All Chapters of Blood Bound Luna : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

They gathered everyone who’d been on duty the night of the rogue attack.Forty-three wolves, all looking various degrees of nervous, confused, or outright terrified. They stood in the main courtyard while Dorian paced in front of them like a caged predator.Selene watched from a balcony above, Kira beside her.“This is going to get ugly,” Kira murmured.“How can you tell?”“Because Dorian’s in Alpha mode. And Alpha mode means someone’s probably going to bleed.”Below, Dorian stopped pacing. “Someone in this fortress helped the rogues. Someone weakened our wards, planted those seeds, carved those symbols. Someone betrayed this pack.”Silence. No one moved.“I’m going to ask once, and only once: who did it?”More silence.Dorian’s eyes flashed gold. His wolf was right there, barely contained. “Last chance. Confess now, and your death will be quick. Make me find you, and I’ll make you wish the rogues had gotten you first.”“My lord.” One of the older wolves, a woman named Sara who’d been

Selene was having the strangest dream.She was running through the forest not scared, not being chased, just… running. For the pure joy of it. Her body moved with a grace she’d never possessed in real life, leaping over roots and dodging between trees with impossible precision.And she wasn’t alone.A massive wolf ran beside her dark as midnight, eyes glowing gold. Not threatening. Just… there. Keeping pace. Almost playful.Gerald?The wolf’s head turned toward her, and if wolves could look offended, this one absolutely did.I’m never living that down, am I?Selene woke with a start, disoriented. Moonlight streamed through her window…the full moon was getting closer, she could feel it in her bones. The mark on her back tingled, warm and insistent.And through the bond, she felt… restlessness. Dorian’s wolf, pacing beneath his skin, wanting out.It was three in the morning.She should go back to sleep.Instead, she found herself getting dressed and heading toward the training yards, fo

Shocked silence. Astrid stared at Dorian like he’d grown a second head. “You’re defending her? Against an allied Alpha? Over a perceived slight?” “I’m defending my mate against someone who seems determined to undermine her at every turn.” Dorian’s eyes flashed gold. “You have a problem with Selene, you take it up with me.” “This is fascinating,” Silaa murmured from his end of the table. “Please continue. I haven’t seen Dorian this worked up since that time someone insulted his mother.” Astrid stood slowly, her movements controlled but radiating anger. “I came here to help. To honor our alliance. But if you’d rather side with a human who’ll be dead in six months over an Alpha who’s offered you nothing but loyalty-“ “Loyalty?” Dorian stood as well. “You made it clear three years ago that you wanted nothing to do with me or this curse. You said, and I quote, ‘I’d rather die alone than be another Veyrath corpse.’ So forgive me if I question your sudden dedication to our cause

Astrid walked away, her warriors following, leaving Selene standing in the training ring with a bleeding arm and absolutely no idea what had just happened. Kira crashed into her with a hug. “That was the stupidest, most reckless, most absolutely INSANE thing I’ve ever seen. I’m so proud.” “I think I’m going to pass out.” “That’s the adrenaline crash. Totally normal.” Kira dragged her toward the medical tent. “Come on, let’s get that arm cleaned before Dorian gets back and has an aneurysm.” “He’s going to be so mad.” “Oh, absolutely furious. It’s going to be hilarious.” Dorian was, predictably, furious. He stormed into the medical tent where Thalia was bandaging Selene’s arm, his eyes wild and his wolf riding close to the surface. “What,” he said, voice dangerously quiet, “were you thinking?” “Good afternoon to you too,” Selene said. “How was patrol?” “Don’t.” He pointed at her, hand shaking. “Don’t deflect. You challenged an Alpha to a duel. An Alpha who’s been t

The intensive training was, predictably, hell. Seraphine wasn’t kidding about clearing their schedules. For the next three days, Selene and Dorian did nothing but bond exercises, meditation, and increasingly invasive magical work. “Open yourself to him,” Seraphine instructed on day two. “Not just emotionally. I mean fully. Let him see every memory, every fear, every secret you’ve ever kept.” “That’s horrifying,” Selene said. “That’s the ritual. You can’t have barriers in the Mirror Bond. Any wall you keep up, any secret you hide, will become a crack that Ravenna can exploit.” They sat facing each other in the training room, knees touching, hands clasped. The bond between them was already stronger than it had been a week ago…Selene could feel Dorian’s heartbeat like it was her own, could sense his emotions even when he tried to hide them. “Ready?” he asked. “No. But let’s do it anyway.” They closed their eyes and reached for the bond. It opened like a floodgate. S