Lahat ng Kabanata ng Moonbound Hearts: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 5

The forest whispered like it knew a secret. Mist slid low over the roots of the black pines, and the moon fat and red as a wound hung unnaturally close to the earth. Lyra Graythorn stood at the edge of the clearing, her breath clouding in the cold, her heartbeat the loudest thing in her ears. She had seen many full moons before, but never one like this. Her grandmother’s words echoed in her mind: The Blood Moon doesn’t just light the sky, child. It marks. It claims. And tonight, it was claiming her. The clearing wasn’t empty. Dozens of Crescent Hollow wolves had gathered in their dual forms some human, some already half-shifted, their glowing eyes fixed on the ceremonial stones that formed the circle. Torches hissed in the damp air, dripping smoke that smelled faintly of sage and iron. This was meant to be a night of celebration. But Lyra felt none of it. She tugged at the ceremonial silver clasp at her throat, the one that fastened the deep-blue cloak over her dress. The fabr

The forest reeked of iron and charred wood, the hush after the storm settling over Crescent Hollow’s sacred clearing. Dawn’s pale light filtered through moss-laden pines, casting long shadows across the broken stones meant to bind Lyra to a destiny she no longer believed in. Lyra moved barefoot across the ashes, her feet stumbling through scorched grass and splintered wood. She traced a finger along one of the shattered ceremonial pillars, feeling the tremor beneath her touch. Silent whispers drifted past her wolves murmuring that she’d brought this upon them. “Maybe the Blood Moon feared her. Maybe she calls danger.” Her breath caught. The sting of guilt crawled over her skin. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came. Only the ache of realization: the pack saw her as a spark or a curse. Kael stormed into the Alpha’s house, his robes sodden with blood. Silver eyes glassy with controlled fury, he seized Lyra by the wrist, dragging her into a dim chamber cloaked in ear

The forest reeked of blood. Kael stood at the edge of the ruined clearing, his silver fur streaked with crimson, his claws still wet. The rogues had scattered into the night like ash on the wind, but their stench lingered rot and old magic, an omen he could taste on his tongue. Around him, Crescent Hollow warriors tended the wounded, but Kael’s gaze wasn’t on them. His pale eyes were fixed on the dark line of trees where she had vanished. Lyra. A warrior staggered up behind him, his arm torn open, voice shaking. “The black wolf took her, my lord. He pulled her out during the attack” Kael turned, slow as a storm. His claws flexed. “Rowan.” The name left his lips like a curl. The surviving elders gathered around the broken stones of the Blood Moon Binding. “This is an omen,” one whispered, her wrinkled hands wringing the beads on her necklace. “The moon rejected her.” Kael spun on her, his voice a snarl. “The moon rejects nothing. That wolf stole what’s mine.” “She was promise