All Chapters of Moonbound Heart Saga: Shadowed Veil (Book Two): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter Eleven – “We Don’t Bow.”

Two months later.On the surface, Silverveil looked peaceful.That alone made everyone nervous.The scar hadn’t pulsed.No more false voices had come crying at the border wearing the sound of someone they loved.The Hollow King had gone quiet.Too quiet.The Moon hadn’t come back to Baylee in her sleep since that night. No more cold dream-ground, no more “Shield-Mother,” no more warnings. No more “soon.” Nothing.That scared Baylee worse than the visits.Because silence didn’t feel like safety. It felt like breath being held.She’d told Collin that once.He’d kissed her forehead and said, “Good. Stay on edge,” and then immediately followed her into the bathroom like she’d announced she was going to moon-jump into the Veil.Which, yeah. That was still a thing.Two months after the lake fight, after the chase, after she’d run and he’d panicked so hard he’d torn half the forest apart with his bare hands — they hadn’t exactly gone back to normal.They were fine.They were also not fine.T

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Chapter Twelve – “Cut the Wire.”

By midday, Silverveil felt… tight.Not chaotic. Not panicked. Tight.That humming feeling in the walls hadn’t faded after Rafe walked out. It had sharpened. Focused. The way air feels before lightning.There were already sentries at every line. Heather had personally hand-picked them — which stressed Liam out on principle but, to be fair, Heather only picked people who would happily bite through bone for Baylee. Zane patrolled the south with two Ash Ridge wolves on loan, both wearing Silverveil ward-salt smeared at their temples. Frostfang’s twins (quiet, lean, moon-eyed, scary-fast in a fight) crouched low under the western line. Liam worked the east where the treeline thinned and the scar could be scented on certain winds. Collin… Collin moved.He did that now.When things were normal, he could sit. He could plan. He could breathe.When things started spinning, he couldn’t.He stalked the house. Through the hall, kitchen, porch, back hall, living room, back again. Checking doors. Ch

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Chapter Thirteen – “Ash and Chains”

The battle began in silence.No war cry.No howl.Just the faint hum of Silverveil’s wards vibrating like harp strings as Ironclaw stepped over the border — and then, suddenly, the hum snapped.Liam had felt it first.The wards trembled. Then the scent hit — Ironclaw, hundreds of them. But not just wolves.Something else shimmered in the treeline, bending light wrong.Fae.Heather cursed under her breath. “Oh, hell. They brought pixies to a wolf fight?”Not pixies. Not the pretty kind. These were the courtless — pale, hollow-eyed fae who lived on bargains and old rot. Their wings shimmered dull, like moth dust. They moved like they’d been promised something they shouldn’t want.Behind them came the witches.The scent of them — herbs, oil, and something chemical — made Baylee’s wolf hiss.Gunner hadn’t come to talk. He’d come armed.And at the front of his ranks, he stood tall, cloak thrown back, silver dust smeared along his forearms, smug as ever.“Baylee!” he called. “You don’t belo

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Chapter Fourteen – “The Key and the Cage”

The first thing Baylee did was test her wrists.She had learned young — even before her first shift — that cages had a rhythm. Every lock had a mood. Ironclaw had always believed in steel, in weight, in force. Collin’s pack believed in loyalty and teeth. Ironclaw believed in doors.So she tested the door.Not loudly. Loud got you hit. Loud got you drugged.Gunner’s witches had left hours ago. She could still smell them: fennel, dried yarrow, a tang of burnt hair and old copper. The kind of magic that wasn’t Moon-touched, wasn’t elemental, wasn’t wild.It was bought.Bargained.Wrong.Her wolf prowled weakly under her skin, still sluggish from the dampening powder. Every inhale burned with it. Her muscles shook. Her core ached with the strain of holding herself upright in chains. Her wrists had been rubbed raw, and every rub had that faint iron sting that made her feel slow and nauseous.But she was awake.And she was angry.She breathed out slow and let her body go slack, like she was

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Chapter Fifteen – “Blood Oath.”

Silverveil did not sleep.Sleep was for packs without hostages.Sleep was for wolves whose Alpha was awake.Sleep was for people who did not have three days to stop a public theft.Silverveil had none of those luxuries.They had planning instead. They had fury. They had devotion. They had a Beta who had not sat down in twenty hours. They had a witch who hadn’t blinked in ten. They had a best friend with knives who was two seconds from declaring “diplomacy” meant “shank first, ask questions later.”They had love.They had Baylee’s scent still woven into the house like a prayer.They had Collin, breathing but gone.They had three days.That was enough.It had to be.—Liam spread a map of the valley out on the dining table.The table had seen arguments, birthday cakes, war plans, debriefs, and once Heather building a crossbow out of scrap and vibes. It was now covered in hand-sketched border lines, coded scent markers, and sigils Melody had inked in charcoal to show where the wards were

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Chapter Sixteen – “Council at Hollow Creek.”

Dawn at Hollow Creek tasted like metal.The creek itself wasn’t pretty. People liked to talk about neutral grounds like moonlit glades and sacred stone rings and “place of peace.” Hollow Creek wasn’t that.It was a shallow cut in the land where water slid slow over black rock. Frost-killed scrub hugged the banks. Tree roots jutted out like ribs. Mist crouched low to the ground and didn’t rise, like it didn’t trust the air.The land felt stripped. Claimed and unclaimed at the same time. A place everyone said belonged to no one and everyone, which in wolf terms meant “no one will admit to owning the mess that’s about to happen here.”By the time the first pink line touched the horizon, four packs were already on site.Frostfang clustered loose on the far bank — lean, pale-eyed, scar-fetchers, quiet and attentive, their Alpha lounging like a watchful cat on a half-sunken log with her chin on her fist. She had a scar like frostbite across her throat and absolutely no patience for stupidit

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Chapter Seventeen – “Teeth in the Water.”

For half a breath, Hollow Creek held.Everyone was still calculating.Then Ironclaw did the dumbest thing possible.They tried to pull Baylee back.It wasn’t even subtle.Gunner was still in the mud, fury burning off him in waves, Zane’s forearm jammed under his throat. He shouldn’t have had enough air to order anybody to do anything.But old habits die hard, and Ironclaw had followed that voice for years.“TAKE HER,” he snarled, shredding his throat on the order.Three of his wolves moved at the same time.Silverveil had been holding the moment together with thread and stare-down.That thread snapped.Everything that came next happened at once.—Heather was closer than anyone. She’d already cut the rope at Baylee’s wrists. She had one knee in the wagon, both hands down at Baylee’s ankle rope, sawing through tough hemp with a serrated hunting blade.The instant Ironclaw lunged, she moved.Heather wasn’t the biggest or strongest wolf in Silverveil. She wasn’t even the fastest.But she

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Chapter Eighteen – “When the Alpha Wakes.”

Morning broke late over Silverveil.It wasn’t the sunrise that woke the pack—it was the scent.The air in the compound was heavy, electric, alive with the sharp tang of ozone and something older—something wild. Every wolf in Silverveil felt it in their marrow. The moment Collin’s bond flared through the pack link like a struck bell, heads snapped up. Sleepers stirred. Warriors dropped what they were doing. Somewhere, a mother gasped and clutched her child close without knowing why.Their Alpha was still under—but the air said not for long.---Scene 1: The ReturnThe pack gates groaned open before Liam could even shout for them. The courtyard was a blur—wolves rushing to meet the scent of blood and mud and exhaustion. Jessica was the first to appear, her hair undone, her eyes wild. She took in the sight of her daughter-in-law—limping, bruised, Heather and Zane at her sides—and the sound she made wasn’t human.“Baylee,” she breathed, and then she was running.Baylee didn’t get a word o

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Chapter Nineteen – “The Hunt That Follows.”

Three weeks later, the bruises had faded.The anger hadn’t.Silverveil had changed.You could feel it the second you stepped past the wardline. The air felt thicker, like it held a low, constant hum. Patrol rotations doubled. No one ran the border alone anymore. Ash Ridge sent two wolves to stay on loan “for a while.” Frostfang started “visiting” in a way that just happened to put scouts in Ironclaw’s path. Hallowmere sent nothing but word, but that word traveled fast and bloody: Ironclaw drugged a Luna and kidnapped an elder in front of witnesses. That story had teeth.Ironclaw wasn’t the same, either.No one had seen Gunner in person since Hollow Creek.His wolves were still sniffing around the south woods, but their posture had changed. Less swagger. Less “we can do what we want.” More twitch.Because Silverveil hadn’t hit back—yet—but everyone felt it coming. Like a storm. Like a bow pulled to full draw and not loosed.And at the center of that bow: Baylee Vale.—Baylee shifted s

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Chapter Twenty – “Blood Born.”

Wolves in labor stories are always lies.They always start soft. They always go like, “It was quiet. Candles. Steam. Gentle hands. Everyone spoke in whispers.”That is not what happened when Baylee Vale went into labor.What happened when Baylee Vale went into labor was that Silverveil went on war-footing.—Within three minutes of her first contraction:Liam had doubled border patrol.Ash Ridge scouts had already moved to the southern ridge unasked.Frostfang scent markers had appeared at the east approach like ghost teeth.Heather had three knives on her body and two more hidden in her braid.Zane had stationed himself outside the house and bared his teeth at anyone who so much as breathed too close.Jessica had boiled water because that’s what you’re supposed to do, even though no one knew why, and then boiled more just in case the first batch wasn’t “boiled enough.”Jimmy had taken up pacing like a caged bear.Melissa had braided her hair back, rolled up her sleeves, and taken her

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