All Chapters of BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The Silverfang woods burned.Joel’s monstrous wolf form tore through trees and stone alike, his claws dripping with blood as he decimated friend and foe without distinction. Golden eyes now streaked with black, his once noble Alpha presence replaced with something far more terrifying—a primal, cursed predator.The pack scattered, howls echoing into the night. Maren stood her ground as his massive form thundered past, the wind from his movements knocking her cloak askew.“Joel! Fight it!” she screamed.But Joel didn’t hear her. Or wouldn’t.All he saw was the blood moon’s reflection in every pair of glowing eyes around him. Enemies. Traitors. They all had to burn.In his mind, her voice was still there—faint, fading. “Joel… promise me…”“NO!” he roared, the sound splitting boulders. “You’re not gone. You can’t be gone!”He ripped through another wave of Rowan’s loyalists, not noticing—or caring—that some were already surrendering.Far above, the crimson sky churned like a living wound.

The ruins of Kalen’s lair were silent now. Not the calm of victory, but the heavy stillness of aftermath—the air thick with ash, blood, and a tension that refused to fade or will ever fade.Joel knelt in the wreckage, cradling Elora’s body against his chest. Her skin was cold. Too cold. Yet faintly—so faintly—it was there. A silver glow at her sternum, pulsing like a dying heartbeat.“Stay with me,” he murmured, voice raw and trembling. “Don’t you dare leave me here.”Around them, the surviving wolves watched in uneasy silence. The pack was fractured—loyalists still reeling from Rowan’s betrayal, others unsure whether to bow to Joel and Elora or run from the carnage altogether. Even Maren stood rigid, knuckles white on her cane, her pale eyes unreadable.Above, the blood moon hung broken, shards of crimson light raining softly over the ruins.Joel’s fingers brushed back a strand of damp hair from Elora’s dirt-streaked face. He pressed his forehead to hers, his whisper hoarse.“You fou

The ruins were silent. The air tasted of ash and iron, thick with loss. Joel knelt in the rubble, Elora cradled in his arms, her pale skin streaked with soot and blood. Her body was cold—too cold.The night air clung to Evelyn’s skin, cool and damp, carrying the scent of pine and something else—something sharper, richer, that made her heart race for reasons she didn’t understand. She hugged her shawl tighter, her feet crunching over the gravel path as the silence of the estate grounds pressed around her.She shouldn’t be out here. She knew that. Curfew wasn’t just a rule—it was protection. But sleep had been impossible. Her dreams were haunted by shadows that spoke in low, velvet voices. By eyes—crimson and unblinking—that saw far too much.And now here she was, drawn toward the gardens like a moth to a flame.“Evelyn.”The voice was deep, controlled, but threaded with something dangerous.She froze.Lucien stepped from between the hedges, his black coat blending into the night, only

The first rays of dawn filtered weakly through the shattered roof of the ruins, painting the marble floors in muted gold. Dust floated in the still air like the ashes of a long-dead fire.Elora sat amid the rubble, her fingers digging unconsciously into the cracked stone. Her breaths came slow and shallow, each exhale fogging faintly in the cold morning air.Something was wrong.She couldn’t remember how she got here. Couldn’t remember why her chest ached as if it had been torn open and stitched back together with thread too thin to hold.She pressed a trembling hand to her heart. There was a strange emptiness there. A hollow echo where something precious should’ve been.Her head turned slightly as faint whispers crawled along the edges of her mind.Joel.Golden eyes.A promise… broken.But the images slipped through her grasp like water, leaving only the ache of absence.“Elora.”The voice pulled her out of the haze. Maren stood in the doorway of the ruins, her pale eyes unreadable.

The forest was alive with whispers.Elora moved silently through the undergrowth, her senses tuned to every sound—the rustle of leaves, the crack of twigs, the occasional distant howl. Her power still felt raw, unstable, but she refused to stay caged in the camp like a wounded animal. She needed to see the threat with her own eyes.“You shouldn’t be out here alone.”Elora didn’t flinch. She’d felt Kerric before she heard him.He stepped out from the shadows, his cloak blending seamlessly into the darkness. His blade was already drawn, the edge catching faint starlight.“I wasn’t alone,” she said coolly. “Not anymore.”Kerric gave her a wry smile as he fell into step beside her. “Your stubbornness is going to be the death of me, Queen Elora.”She glanced at him, her lips twitching faintly. “Then why follow me?”“Because I’d rather face death at your side than live knowing I let you walk into it.” His voice was steady, sure. Too sure.They reached a clearing where moonlight spilled like