All Chapters of Bound By Moonlight: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The pack house felt warmer that evening — softer somehow. Laughter floated through the halls, low and unguarded, a rare sound after months of strain. Emry should have felt comfort in it.Instead, she felt restless.From her seat near the window, she watched her brother at the long table, head tilted toward Lira as they talked quietly. The firelight painted golden edges on both of them, their voices blending in an easy rhythm that made something in her chest tighten.Lira smiled at something Eastin said — the kind of smile that came from old memories, not obligation. Eastin’s answering grin was brief, but real, the worry lines around his eyes softening in a way Emry hadn’t seen since their parents vanished.And she couldn’t even be jealous.If anything, she was relieved. Lira brought him peace. She’d seen it before, in fleeting glances and shared silences neither of them admitted to. It wasn’t love yet, but it could be. And for the first time, Emry thought maybe the Moon Goddess wasn’t

Emry’s POV The world came back to her slowly—like waking from a dream she didn’t remember falling into. The earth was damp beneath her palms, the air thick with morning mist. Birdsong whispered faintly in the distance. Her body ached everywhere, her skin sensitive to even the cool air. But it was her mind that hurt most—buzzing, unsteady, full of two voices that didn’t sound entirely her own. Light and shadow. Order and chaos. They hummed in her veins, a push and pull that threatened to rip her apart if she stopped concentrating on holding them still. She looked at her hands. For an instant, her left glowed with pale silver light, soft and healing. The other—black shimmered beneath her skin, like ink swirling in glass. She flexed her fingers and the energies crackled against each other, hissing like oil on flame. Braxton’s voice reached her before she saw him. “Easy.” He was crouched nearby, half human, half wolf still—his shirt torn, his skin marked with fresh sc

Eastin’s POVThe elders’ words still echoed long after he left the council hall.Light and shadow reborn in one vessel.The goddess’s hand moves again.Eastin had always believed the Moon Goddess marked her chosen sparingly — through omens, through whispers, through wolves who carried purpose quietly in their blood. But never like this.Never through his sister.He stood at the ridge’s edge, the valley below cloaked in silver mist and pine. It should have been peaceful, but tonight the forest felt restless — the air thick with the hum of something ancient and watching.Emry had always been different. Not because of her strength or her sharp tongue, but because she could shift the air around her.If she laughed, tension melted.If she was angry, everyone felt it.Even as a child, she didn’t just walk into a room — she altered it.Their mother used to say Emry had a fire in her bones that would either light the world or burn straight through it.And their mother would know.Seren was a

Emry’s POVThe forest was quiet. Not the kind of silence born of fear, but the hush that follows release — when the world holds its breath in reverence.Emry stood barefoot on the damp earth, her skin still tingling where the bond had settled. Moonlight spilled through the canopy, brushing her shoulders like a blessing. Every sound, every breath, every heartbeat felt clearer — sharper — as if the night itself had come alive around her.And beneath it all, she could smell him.Braxton’s scent drifted through the clearing — pine, cedar, and something darker beneath it, like smoke and rain. It wrapped around her senses, grounding and steady, chasing away the last edge of chaos inside her. It was strength and safety and danger all at once, and she hated how much she needed it.He stood a few paces away, watching her. Shirtless, damp from the river, eyes steady. The mark at his collarbone still faintly glowed with the same silver hue that lingered in her veins.“Try it,” he said softly.Sh

Third-Person POV — The Elders’ HallThe temple smelled of ash and moonstone. Silver light spilled through slitted windows, catching in the basin at the room’s center. The water had turned violet hours earlier and never cleared—a sign that what slept beneath prophecy had awakened.Elder Mira rested both hands on the rim. “The vessel walks whole,” she said. “The bond has sealed.”Rhyne’s jaw tightened. “Then the time we feared has come.”“Time is never kind enough to ask,” Mira replied. “It only arrives.”Thalen looked from one to the other. “If Emry carries both halves, she must be told. She cannot master what she doesn’t understand.”Mira nodded. “And she will not stand alone. Her brother and her mate must hear it too. The prophecy binds them whether they wish it or not.”⸻The SummonsBy dusk the message had reached the training grounds.Eastin still held the silver-sealed letter when Braxton approached, sweat darkening his shirt.“They called you too,” Eastin said.Braxton nodded.