Todos os capítulos de Bound to the moon: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

My breath came in shallow bursts.Cold water rushed around my ankles as I knelt by the stream, hands gripping the mossy bank like it could anchor me to this world. My wolf still hummed beneath the surface, not gone—just watching. Waiting.The blood on my face had dried into crusted streaks, and every inch of my skin felt too tight, too hot. Like something inside me was moving, alive and crawling just beneath the surface.I looked down.There—just below my collarbone—was a mark. A faint outline at first glance, but the longer I stared, the more defined it became. A swirling, crescent-shaped scar, glowing faintly beneath the skin.It pulsed once. Then again.Right where Kael had touched me.I jerked back from the stream, heart slamming against my ribs. I knew what this was. Mate marks usually appeared slowly, after a bond was accepted—mutual. But this wasn’t slow.This was seared into me like a brand.“No,” I whispered. “This isn’t supposed to happen.”I scrambled to my feet, ignoring t

They vanished before we could land a hit. Shadows with eyes—not wolves, not rogues.They came for me, and when Thorne lunged, they scattered like smoke. The guards found us seconds later. I was dragged to the healer’s den. That was hours ago.I didn’t sleep.Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Thorne’s mouth on mine. His hands. The weight of his body pressed too close, too real. My wolf kept replaying it, like it didn’t care that Riven had walked in. Like it wanted that moment carved into me.By dawn, I’d gotten maybe twenty minutes of sleep.The healer’s quarters were still. I was supposed to be in the tower, but the guards rerouted me after the shadow attack. They hadn’t found anything. No bodies. No tracks. Just scorched ground and one phrase burned into the stone:She’s marked wrong.Whatever they were, they weren’t done.I was sitting on the edge of the cot, trying to ignore the dull throb in my shoulder, when the door creaked open.Riven stepped inside.I froze. “Is this a good

Kael didn’t say anything.He just stood there, back against the door, watching me like I was something wild that might bolt.His silence was worse than shouting. Worse than an accusation. I could feel the bond pulling between us, tight and hot under the skin.I stood slowly. “You could’ve knocked.”“I could’ve,” he said. “But I didn’t come here to ask permission.”The way he said it made something in me tense. Not in fear.I took a breath, tried to speak, but failed. My heart was hammering so hard it was almost hard to hear my own thoughts.“What do you want, Kael?”He stepped forward once. “You.”The word hit like a slap.“For what?” I asked. “A fight? A kiss? A night?”His jaw clenched. “You think this is simple for me?”“You’re acting like it is.”He closed the distance in two strides, stopping just short of touching me. His voice dropped.“Nothing about you is simple.”The heat of him washed over me. My wolf stirred hard beneath the surface—hungry, restless, alert.“Then say what

I left Kael before sunrise.His arm was still heavy around my waist, the warmth of his body making it harder to move. I slipped out from under him, heart pounding, trying not to wake him. The room smelled like him—woodsmoke, wild air, and something deeper, older. I didn't want to breathe it in.Not after what we'd done.Not after what he said."You're not just mine. That's what terrifies me."I grabbed my boots and opened the door just enough to slide out into the hallway.The corridor was dim. The lanterns still burned low, untouched since last night. My feet were quiet on the stone floor, but every sound felt louder than it should've. I kept waiting to hear footsteps behind me. His voice. Anything.But Kael didn't follow.I slipped outside through the east gate and headed toward the old stream that ran through the back edge of the training grounds. The forest was quiet this early. Birds were just starting to call.The air was sharp with dew and pine. I pulled my sleeves down over my

The seer’s scream still echoed in my head hours later. ‘Two threads pulled.’ ‘One thread bleeding.’ I didn’t know what it meant, not completely, but I could feel it. The second bond hadn’t just flared—it was anchoring itself inside me. Kael’s mark had burned, but Thorne’s left something deeper. Wilder. I could still feel him under my skin. I hadn’t gone back to my room. Instead, I wandered until my feet carried me to the garden. I wasn’t sure what I planned to do—until I saw her. Celina was alone near the back gardens, leaning against the stone fence, twirling something silver in her hand. A blade. Of course. I stepped into view. She didn’t look surprised. “Come to finish what your wolves started?” she said dryly. “You knew,” I said. “About the bonds. About what I am.” She smiled like it was obvious. “Of course I knew. I’ve always known. I just didn’t expect you to be stupid enough to pull two.” I clenched my fists. “You’ve been watching me. Spying.” “I’ve been protecti