All Chapters of Fated to Ruin the Luna - Crimson Moon Oath: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lyra’s POV“Tell me the truth, Father, did you ever want me to live?”The words tumbled out of me like broken glass, slicing my throat on the way up. For a moment, the world was quiet. Even the howling wind through the trees stilled, as if it wanted to hear his answer.The Oathblade gleamed in my father’s grip, its silver edge shimmering with runes that pulsed like veins full of fire. His gray eyes cut into me, sharp, cold and merciless. They were not the eyes of a father. They were the eyes of a judge delivering a sentence already written long before tonight.“You should never have been born.”The ground ripped out beneath me. Those seven words did more damage than Kael’s blade, more than the claws and teeth of my pack. My chest constricted, my body aching with a hollow pain that had nothing to do with wounds.Gasps spread through the circle of wolves surrounding us. Some flinched, some muttered prayers, and some looked away like the shame was theirs. But none stepped forward. Not on

Lyra’s POV“Put me down, Kael… before I stop pretending I can still control this.”The words rasped out of me before I could catch them. My throat was dry, my lips cracked, but the warning was real.My claws were too close to his throat, my breath too hot against his skin. I could feel his pulse where my cheek brushed his collarbone, steady, relentless, tempting.Kael didn’t slow. His arms were iron bands around me, holding me against his chest as he tore through the forest. The trees blurred past us, their branches clawing at the night like skeletal fingers.His boots struck the earth in a hard, deliberate rhythm, his body straining with every step.“You can hate me later,” he growled, his voice low and jagged, “but if I drop you now, you’ll collapse and the Hollow will have you.”The Hollow stirred at its name, as if he had summoned it. Laughter slithered through my veins, a hiss curling around my ribs, pressing into my lungs. My body twitched against Kael’s hold. My shadow rippled

Lyra’s POVThe Hollow whispered through my veins like fire as Kael carried me. My claws scraped against his chest, nicking through fabric and skin, but his arms didn’t loosen. His jaw was set, every line of his body taut with strain, but his voice cut through the roaring in my head like steel through fog.“Stay with me, Lyra. I won’t let you go.”I thrashed once more, shadows writhing at the edges of my vision, but his wolf, Veylor, growled deep in his chest, steady and grounding. The sound pressed into me, pulling me back from the brink. I shuddered, the Hollow retreating for now, though its laugh lingered like smoke in my skull.The forest fell behind us, replaced by cliffs rising against the night sky. Kael carried me to Blackthorn land. The air here was colder, heavier, and laced with iron and salt from the sea crashing against jagged stone. The moonlight cut across towers that rose sharp and glittering, glass panes catching every shard of silver. It was a fortress and a crown, bo

Lyra’s POVKael’s arms were the only thing keeping me upright when I woke. My body burned, every vein heavy with fire and the Hollow’s whispers still scraped the inside of my head like broken glass. The binding hum still coiled around me, faint but alive, Kael’s scent mixed with iron and smoke clinging to my skin.I groaned, shifting against him and my claws brushed his shoulder. He didn’t flinch. “Why didn’t you let them kill me?” My voice was raw, my throat scraped raw from screams I didn’t remember making. “It would’ve saved you.”Kael’s jaw tightened, but his eyes didn’t leave mine. “Because I don’t save myself if I lose you.”The words hit harder than claws, leaving me breathless. I wanted to believe him, but belief was dangerous. We crossed into Blackthorn lands under a silent moon.The territory was different from Vale, darker and sharper. Towers of black stone and glass rose along jagged cliffs, silver light slicing through their edges. Wolves prowled the walls above, their ey

Lyra’s POV“Stay with me, Lyra. I won’t let them take you.”Kael’s voice rang in my ears even as the chamber around us turned into a storm of voices. The council hall of Blackthorn was lit by torches that flickered against walls of stone and glass, throwing every face into sharp lines of fury and fear.Elder Cyril stood in the center, his voice cold and clear. “If he binds himself to her, the Hollow isn’t chained; it’s fed. You all see it. You all feel it.”A wave of growls and murmurs swept through the room. Some wolves turned their eyes away, not willing to meet mine. Others glared openly, their hatred like claws dragging across my skin.Kael stood tall beside me, his hand tight around mine. He didn’t flinch, didn’t lower his head. “Then let her curse fall on me,” he said, his voice steady as steel. “She’s mine.”The words silenced the room for a heartbeat, but they cut me deeper than any blade. Because in claiming me like that, Kael had painted himself as a traitor to half his pack