All Chapters of Moonbound Hearts: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The first tear in the Veil opened just before sunrise.No roar. No lightning strike. No grand omen.It started as a quiet hum in the trees and a wrongness in the air, so faint most wolves would’ve missed it.Baylee didn’t.Her eyes snapped open in the dark. Her mark was burning, her lungs felt tight, and she could feel Jade like a hand pressed flat against the back of her skull.“Collin,” she whispered, already sitting up.His hand found her waist before he was even awake. “What is it?”“She’s here.”That woke him. “Jade?”“No.” Baylee swallowed. “Not just Jade.”She closed her eyes.“The Veil is breaking.”---By the time they reached the treeline, Silverveil was already in motion.Liam, even exhausted, had the northern guard assembled. Heather was barefoot in a borrowed shirt, hair still half in a braid, knives already at her belt. Melody and Jessica stood beside each other, each holding bowls of crushed moonroot and iron ash.The air shimmered in front of them.Like warped glass.L

The rain didn’t stop for three days.Silverveil lay shrouded beneath silver clouds, the ground soaked, the air heavy with the scent of thunder and ash. The Veil hadn’t opened again, but everyone could feel it trembling, like an animal pacing just beyond sight.And in the middle of it all, Collin and Baylee were preparing to break every law the Moon had ever written.---Secrets in the QuietBaylee stood at the mirror in their room, fingers pressed lightly to her stomach. It was still too soon to know for certain—but she felt it.The faintest shift of energy in her body. A warmth that wasn’t just her own.She whispered to the empty room, “Please… let this be real.”The thought both terrified and soothed her. A child meant everything and nothing at once. In another life, it would have been pure joy. In this one, it was a fragile secret—a heartbeat that could change fate itself.If Jade knew… if the Moon knew…Baylee’s reflection looked pale and haunted. She wrapped her arms around herse

The night Silverveil called for allies, the mountains answered.The Moon hung bruised and swollen over the valley, red clouds drifting like smoke. The air tasted of rain and blood, and the Veil pulsed faintly in the distance — the wound between worlds still open, still hungry.They didn’t have long.---The Call to ArmsCollin stood in the courtyard, silver light washing over his shoulders. Wolves gathered around him — his warriors, his family, his pack. Heather at his right, Liam and Lilly close behind, Melody murmuring quiet blessings under her breath.Baylee stood beside him, cloak drawn tight, her face pale but her eyes blazing.When she spoke, her voice carried through the courtyard like the sound of wind through steel.“Jade isn’t just after me anymore,” she said. “She wants to open the Veil — to tear the world between life and death apart. But she won’t do it alone. She can’t. She’s gathering the lost. The corrupted. The broken.”Her gaze swept the crowd.“We gather the living.

The world had gone quiet after the battle.Smoke still curled above the ridges, but the Veil no longer pulsed; the forest had gone back to breathing. The rain washed blood from the roots and stone. Wolves rebuilt fences, buried their fallen, and whispered prayers to a goddess none of them fully trusted anymore.And in the center of Silverveil, behind the warded doors of the Alpha’s house, Baylee slept.She hadn’t stirred in five days.Not a sigh. Not a twitch of lashes. Only the slow rise and fall of her chest beneath the blanket.---A Circle That Wouldn’t BreakNo one left her alone.Jessica sat in the mornings, knitting silently beside the bed. Derik took the evenings, sharpening blades at her bedside as if daring the Moon to try again. Melody refreshed the wards every few hours, fingers trembling each time she traced the sigil on Baylee’s wrist. Even the triplets took turns sneaking in, curling against the foot of the bed like tiny sentinels.But Collin never moved.He’d taken a c

Baylee slept for almost a full day after she woke. Not the heavy, frightening stillness of before. Not that sealed, unreachable Moon-sleep. This was human sleep. Real sleep. Healing sleep. Collin didn’t move from her side. He didn’t intend to — ever again, if he could help it. He sat still and quiet, one hand holding hers, the other palm resting over the curve of her stomach, feeling the living hum beneath her skin. Sometimes he whispered to the pup. Sometimes he whispered to her. Sometimes he whispered to both at once. And sometimes he just… breathed. For the first time in weeks, breathing didn’t feel like a fight. The room was warmer than it had been in days. Jessica had opened the curtains, letting daylight spill in across the floor. A small fire glowed in the hearth, banked low. There were flowers everywhere now—lilies, heather sprigs, pale mountain blooms, even scraps of scorched Emberfell fire-petal. Symbols of every allied pack, all gathered here, like offerings at a shri