All Chapters of Moonbound Hearts: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The next few days passed in a strange kind of peace—thin, like glass stretched too tight.No attacks. No whispers.But Baylee could feel it—the tension in the air, the quiet before something breaks.Even so, for the first time in years, she began to feel a spark of normalcy.Collin made sure of that.He’d taken to walking her to every training session, often finding excuses to stay close—sometimes under the guise of “protection,” though Baylee saw through it easily.One morning, as they crossed the misty clearing toward the lodge, she gave him a teasing smile. “You know, you don’t have to follow me everywhere.”His lips quirked. “I’m the Alpha’s son. I do what I want.”“Oh, is that your excuse?”“It’s a good one.”She laughed, soft and genuine, and something inside Collin eased. It had been too long since he’d heard that sound—light and unguarded.Still, beneath her laughter, he could see it. The shadows under her eyes. The moments when her gaze drifted toward the woods, as if expecti

Long before fate drew him to Baylee, before war and rogues and prophecy, Collin Silverveil had been just a boy—wild, barefoot, and endlessly curious.The Silverveil valley was different then. The forest had seemed alive in a softer way—gentle winds that whispered secrets, rivers that sang to the stones, and a sun that always seemed to shine brighter over their land.He remembered waking before dawn to the smell of his mother’s tea and the sound of his father’s laughter echoing through the lodge.Jessica, the Luna, always said Collin had too much heart and too little caution. Derik would just grin and ruffle his son’s hair. “Good. The world needs more heart,” he’d say. “Just don’t let it blind you.”Collin had taken those words to heart, though back then, he hadn’t understood them.His earliest memories were simple ones: climbing trees until Jessica scolded him to come down, racing through the fields with the triplets—Jamie, Jackie, and Julianna—and spending long summer afternoons by t

The storm left the world washed clean, but the peace didn’t last.Three nights after Baylee and Collin’s kiss, the first body was found.Mark discovered it at dawn—a Silverveil scout lying facedown near the northern border, his throat marked not by claws or teeth, but by something that looked like fire burned from the inside out. His eyes were open, silver gone dull.Dakota and Gale brought the body to the lodge. The air turned heavy as soon as they entered.“It wasn’t rogues,” Gale said quietly. “It was magic.”Jessica’s face paled. “Dark magic.”Baylee stood frozen, staring at the body. Her pulse raced, her stomach twisted. She could feel it—the residue of energy, faint but familiar.Jade’s.Collin stepped to her side, his hand brushing hers. “You feel it too?”She nodded, her voice small. “She’s marking territory.”Derik’s jaw tightened. “Then she’s declaring war.”---That night, the forest glowed faintly under the moonlight. The pack gathered in the clearing for a ritual of mourn

The morning after the storm, Silverveil woke uneasy.The forest was quiet—too quiet. No birds, no rustle of wind, no distant howls. Just a stillness that pressed against the heart like a warning.Collin stood on the lodge balcony, the early light spilling across his bare shoulders. He hadn’t slept. He couldn’t. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Baylee—her face, her tears, the way she’d trembled in his arms as if afraid to breathe too loud in case the world shattered.Below him, the triplets moved in tense silence, helping Heather and Melody gather supplies. Something about the air felt wrong. Even the earth smelled different—tainted, metallic.Then came the screams.Collin was down the stairs before the echo faded. By the time he reached the courtyard, two scouts were dragging a third between them—Jake. Blood soaked through his side, dark and thick, and his eyes were wild.“Ambush,” he gasped. “They’re inside the border.”“Who?” Collin demanded.Jake’s breath hitched. “Our own wol

The morning dawned pale and cold, fog curling low over the forest floor like the breath of something waiting to strike.The alliance between Silverveil and Ironclaw stood uneasy in the clearing. Two packs that had once fought tooth and claw now stood side by side, united by a single shared fear.Collin and Gunner stood at the front, their gazes locked on the horizon. The air felt thick with energy—Jade’s corruption was close.“She won’t attack in daylight,” Collin said.“She will if she’s ready,” Gunner replied. “And from the feel of it… she’s ready.”Behind them, Baylee stood with Heather and Gale, her hands trembling slightly. The mark on her wrist—Jade’s mark—had started to ache again.Heather noticed. “You okay?”Baylee forced a smile. “Define okay.”Heather frowned. “You’re shaking.”“She’s close,” Baylee said quietly. “I can feel her moving through them—the turned wolves.”Collin turned, his eyes softening when he saw her. “You don’t have to fight.”Baylee shook her head. “If I