All Chapters of BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The night air was thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken threats, as Joel led Elora toward the Council Hall. The scent of tension was almost suffocating. Every step they took seemed to echo too loudly, drawing the eyes of every pack member lurking in the shadows. Wolves—both in human and shifted forms—stood rigidly along the path, their glowing eyes like burning embers in the darkness. “Why is she still here?” a voice hissed from somewhere in the crowd. “She’s a threat to us all,” another murmured, followed by a deeper growl. “She’s the prophecy. Can’t you feel it? The air itself trembles around her.” Elora’s stomach twisted painfully. Each whisper struck her like a whip, and though she tried to keep her chin high, her trembling fingers betrayed her nerves. Joel walked ahead of her like a living shield, his tall frame tense with barely restrained fury. His golden eyes flicked across the crowd, and at every glance, murmurs hushed and gazes dropped. When they reached the mass

The moment Elora’s boots touched the cracked earth, a wave of icy dread surged through her. It coiled around her spine like a living thing, sharp claws digging deep into her chest. She could feel it—a darkness that wasn’t just in the air but in her very bones. The world here wasn’t right. The sky churned above her like an open wound, streaked with black lightning that clawed at the blood-red clouds. Each flash illuminated the barren wasteland stretching before her, littered with jagged stones and twisted, skeletal and scanty trees. Elora’s breath came in shallow gasps. The silence was suffocating, broken only by the faintest whispers that seemed to seep up from the ground itself. “Eloraaaaa…” Dozens of voices layered over each other—male, female, childlike, monstrous—hissed her name with sickening familiarity and she was at a confused state. She took a step back, but the earth cracked behind her. Pebbles tumbled into the endless abyss yawning below, their echoes swallowed

Elora stumbled through the remains of the battlefield and couldn't find an escape although she was finished with the second trail.Her fingers still tingled from the surge of power she had unleashed. Joel’s massive wolf form moved ahead of her, his black-and-silver fur streaked with blood and soot. Every step he took sent tremors through the cracked ground.The silence was deafening now. No whispers, no Watcher, no monsters—just the eerie quiet of a world holding its breath which was weird and discomforting.“Joel…” Elora’s voice broke as she reached out, her trembling hand brushing against his flank. The wolf stopped mid-step, his golden eyes flashing back at her. They glowed brighter in the darkness, wild yet filled with something achingly human.“You didn’t have to come for me,” she whispered, tears threatening to spill. “This is my trial.”Joel shifted slowly, bones snapping and reforming until he stood before her again in his human form, bare-chested and bloodied, his chest rising

The world felt still .As Joel and Elora stumbled out of the rift, the suffocating darkness of the Shadow Realm fell away, replaced by the chill of Silverfang territory. But this wasn’t peace. It was the eerie calm that came before a storm—the kind of quiet that made your skin prickle and your instincts scream for some noise.Elora’s legs gave out. She collapsed onto the damp grass, her palms digging into the earth as she sucked in shallow, ragged breaths. Blood streaked her arms, soot clung to her face, and her hair hung in tangled clumps around her shoulders. Her entire body trembled, every muscle screaming from exhaustion and pain.But the ache inside her chest was worse.She had survived. Barely. And she didn’t know how much of herself was left and what to do next.A low grunt drew her gaze. Joel stood a few feet away, his massive wolf form shuddering as his body began to shift. Fur receded. Bones cracked and twisted. Muscles realigned beneath skin. And then he was there—Joel, bu

The pack lands were silent now, but it wasn’t peace. It was the heavy, suffocating stillness of a battlefield moments before the final strike.Elora’s knees hit the cold earth, grass damp with dew—or was it blood? She couldn’t tell anymore,she was at a very confused state.Her chest heaved, each breath ragged. Her hands trembled faintly, faint trails of silver light pulsing in her veins.Joel stood just ahead of her, his figure battered and bloodied but unbowed. His golden eyes were sharp, glowing even in the darkness, though exhaustion pulled at his broad shoulders.“They’ll come for us,” Elora whispered, clutching her aching side.“They already have.” Joel’s voice was low, strained. He tilted his head slightly, listening. “Hear them?”Faint howls broke the silence. One. Then three. Then dozens.Elora’s stomach knotted.Through the treeline, shadows broke into the clearing—wolves. Too many to count. Their eyes glowed like coals in the night, their growls rumbling deep. At their center