All Chapters of Bound to the moon: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Thorne’s hand was still in mine when he convulsed again.His body jolted, bones snapping beneath skin, fur streaking up one arm before vanishing just as fast.He wasn’t shifting.He was stuck.Somewhere between man and wolf. Somewhere between rage and ruin.“Thorne—” I whispered.His eyes flew open.But they weren’t his.Not fully.One was gold. The other was clouded with grey. Wolf and human flickering behind the same stare.He snarled.I recoiled.Kael stepped between us instantly, pushing me back. “Rory, don’t—”“I didn’t do this to him.”“You tried to sever his soul.”“I stopped!”“Not soon enough.”Thorne growled from the bed, body twisting, claws scraping the stone beneath him. He wasn’t attacking.He was lost.And something inside me cracked wide open.Not just guilt.Grief.He trusted you.He loved you.And you almost unmade him.They moved Thorne to the high chamber, where the old Alpha Kings used to fast before battle.It was quiet there. Sacred.He was sedated.He hadn’t sp

I was no longer just myself.My paws pressed into the cracked stone, claws burning with gold. I saw everything and nothing at once through my eyes, and not my eyes.The world pulsed with heat and fire and memory I didn’t own.Around me, the flames whispered. Not like wind. Like language.And I spoke, but it wasn’t only my voice.“This is your only warning. If you touch what is mine... I will burn everything.”Behind me, the pack watched in stunned silence.I was no longer just myself.My paws pressed into the cracked stone, claws burning with gold. I saw everything and nothing at once through my eyes, and not my eyes.The world pulsed with heat and fire and memory I didn’t own.Around me, the flames whispered. Not like wind. Like language.And I spoke, but it wasn’t only my voice.“This is your only warning. If you touch what is mine... I will burn everything.”Behind me, the pack watched in stunned silence.Kael stood with his blade drawn but unmoving.Riven was frozen, his face unre

No one spoke after the flames dropped.The courtyard was dead quiet.Smoke curled in the air like a ghost. Ash clung to the tips of every blade of grass. My warning still hung in the air, not loud, but felt. Like a threat stamped across every wall.No one dared come near me.Not even Riven.I stood alone in the middle of cracked stone, the heat still buzzing in my blood.Kael hadn't returned.Thorne was still locked down, recovering or relapsing; no one would tell me which.The Seer stood just outside the archway. Her face was pale, lips tight, and eyes distant.She didn’t say my name.She just turned and walked away.Two hours later, the bell rang.Once.Twice.Three times.The sound carried through the fortress like a blade drawn through bone.A summons.The Council had called for judgment.I didn’t flinch.Of course they had.They couldn’t kill me, not directly, not without igniting half the pack. But they could do what they’ve always done.Put on a show.And bleed me in front of a

I woke to the scent of ash and sage.Something was burning, not in the room, but in me.My chest ached like it had been hollowed out and filled with fire. My arms trembled. My throat was raw. But I was alive.The trial was over.I’d survived.I blinked against the low light and sat up slowly. I was lying in the sacred healer’s wing, the high chamber usually reserved for Alphas or dying warriors.Everything was silent, thick with that strange kind of stillness after war.They hadn’t celebrated.Because surviving me was scarier than killing me.The Gateborn mark on my palm was glowing again. Not bright, just steady. Faint gold pulsing beneath the skin like a second heartbeat. I clenched my fist. The pain was still there.So was the wolf.But she was quiet.For now.The door opened with a gust of cold

Thorne didn’t sleep.He sat in the corner of the warded chamber, shirtless, quiet, eyes fixed on the same crack in the wall.Like if he blinked, he might lose his mind again.I stayed across the room.I wanted to go to him.But I couldn’t.Not after what he said.“Even if it burns me too?”I hadn’t answered.Because I didn’t know if the fire inside me still knew the difference between saving and destroying.Kael stood outside the door.He hadn't come in once since the smoke cleared.He hadn’t looked at me either.I could feel his thoughts through the bond—distant, bitter, heavy.He blamed me.Maybe he should.Riven was the only one who still spoke to me.But even that had changed.He didn’t flirt anymore.Didn’t tease.He just watched.Carefully.Like I was a fuse waiting to go off.I moved through the fortress like a shadow half-seen, half-feared. The wolves who used to nod now kept their eyes down. The young ones whispered when I passed.Gateborn.Marked.Cursed.They didn’t say it