All Chapters of Bound to the moon: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“No.”The word ripped from my throat before I even realized I’d said it.The boy’s silhouette flickered against the wall , gold eyes glowing like fire trapped in frost.Still pointing.Still smiling.At Thorne.Kael moved first, stepping between the shadow and Thorne with a growl rumbling from his chest.Riven unsheathed his blade without a word.Thorne just stared , stunned, frozen, like the ground had disappeared under his feet.And me?I couldn’t move at all.Because I knew what it meant.That was how it began.Not with fire.But with a choice made for me.The shadow’s voice echoed through the stone.“You tried to silence fate.So fate silences you.”Then the shadow vanished , sucked into the wall like smoke fleeing light.The fire torches roared back to life.The room snapped back into reality.But none of us were the same.Thorne sank to the floor, head in his hands.“I don’t feel anything,” he said. “No pain. No fire. Is that… good?”Riven looked at me. “That thing doesn’t need

The memory stone was warm in my hand.Not hot. Not pulsing. Just steady, like it was waiting for me to breathe.We sat in silence in the eastern chamber. A forgotten war room, dust thick in the corners, moonlight spilling through the cracked ceiling like silver blood.Thorne sat nearby, his wound stitched. Riven leaned against the far wall, arms crossed. Quiet, unreadable.The Seer stood behind me.“Whenever you’re ready,” she said.I looked down at the stone again.My fingers curled tighter around it.“I don’t know if I’m ready.”“You are,” she said. “You just don’t want to be.”I placed the stone against my sternum.The warmth spread instantly, not like fire, but like memory. Like being pulled through someone else’s heartbeat.My eyes closed.And the room disappeared.I was standing in a garden.One I didn’t recognize.Lavender, bone lilies, wolfsage. The scent of it was ancient, and somehow… mine.Then I heard her voice.“If you’re hearing this, Rory… Then the Gate has started whis

I don’t remember walking back through the Gate.I don’t remember how I got to my room.But I remember the cold.The kind that clings to your skin even under firelight.The kind that isn’t weather.It’s presence.I sat on the edge of the bed, fingers pressed to my mark.Still glowing.Still mine.But deeper now.Like something was watching me from inside it.“Rory?”The door creaked open.Thorne stepped in first.Kael followed, slow and cautious, like I was a ticking spell.Riven didn’t come.Not surprising.“You haven’t said anything in two days,” Thorne said, kneeling beside me. “We didn’t even know if you were… you.”I looked at him.Eyes full of pain I couldn’t describe.“I am me,” I whispered.Kael stepped forward. “The Seer sa

Kael’s silence echoed louder than Celeste’s accusations.He didn’t flinch.Didn’t speak.Didn’t defend me.His eyes met mine.Empty.And in that second, it was like he wasn’t my mate anymore.Just a soldier watching the guilty fall.“Take her,” Celeste ordered.The guards moved.Thorne growled, stepping in front of me.But I was already gone.My body moved before my brain did.Power surged beneath my skin, white-hot and violent.One blink, and I vanished into the wind.Not teleportation.Possession.My wolf pulled us into shadow.And when I reappeared, I was outside the fortress gates, gasping for air in the frost-bitten woods.I ran until my lungs burned.Branches clawed my arms.My bare feet stung against the dirt.But I didn’t stop.Because if I stopped—I’d hear them again.The whispers.The child.“Kael doesn’t love you anymore.”“They all see it now.”“You’re not the flame. You’re the match.”“Shut up,” I growled out loud.The woods didn’t answer.But something else did.A figur

The courtyard smelled like fire and fear.Everyone had stopped moving. Soldiers, elders, even Kael, all frozen, watching the thing that had just stepped out of me.My wolf.Or… something wearing her shape.She stood in the center of the courtyard, fur black as midnight, eyes burning gold and red. Her fangs dripped fire. Shadows curled around her paws like chains.And when she turned her head, it was like she was looking at all of us, but also straight at me.“Rory…” Thorne’s voice cracked beside me.“She’s not me,” I whispered.The seer’s staff trembled. “She is, and she isn’t. That is your soul, girl. The Gate is splitting you in two.”The wolf growled.Low. Deep. The kind of sound that promised death.Then, she spoke.Her voice was mine, but wilder. Darker. Like something that had burned away all mercy.“Choose, Rory. Them… or me.”My blood went cold.“I don’t understand—”“Don’t lie to yourself,” the wolf snarled.“You can’t protect them and carry me. I am the fire. The power. The