All Chapters of BOUNDED BY MOONLIGHT : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The scent of iron and fear hung heavy in Silverfang’s air. It started small—an advisor and his cub found dead in his quarters, throat slit cleanly with no trace of an intruder. Then another—poisoned wine at a celebratory feast. The third? Found hanging from the northern watchtower, a message carved into his chest:"I remember."The Hybrid Queen’s court(elora's new found place)buzzed with whispers.“Elora… it’s him.”“It can’t be.”“He’s dead" kerric said—Kerric slammed a fist onto the council table, silencing them. “Joel is gone. You’ve all let fear cloud your minds. These killings are the work of a rogue loyalist, nothing more.”But even his voice wavered.Elora sat stiffly on her throne, her silver gaze unfocused. The name haunted her dreams. The shadow of a man she couldn’t place, couldn’t name… yet whose presence felt like a missing piece of her soul.“Joel,” she whispered under her breath.Kerric noticed, his emerald eyes narrowing. “Your Majesty,” he said softly, too softly. “Y

The throne room’s polished marble floor was streaked with blood. Shadows curled like vipers along the walls, whispering secrets only Joel could hear. He stood there—bare-chested, battered, but unbroken—his golden eyes blazing as they locked on Kerric.Kerric stood between Joel and Elora, a predator’s smirk on his face. The emerald glow in his eyes wasn’t warmth anymore—it was malice barely restrained.“Joel.” Elora’s voice cracked. She stood frozen beside her throne, fingers trembling against the armrest. “Stop this. Whatever you think Kerric did—”“He did do it, Elora!” Joel’s roar made the chandeliers tremble. His claws gleamed under the blood moonlight spilling through shattered windows. “He poisoned Maren. He led your enemies right to your gates. He’s the reason I had to disappear.”Kerric tilted his head, his smirk sharpening. “You hear that, Elora? The mad Alpha spinning tales again. Next, he’ll say I cursed the moon itself.”Joel’s chest heaved. “You don’t even deny it anymore.

The air was electric in Silverfang. A storm of whispers clung to the castle walls—rumors of missing advisors, burned-out safe houses, and enemies vanishing without a trace.Kerric stood before the war table, his emerald eyes sharp as a predator’s. His fingers traced the map as he murmured to himself. “He’s here. I can feel it.”Behind him, Elora entered silently, her silver cloak flowing like spilled moonlight. “You’ve been pacing for hours,” she said softly. “What has you so restless?”Kerric didn’t look at her. “Someone’s bleeding my network dry. One by one, my allies are disappearing. You wouldn’t know anything about that… would you, my queen?”Elora tilted her head, masking her thundering heart behind a calm smile. “If I did, would I be standing here?”Kerric turned then, closing the space between them. His hand cupped her chin with deceptive gentleness. “If I find out you’re hiding something from me…” His thumb traced her lips. “Even the moon won’t save you.”Elora’s lips parted

The forest was quiet—too quiet. The kind of quiet that suffocated, where even the wind dared not speak. Elora moved silently through the undergrowth, her silver blade glinting faintly under the blood moon. Behind her mask of determination, her thoughts raced. Kerric’s eyes were on me. He’ll know if I don’t at least try to fight the alpha. But her chest ached with every step closer to where Joel was rumored to be. The ghost. The traitor. The Alpha she couldn’t remember clearly but whose name burned like a forest on her soul. She stopped in a clearing. “Joel…” she whispered into the stillness. “Are you here?” A twig snapped. Before she could react, a hand clamped over her mouth, dragging her back into the shadows. Her blade clattered to the ground. “Are you trying to get me killed or you're even among them?” hissed a voice—deep, raw, and achingly familiar. Joel. Her heart stuttered as she looked up at him. His golden eyes blazed faintly in the dark, though dulled by exhau

Elora stood alone on the high balcony of Silverfang’s great palace hall, her fingers curling loosely around the cold, weather worn stone railing. The night air was sharp, carrying the scent of pine resin and distant wood smoke as a result of the bonfire they made. The wind tugged at her hair, teasing loose strands until they wove across her face in delicate silver ribbons. She didn’t bother to brush them away. In moments like this, stillness felt safer than movement—almost as if shifting too much might shatter the fragile peace.Below her, life thrived with outmost vibrance. The courtyard bustled with wolves preparing for the yearly lunar festival—children racing in circles with wooden swords, their laughter ringing out in bright, uneven bursts; hunters trudging through the gates with fresh game slung across their shoulders; elders seated at long benches, stringing flowers into garlands while trading quiet stories. Banners of deep crimson and silver rippled in the breeze like captured