All Chapters of Blood Bound Luna : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Morning came with a crisis. Selene woke to shouting and the sound of running feet. Dorian was already up, half-dressed and moving toward the door. “What’s happening?” she asked, scrambling out of bed. “Don’t know. Stay here-” “Like hell.” They emerged into controlled chaos. Wolves running in every direction, some half-shifted, all armed. Marcus appeared, breathing hard. “My lord. The eastern patrol. They’re not reporting in.” “How late?” “Two hours. And we found this at their last known position.” He held up a piece of fabric- torn, bloodstained, with symbols burned into it. The same symbols that had been carved into the fortress walls during the rogue attack. “Fenris,” Dorian growled. “He’s escalating. Testing our response times.” “Or taking prisoners,” Silas said, appearing from nowhere. “If he has our wolves, he can use them for leverage. Or information.” “We need to mount a rescue,” Marcus said. “It’s a trap,” Astrid countered, striding into the corrido

The next three days were hell. Seraphine and Nova pushed them harder than ever, forcing Selene and Dorian through exercises that left them both shaking and exhausted. “Again!” Seraphine commanded as Selene collapsed to her knees. “The bond needs to be unbreakable. That means pushing past exhaustion, past pain, past every limit you think you have.” “I can’t-” Selene gasped. “You can. And you will. Because in four days, you won’t have the luxury of ‘can’t.’” Dorian helped her up, his hands gentle despite Seraphine’s harshness. Through the bond, she felt his concern, his desire to protect her from this. “I’m okay,” she lied. “You’re not. But you will be.” He pulled her close, their foreheads touching. “Focus on me. Just me. Let everything else fade.” Selene closed her eyes and sank into the bond. It was stronger now than it had been even days ago. She could feel Dorian’s wolf, prowling just beneath his skin, protective and fierce. Could feel his human side, calculating

The Nightshade pack hit Fenris’s western camp at exactly midnight. Selene crouched in the darkness beside Dorian, watching the distant explosions light up the sky. Even from miles away, she could hear the howls, the clash of combat, the organized chaos of wolves pretending to launch a full assault. “They’re really selling it,” Silas murmured from her other side. “Elena doesn’t do anything halfway,” Dorian replied, his eyes tracking movement in Fenris’s main camp. “There…see? He’s redirecting forces west. Pulling wolves from the perimeter.” “Which means we have maybe twenty minutes before someone realizes it’s a diversion.” Silas checked his weapons. “After that, we’re dead.” “So encouraging,” Selene muttered. “I’m a realist.” “You’re a pessimist.” “Same thing.” Dorian’s hand found hers in the darkness, squeezing once. If this went wrong, if she got hurt, he’d never forgive himself. I’m going to be fine, she sent. You don’t know that. Neither do you. So let’s

Selene woke up to find herself using Dorian’s chest as a pillow and immediately panicked. Not because of the whole “we kissed last night” thing…though that was definitely panic-worthy but because Kira was standing at the foot of the bed with the most shit-eating grin Selene had ever seen. “Don’t,” Selene said. “I didn’t say anything.” “You’re thinking it very loudly.” “I’m just observing.” Kira’s grin widened. “Observing that you two look very cozy. Very… comfortable. Very-” “If you finish that sentence, I’m telling everyone about the time you got drunk and tried to fight a tree.” “The tree started it.” Dorian stirred beneath Selene, his arms tightening around her instinctively before his brain caught up. Then his eyes snapped open and he saw Kira. “How long have you been standing there?” he demanded. “Long enough to take a mental picture for posterity. Also, the war council starts in twenty minutes and you both look like you’ve been through a blender. So.” Kira

“It’s time,” Seraphine said. The temperature dropped twenty degrees in an instant. Every symbol on the tower flared to life, blazing silver-white. The air itself seemed to scream. “Holy shit,” Selene gasped. “Hold the connection!” Nova shouted over the rising wind. “Don’t let go of each other, no matter what happens!” The bond between them opened like a floodgate. Suddenly Selene was drowning in Dorian—every memory, every fear, every moment of joy and pain from five hundred years of existence crashing into her consciousness all at once. She saw his childhood—bright and happy until it wasn’t. Saw his mother’s death in crystalline detail, felt his twelve-year-old terror as he drove a blade through his own father’s heart. Saw four women, their faces finally clear now, screaming as the curse devoured them from the inside. And she saw herself. Through Dorian’s eyes. Saw the moment he’d first noticed her—not as a curse victim, but as a person. Saw his growing respect, his re