wanted to run back

Sebastian’s POVThe sky bleeds.The Blood Moon hangs like a curse, full and red and humming with the promise of war. The air crackles. Lunaris is no longer silent. It thrums with howls, metal, and the scent of ash.I see the battlefield laid bare before me like a nightmare uncoiling. Dante’s forces flood the valley—feral wolves with hollow eyes, twisted by blood magic, their snarls inhuman. Undead. Cursed. This is no army. It’s death itself.And Reya? She stands at the front, hair wild, her eyes glowing with golden fire. Her voice carries power now—actual, bone-shattering, spirit-flaying power. When she speaks, wolves drop. When she screams, the cursed split apart mid-air.But even she cannot hold the line alone.“Hold formation!” I shout, slicing through two rogues that lunge at me. Blood coats my arms. My wolf claws just under the surface, but I can’t shift. Not yet. Not while strategy still matters more than brute strength.Alpha Tristan is beside me, a whirlwind of silver and fury