All Chapters of Bound by blood and the moonlight: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

The garden was quieter than he remembered.The fountain still whispered in the center courtyard, but the air itself seemed gentler now—less charged with fear or adrenaline, more… alive. The scent of rain-wet earth lingered from last night’s storm, mingling with the faint sweetness of lavender. Jason stood a few steps behind Amelia, watching her trace her fingers across the petals of a rose that had somehow survived the chaos of the past few weeks.She was barefoot, the hem of her long shirt brushing the tops of her thighs, sunlight catching in her hair. Every few seconds, she turned her face toward the light, as though she were trying to remember how warmth felt.He shouldn’t have been staring. He knew that. But after everything—the fights, the blood, the sleepless nights—just seeing her like this felt like a kind of miracle.Amelia glanced over her shoulder and caught him watching. “You know,” she said, her lips curving in the faintest smile, “most people would think standing silentl

The moon hung low over the trees, spilling silver light across the courtyard. The air was cool and still, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and lavender. Inside the mansion, the world had gone quiet — soft voices fading, footsteps gone still.Dimitri stood alone at the edge of the garden, his hands tucked into his coat pockets. The night had always been his domain — silent, steady, unyielding. Yet lately, it no longer felt like armor. It felt like reflection.He closed his eyes for a moment, breathing in the quiet. The memory of Amelia collapsing replayed behind his eyelids: the sudden silence, the panic that had cracked through him like lightning. He’d been through wars, blood feuds, centuries of loss — but nothing had frightened him like seeing her go still.He’d told himself he was her protector. That was easier than admitting what she truly was to him.The door creaked faintly behind him, and soft footsteps crossed the stone path. He didn’t need to

The garden was quiet, the late afternoon sunlight warming the stone path beneath his boots. Mateo leaned against the fountain’s edge, his fingers trailing in the cool water, watching the ripples spread and vanish. For the first time in days, the world didn’t feel like it was waiting to tear itself apart.He closed his eyes briefly, letting the sun hit his face. Amelia had risen with the morning, calm and steady, and seeing her like that — alive, whole, present — had done something to him. Something soft, quiet, but insistent.Mateo’s thoughts wandered to the past few weeks. The nights of fear, the fights, the moments when he thought he might lose her forever. He’d felt the weight of it all on his chest, the constant tension of needing to protect, to anticipate, to be ready. And now, standing here in the golden light, he realized he didn’t feel that heaviness as sharply. Not because the world had changed, but because she had.Amelia had changed. She had survived