บททั้งหมดของ Moonbound Hearts: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

The night air was heavy with rain and pine, thick enough to taste. Baylee ran through the forest, her paws whispering over moss and soil, heart pounding to the rhythm of the wild. The forest knew her—every root, every scent, every shadow. It had been her refuge since she’d left the Ironclaw Pack months ago. Out here, no one whispered her name like a curse or pitied her for the mark that never came.But tonight was different. The moon hung swollen and red above the trees, bleeding through the branches like a watchful eye. The Blood Moon. The night when fate was supposed to reveal what was meant to be—and destroy what was not.Baylee didn’t believe in destiny anymore. Not after Gunner.The thought of him was enough to twist something deep inside her chest. He had been her first everything—her first kiss beneath the wolf moon, her first shift under his watchful gaze, her first heartbreak when he’d turned his back on her for power. The Alpha’s son couldn’t choose a mate who didn’t strengt

The rain had stopped by dawn, leaving the forest wrapped in silver mist. Baylee followed Collin through the dense pines, their footsteps soft on the wet earth. The scent of his pack territory was stronger now—wildflowers, cedar, and something faintly electric that made her skin prickle.“Almost there,” Collin said quietly. His voice carried authority even when gentle.Baylee hugged her arms around herself. The night’s events replayed in her head—the fight, the power that had surged through her, Gunner’s look of disbelief. She still felt the phantom heat of that strange energy beneath her skin.“Your pack won’t like this,” she murmured.Collin glanced over his shoulder. “They’ll follow my lead.”“Even your Alpha?”He gave a half-smile. “Especially my Alpha.”That made her pause. “You sound confident.”“He’s my father.”Baylee blinked. “Your father’s the Alpha?”“Derik Silverveil,” Collin confirmed. “My mother, Jessica, is the Luna. You’ll like her.”She wasn’t sure about that. Packs di

The forest burned with the scent of iron and ash.Dean had come in the early hours before dawn—fast, silent, and ruthless.Baylee stood beside Collin at the edge of the Silverveil training field, her heart hammering as chaos unfolded. The air was thick with tension. Wolves in human and lupine form darted between the trees, their movements a blur of silver and shadow.Heather’s father, Virgil, commanded from the ridge, his voice cutting through the noise like a blade. “Flank left! Don’t let them breach the eastern line!”His authority rolled through the pack, grounding them. He was power without arrogance—a man who earned respect through calm strength. Even now, as smoke curled through the air, he moved with measured purpose.Collin barked orders beside him. “Dakota, take the north perimeter! Billy, get the wounded to Melody’s cabin!”Baylee caught a flash of silver in the distance—a blur of motion that moved too fast, too precise. Dean. She could feel his presence like a weight pressi

The cell was quiet except for the steady drip of water and the low hum of night insects outside. The scent of herbs and iron hung thick in the air.Baylee sat in the corner near the bars, watching the faint rise and fall of Dean’s chest. He hadn’t stirred since his capture, save for brief tremors—half pain, half dream.Devon kept silent guard, standing like a statue with his arms crossed. Every so often, his eyes flicked toward his brother with a mix of anger and sorrow.Franky hadn’t returned since the earlier outburst. Melody had insisted he rest before he did something he’d regret.Baylee felt it before she saw it—a shift in the air, a pulse of grief that rippled through the cell like an echo. Dean’s breathing hitched, his head twitching against the cot.Then he whimpered.The sound was raw, broken.Devon stiffened. “He’s dreaming again,” he murmured.Baylee frowned. “Dreaming… or remembering?”Dean’s fingers curled tightly into the sheets, knuckles white. His lips moved, barely fo

Morning sunlight filtered through the tall lodge windows, golden and gentle. It carried the faint scent of cedar smoke and fresh bread. Silverveil was quiet today—the calm after chaos.Inside the healer’s cottage, Lilly sat near the window, rocking her newborns with the easy patience of someone who had already loved them a thousand years. Little Lane slept peacefully, his tiny fist curled around a lock of his mother’s hair. His twin sister, Lacey, stirred softly, her small face framed by a wisp of dark hair and the faint shimmer of her crescent-shaped birthmark.Melody hovered nearby, pretending to tidy herbs while secretly admiring the babies. “I swear, I’ve never seen a child so alert. Lacey’s eyes follow every sound already.”Jessica smiled from the doorway, carrying a tray of tea. “That’s because she’s listening to the world, Melody. She was born under prophecy, remember?”Lilly brushed a thumb over her daughter’s cheek. “I don’t care if she’s the Moon’s chosen or the stars’ gift.