All Chapters of Marked By Moonfire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The battlefield was silent at last.Only the moan of the wind carried across the snow, weaving with the groans of the wounded and the hushed prayers of those tending to the dead. The air reeked of blood and iron, the ground a blackened slush beneath broken boots. Every step carried the weight of silence—the kind that follows a storm, heavy and suffocating.Kilian stood at the center, his sword lowered, shoulders slumped, as if the battle had taken not just flesh but years from him. Around him, warriors gathered the fallen, dragging bodies away with a grim efficiency born of endless war. They had survived, but barely. The rogues had withdrawn, leaving behind more questions than corpses, leaving behind a dread that clung to them like frost.And Nova…She swayed where she stood, exhaustion pressing down on every limb. Her wound was closed, but her body trembled, drained by force

The doors of the council chamber boomed as they crashed open, echoing like thunder in the cavernous hall. Wolves startled from their murmurs, heads snapping toward the entrance. The sound reverberated off stone, rolling through the vaulted chamber like an omen.Kilian strode inside, each step pounding like a drumbeat in the silence that followed. His shoulders were taut, his presence a storm contained in flesh. His eyes blazed silver in the torchlight, the unnatural glow cutting through shadow. His claws had half-shifted, leaving deep grooves in the wood of the doorframe as he shoved it aside, the splintered wood groaning under his fury. The very air seemed to grow heavier with his arrival, charged, bristling with storm.“She’s gone.” His voice was raw, a blade of anger sharpened by pain. The words fell into the chamber like thunderclaps, and even the most seasoned Alphas flinch

The world narrowed to the space between them.Ezra’s grip still clutched at Nova, his breath ragged, his body trembling with obsession. Her shirt hung in tatters, skin bruised and slick with sweat, chains digging into her wrists like iron fangs. The air between them was thick with heat, blood, and defiance.And in the doorway — framed by the ruin of shattered wood — stood Kilian.Not a man. Not entirely a wolf. Something beyond both.His chest rose and fell with deliberate violence, each breath pulling air heavy with fury. His eyes blazed gold, molten and burning, as claws half-extended shivered at his sides. The growl that erupted from his throat was not sound but a force — low, primal, resonant enough to make the stone walls quake. Nova felt it in her bones.Ezra froze. For barely a heartbeat. His face twisted with defiance, obsession burn

The fire had burned down to embers, but Nova still felt it flickering beneath her skin.Every nerve, every vein hummed as if her blood had been reforged in the night. The chamber stank of ash and iron, bodies strewn across the stone floor, but she didn’t feel weak. She didn’t feel broken.She felt reborn.The bond pulsed inside her chest like a second heartbeat. Where once there had been emptiness, a hollow she’d carried since the Hunters had named her half-blood, there was now something fierce and undeniable. She belonged to herself, to him, to something larger than either of them.Kilian sat beside her, back against the wall, golden eyes fixed on the dying fire. His chest rose steadily, but tension coiled through every line of him. His claws were still stained red, his jaw set like stone.For a long time, he said nothing.

The great hall was alive with music and chatter. Wolves laughed over their cups, the long tables heavy with roasted meat and bread. The echoes of battle, of blood spilled on the borders, had not yet reached this room. Here, appearances mattered.And Naira wore hers flawlessly.She moved between the warriors with grace, her braid shining like a dark river, her smile warm and measured. She laughed at the right moments, offered praise where it would earn her loyalty, and leaned into Kilian’s side with the poise of a queen already crowned.Every touch was calculated. Every smile, a blade wrapped in silk.“This is how it should be,” one of the elders murmured approvingly, watching her pour wine into Kilian’s untouched cup. “An Alpha needs stability. Needs a partner who strengthens him.”Naira’s smile deepened. She did not need t