All Chapters of BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The forest burned.Ash drifted like black snow, catching in Elora’s hair as she stood shoulder to shoulder with Joel. His golden eyes glowed, sharp and feral even in human form. Around them, Silverfang warriors shifted in and out of their wolf forms, snarling at the approaching threat.Rowan’s forces emerged from the treeline—wolves with eyes like fire, their snarls vibrating in Elora’s bones. At their center stood Rowan himself, cloak tattered and claws stained with fresh blood. His face twisted in a sneer.“You should’ve stayed in the shadows, Silverfang,” Rowan growled. “Now you’ll watch your precious hybrid burn.”Joel’s lips peeled back in a cold, deadly smile. “Come and try.”Elora’s chest tightened, fear and fury warring inside her. She could feel it—the raw power coursing under her skin, begging to be unleashed. But with every pulse of it came the memory of the Shadow Realm… of the beast she’d killed… of what she might become.“You ready?” Joel asked without looking at her.“I

Elora’s blood turned to ice. That howl wasn’t from any wolf she had ever heard. It was deeper. Older. It vibrated in her bones, in her very soul, like the sound of a world splitting in two. Joel’s golden eyes widened. He turned toward the treeline, his claws flexing. “No… it’s too soon.” Maren’s knuckles whitened around her bloodied blade. “It’s him. The true heir of the curse.” The shadows at the forest’s edge began to writhe like living things. Black tendrils snaked along the ground, twisting and snapping as a figure emerged. At first, it looked human—tall, broad-shouldered, cloaked in tattered black. But as it stepped into the moonlight, its true form revealed itself. Its face was pale and beautiful, but its eyes… gods, its eyes. They glowed with a sickly crimson light. Fangs too long for a normal wolf gleamed in its mouth as it smiled. “Finally,” the figure said, its voice smooth as silk but carrying a venomous undertone. “The hybrid child. The Alpha who betrayed his blood

The air was suffocating. Not from heat—but from power. A darkness so thick it clung to Elora’s skin like tar as she was dragged into the heart of Kalen’s domain.Black marble stretched endlessly beneath her feet, veins of crimson pulsing faintly like a living, breathing thing. Shadows writhed along the walls—whispering, hissing, laughing. Every sound carried her name like a taunt.Elora… Eloraaa…And at the center of it all sat Kalen.The Night King. The true enemy.He lounged lazily on a throne carved from bone and obsidian, one leg draped over the other. His inky-black hair spilled over a sharp jawline, his long fingers drumming against the armrest in slow, deliberate rhythm. But it was his eyes—those endless pools of shifting void—that rooted her in place. They devoured her whole, peeling back layers she didn’t even know she had.“Elora.” His voice was smooth as silk yet carried a weight that seemed to crush her ribs. “You’ve come so far. Survived so much. Tell me—did you really be

The air in Kalen’s lair grew heavy with silence after the Watcher’s voice faded. The shadows writhed as though alive, recoiling from the fissure tearing through the marble floor. Crimson light bled from the cracks, painting Elora’s face in hues of war and betrayal.Joel staggered forward, blood dripping from his shoulder. His golden eyes burned, fixed on Elora—pleading, desperate. “Elora… don’t listen to him. You’re stronger than his lies.”But Kalen’s presence loomed like a storm. His hand brushed her arm, light as a feather yet cold enough to chill her soul. “You feel it too, don’t you?” he whispered. “That hunger. That power. It’s not his voice calling you. It’s yours.”Elora’s palms flickered with silver fire, but her fingers trembled. Joel’s words echoed in her mind, but so did Kalen’s. Two halves of her heart pulling in opposite directions.The fissure widened. From its depths came a guttural growl—ancient and full of hate. Shadows bled into monstrous forms, clawed hands and eye

The lair became an inferno of shadows and light, the walls shrieking as cracks split through their ancient marble veins. Dust rained from the ceiling like falling stars, each fragment catching the blood-red glow of the fractured moon above.Elora’s feet skidded across the marble as she threw another blast of silver light, but Kalen deflected it effortlessly with a flick of his wrist. Shadows coiled around his fingers like living serpents, their hissing voices clawing at her mind.“Do you feel it now, Elora?” His voice wrapped around her like silk and chains. “This… this is who you were always meant to be. My equal. My queen.”Her chest heaved, lungs raw from the smoke and her own screams. Blood streaked her chin where the last blow had split her lip. Still, she raised her trembling hands, silver sparks flickering weakly in her palms. “I’ll never be yours.”Kalen chuckled, a sound as cold as the void itself. “Ah, my sweet hybrid… You say that now. But you’ve felt it, haven’t you? The d