Lahat ng Kabanata ng Bound By Moonlight: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Chapter Two: Shadows of DutyThe pack house had quieted. Most of the wolves retired after the patrol, their murmurs fading to the distant creak of wood and the crackle of the hearth fire below. The scent of blood and smoke still lingered in the air, but Eastin barely noticed. His mind was elsewhere.Braxton stood near the window, arms crossed over his bare chest, amber eyes glowing faintly in the moonlight that poured through the glass. His silence was heavy, his jaw tight.Eastin broke it first. “Go on then. Say what’s eating you.”Braxton’s gaze didn’t move from the forest outside. “She shouldn’t have been out there.” His voice was low, controlled, but threaded with steel. “Not without a wolf. She was vulnerable. One wrong step, Eastin, and she would’ve been torn apart.”Eastin leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable. “And yet she wasn’t. She held her ground. She learned something tonight.”Braxton turned sharply, eyes flashing. “Learned what? That rogues don’t wait for

Braxton stayed in the yard long after the others drifted away. The air still carried her scent, clinging to the dirt and sweat, searing him from the inside out.He had never hated her. Not once. He had loved Emry from first glance; adored her even.But the way she looked at him, the venom in her words—Moon Goddess, sometimes it almost convinced him that maybe he should.The truth was simpler. And far crueler.He remembered the first time he saw her, two children tumbling across the pack house floor in a tangle of laughter and mischief. She had been wild even then, eyes bright with fire, untamable. And he had adored her, the way pups adored sunlight—without question, without thought, with a hunger that became a need.But he had learned early what happened when you loved something too much. His mother’s scream haunted him still. The night rogues had torn her down in the forest, her blood staining the snow while he hid in the roots of a hollow tree. He’d been eight. He had pressed his f

Emry hadn’t meant to linger outside her brother’s office. She’d only gone downstairs for tea, restless from the sleepless ache that had become familiar since the last patrol. But the sound of her name, low and grave in Eastin’s voice, had stopped her in her tracks.She stood in the shadows by the stairwell, heartbeat steady but her breath shallow, listening.“…they went for her,” Eastin said, his tone sharp with frustration. “They could’ve gone for anyone else. What if they know something we don’t?”Emry froze, fingers tightening on the banister.Braxton’s reply was quieter, but she caught the words that mattered. “Maybe something’s drawing them to her.”Her. Always her.She waited for more, but the conversation sank into heavy silence. Then came the sound of a chair scraping back, the deep rumble of her brother’s voice again—angry, protective, afraid.“If they want her because of what’s in her blood, then they’ll find out what happens when they come for my family.”That was enough. S

Braxton POVHe told himself not to go to her.He told himself to turn back, to focus on drills, on duty, on anything but the sound of her voice. But his wolf wasn’t listening anymore.The creature inside him had gone still, ears pricked, muscles coiled — every sense tuned to her. And when she laughed again, soft and low, something in him broke loose.Before he knew it, he was moving.Each step toward her felt inevitable, drawn by something more powerful than reason. The air grew thick with her scent — wildflowers and something warmer now, richer, alive in a way that made his pulse stumble.He’d known that scent his whole life, but never like this. Never this alive.Emry turned before he reached her, as though she’d felt him coming. Her green eyes found his immediately — and that’s when he saw it.Violet.Just a flicker at first, deep beneath the green, but unmistakable.The sight hit him like a blow. He’d dreamed of eyes like that for as long as he could remember — eyes that gleamed l

Eastin POVThe morning came with a bite of cold that clung to everything — the kind of morning that carried weight in the air, heavy with things unsaid.Eastin stood on the balcony outside his office, coffee cooling in his hands as he looked over the pack yard below. The sounds of training drifted up to him — metal striking, voices calling, the thud of boots against earth — but they did little to settle the unease winding through his chest.Something had changed.He’d felt it the night before, faint but certain — a pulse beneath the surface, a hum that had seemed to echo through the packlands themselves. And this morning, seeing Emry move through the yard below, that feeling solidified.She was different.Her presence drew the eye even when she said nothing. It wasn’t just confidence or leadership — it was energy. Like the air itself bent slightly toward her when she passed. Even her scent seemed sharper, more alive.It should have reassured him, but instead it set his teeth on edge.